Chapter 7

“No problem,” Yan Wei said as she helped Zhou Qiaoqiao stand up.

Zhou Qiaoqiao scratched her head and realized that her question was impolite. She apologized, “Sorry! Thank you! Otherwise, I would have fallen to the ground.”

Yan Wei shook her head, and Zhou Qiaoqiao turned to look at the person who had bumped into her, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Mao Liang, who was following behind Yan Wei, stepped forward and said, “It’s Director Zhen’s phone.”

Yan Wei took the phone from Mao Liang’s hand and glanced at Zhou Qiaoqiao casually.

Zhou Qiaoqiao adjusted her hat and looked up with her black and shiny eyes. Yan Wei then noticed that she had no hair under her hat. He raised his eyebrows and pressed the answer button.

Zhen Guoan’s voice came from the other end of the phone, but Yan Wei didn’t seem to hear it and just stared into space.

Zhou Qiaoqiao fixed herself up and said to Yan Wei, “Thank you! I’m leaving now.” Then she waved to Yan Wei and ran towards the elevator. Meanwhile, Zhen Guoan on the phone was shouting, “Lao Yan, did you hear me? What do you think about this investment?”

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The person was dressed in a crisp white short-sleeved shirt and a tight-fitting, hip-hugging yellow skirt, and her professional attire was so bright and fashionable, unlike the cheap-looking dress on Zhou Qiaoqiao. The woman frowned slightly and didn’t think that Mr. Yan knew her, so she asked, “Who are you reimbursing with?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao had no idea who she was supposed to reimburse, so she shook her head honestly.

The person said, “Are you looking for the director, the manager, or the supervisor? If you don’t know who you’re reimbursing with, who dares to give you a receipt?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao felt wronged by the woman’s words of contempt, and she hung her head and walked out, taking out her business card and wondering if she should call Yan Ye. Then she saw a bony hand appear in her field of vision, and before Zhou Qiaoqiao could react, his slender fingers had already pulled out the business card.

“Huh!” Zhou Qiaoqiao was startled and looked up.

It was the man who had helped her downstairs, and he looked at Zhou Qiaoqiao indifferently, stopping her from saying anything further with just a glance.

He took a look at the business card with interest and, with a magnetic voice that seemed to carry a gentle tone, said, “Yan Ye? You’re looking for him?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded and reached out to take back the business card, but Yan Wei lifted his hand, and the difference between men and women was immediately apparent. Zhou Qiaoqiao couldn’t reach the business card and looked at Yan Wei and said, “It’s mine.”

Yan Wei smiled and asked her, “What do you want him for?”

“He owes me money,” Zhou Qiaoqiao said without hesitation.

Yan Wei was taken aback and asked, “How much does he owe you?”

“A total of 528,623 yuan,” Zhou Qiaoqiao said firmly.

Yan Wei couldn’t help but laugh at her serious expression, but also felt speechless about Yan Ye owing money: “That’s quite a sum.”

Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded and said, “Yeah, quite a bit.”

Yan Wei curved his lips and continued asking, “Have you received the money?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao shook her head and said, “No.”

“So you want to call him?” Yan Wei asked.

Zhou Qiaoqiao nodded, “Yeah.”

Yan Wei put the business card away in his suit pocket and then said to Zhou Qiaoqiao, “Let me help you!”

Zhou Qiaoqiao stared at him in surprise, and Yan Wei gave her a look. Zhou Qiaoqiao quickly followed him back into the office.

Upon seeing Yan Wei, the formerly lazy crowd immediately stood up and exclaimed, “Mr. Yan.”

Upon further thought, Yan Wei has already been dismissed by the board of directors. But since they don’t know how to address him without using his title of “Manager Yan”, they continue to stare at him awkwardly.

Yan Wei leads Zhou Qiaoqiao past the crowd and directly knocks on the door of an office. Soon, a woman wearing a red suit opens the door and is shocked to see Yan Wei. She stands up straight and addresses him as “Manager Yan, why are you here?”

Yan Wei turns to look at Zhou Qiaoqiao and says, “Come in.” Zhou Qiaoqiao follows him dreamily into the office. Yan Wei continues, “I heard that Yan Ye owes her money. I brought her here to ask about it.”

The woman looks at Zhou Qiaoqiao and smiles, “I haven’t heard Little Manager Yan mention it.”

Zhou Qiaoqiao immediately says, “It’s true. He and his girlfriend brought a large flowerpot to the nightclub and threw it down from upstairs, hitting me on the head.”

Yan Wei: “…flowerpot?”

Woman: “…hit you?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao takes off her hat and points to her bald head, saying, “Look, it’s all smashed up. Yan Ye, that bad guy, wouldn’t deny it, would he?”

The woman seems to be dazzled by the reflection on Zhou Qiaoqiao’s head, but still dutifully says, “I’ll ask Little Manager Yan, but he’s traveling abroad and can’t be contacted for the time being. How about coming back in a few days?”

Yan Wei’s eyes flicker. Can’t be contacted? This is just a way of fobbing them off. Even if Yan Ye is abroad, he can still be reached by a phone call. As the CEO of a company, what should one do when faced with a major issue that requires finding someone?

Yan Wei, with his slender and fair index finger tapping the armrest of the chair, said lightly, “Just settle it for her! No need to contact him, if there are any issues, just come to me.”

The woman was obviously taken aback. Yan Wei was known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, and he wouldn’t bother with other people’s affairs! Could it be that this silly-looking woman was important to him? Was she his junior or a friend’s sister?

The woman smiled naturally. With Yan Wei’s assurance, she could rest assured. Yan Wei was a man of his word. Since he promised to take responsibility, she didn’t need to insist on it. Selling this favor was also a good thing.

“Okay, I understand,” the woman said, calling in other people with her phone. It was the staff who had just received Zhou Qiaoqiao earlier. Zhou Qiaoqiao followed that person to reconcile the accounts.

First, they gave the hospital’s account number, and then Zhou Qiaoqiao signed on a bill of 500,000 yuan. Zhou Qiaoqiao left her account number with the person, and they said they would make a unified payment on Monday and transfer the money to Zhou Qiaoqiao at that time.

Zhou Qiaoqiao had no objection and left happily.

As she walked out, she saw Yan Wei standing there. He leaned against the wall, held a cigarette in one hand, and exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked up at the roof, as if thinking about something.

When he heard Zhou Qiaoqiao’s voice, he turned to look at her, his eyes full of charming affection.

“Sorry,” he crushed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and then focused on Zhou Qiaoqiao, asking, “Do you have time to have a meal together?”

Zhou Qiaoqiao shook her head and said, “No.”

Yan Wei: “…” He should have asked before helping her get the money.

Sansukini: The original ML is a j3rk, tbh. I prefer Yan Wei. It won’t be discussed in the whole series why YW helped ZQQ from the beginning, I think, initially, he just found her interesting because of the bald head, but then there were more surprises for him later.

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