Chapter 150 More Than Just Right

After a three-hour flight, the business jet landed at the port.

The special car drove towards Sassoon Road in the dark night. The online meeting at the headquarters ended. Xu Zhou tilted his head back, holding the tablet, to track the New York itinerary for the next few days.

Halfway through the report, the man sitting quietly in the back seat slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Call Zhuang Jiming."

A sudden order.

I felt a little nervous.

It looks like the gentleman is going to take action against the Entrepreneurship Park.

Two months ago, he was suddenly asked to investigate a person, and a startup company called Xiwei Technology was involved. What he didn't expect was that the founder, Mr. Shen, still couldn't forget the girl after five years.

Sir, you may have reached your limit of endurance until today.

When we returned to Pok Fu Lam, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.

Uncle Ming was waiting in the front yard, as usual, for the car to park slowly. When he reached out to take the document handed to him by Special Assistant Xu, the latter nodded slightly at him with a hint in his eyes.

The butler understood.

There was no meal on the plane, so there was a midnight snack in the villa. However, Mr. Chen skipped it and went upstairs without taking a single bite.

Study room on the second floor.

She put the documents neatly on the desk and looked at the man standing outside on the terrace smoking through the glass partition.

After hesitating for two seconds, Uncle Ming took a few steps forward and stopped.

"Ms. Wei Ning, did you have a happy birthday?" His tone was natural.

The white gauze curtain floated in the night wind. Chen Jingyuan leaned against the fence quietly, lowered his eyes and tapped the ash, whispering: "Not very good."

"what happened."

Uncle Ming hesitated and said, "Is it a minor friction during cohabitation?"

He couldn't hide his concern in his words, but he deliberately avoided the point. He wanted to get close to her, but he didn't dare to overstep the line.

Uncle Ming has been with him for more than 30 years and has long surpassed the position of a housekeeper. He can just chat with his elders in this villa, and there is still some human touch.

"I moved to the apartment this morning, had a fight, and broke up with me." The man said calmly, raised his hand to bring the cigarette to his lips, slowly inhaled and exhaled a puff of smoke, his face blending into the twilight with a deep and depressed look.

A short sentence, but contains a huge amount of information.

Fight and break up.

It is hard to imagine that such words would appear in Mr. Chen's emotional life. He has always been able to plan and handle everything with ease.

Although he was surprised, Uncle Ming continued to ask: "What's the reason? Why did it get to this point?"

This time, there was silence outside the terrace.

After a while, the man's low and tired voice seemed to come out, with a hint of indistinguishable silence, "Her heart is not with me."

The air was still for a moment.

Frowning and puzzled, Uncle Ming said, "Is there some misunderstanding?"

The girl is serious about her work. With this personality type, she may be rational in relationships, but she will not hastily agree to a relationship without being sure of her feelings.

Although it may not be 100% accurate, he is basically never wrong in judging people.

While thinking, I heard the man calmly lower his voice: "The biggest misunderstanding is that I thought she had at least 50% affection for me. In fact, she has none at all."

Uncle Ming felt very worried when he heard such words.

After a moment of silence, he sincerely suggested: "The problem must be somewhere else. You should talk about it calmly."

The husband was busy with official duties and had a tight daily schedule. It is unclear whether he had neglected communication with the girl.

"We can't talk. She doesn't want to come back to Hong Kong with me." Chen Jingyuan put out his cigarette butt on the potted plant, his Adam's apple rolling over his hoarse voice, "I don't want to lose control again and scare her."

So, I had to force myself to stay calm.

"You agreed?" Uncle Ming asked casually.

In response, there was an almost inaudible chuckle from outside the terrace, "Who do you think I am, Chen Jingyuan? You can come and go as you please."

The low voice was indifferent, with a hint of coldness.

It is easy to sense the sudden paranoia and viciousness in the owner's heart.

Secretly frightened, Uncle Ming said with a serious expression: "Communicate well, Miss Wei Ning likes you."

"As a person with experience, your judgment may not be accurate." There was a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

It was late at night. The conversation ended with a cell phone vibrating. It was a business call.

Before leaving, Uncle Ming seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but say, "I thought that at the beginning, you chose Miss Wei Ning just because you thought she was suitable, so you trained her. I didn't expect that you would be so deeply in love with her."

Half a year, as she said, is not a long time.

Chen Jingyuan closed his eyes tiredly.

But she is more than just suitable.

That night, the noble and lonely figure stood outside the terrace until two in the morning. The Black Rock ashtray was filled with cigarette butts.

No sleep for one night.

At eight o'clock the next morning, a Gulfstream business jet took off from the international airport and flew directly to New York.

This overseas trip lasts for five days.
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Early Wednesday morning, Liang Weining went to the company with a weak body.

Seeing that she was listless, Alina leaned in and said ambiguously, "From your looks, the battle has been quite intense these past two days."

"You think too much, it's just a cold." The girl turned on her computer and created a new business list in the document.

It turned out to be a cold.

The weather has been extremely hot recently, and the air-conditioned room and the commute to work are like heaven and hell.

Eh, no.

"I remember that the guy on the top floor assigned you a car, right?" Alina asked her suspiciously, "Why did you take the subway here this morning?"

The girl didn't deny it.

When I moved out of Xiangyue Mansion, I felt really relieved and didn't drive.

Then, his eyes fell on the computer screen.

Alina narrowed her eyes and said, "What are you writing? It looks like a handover catalogue."

Win, who was passing by, paused when he heard this.

For the next few minutes, the two men stared at her intently.

Liang Weining finished typing the last line, took the cup and stood up to get some water, but was stopped by Win at the right time, "I'll do it."

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Perhaps they sensed something unusual behind the handover catalogue, so they waited for her to speak without asking directly.

After concentrating for a while, Liang Weining confessed his plan.

After An Jing finished listening, the two looked at each other, their expressions changed from surprise, to confusion, and then to bewilderment.

"What will happen to the rehabilitation team if you leave?" Alina asked.

"The right person will take over."

“Looking around the entire company, is there any manager who is more familiar with the medical rehabilitation line than you?”

Liang Weining didn't say anything.

She knew what the two were worried about and reassured them, "Even if a new person in charge takes office, performance commissions and resource allocation will remain the same. I promise."

As for how to guarantee it, I believe the marketing director is a man of his word.

In fact, what the two of them care about is not their own interests.

I feel that no one else is worthy.

Liang Weining felt it was not worth it to give up the empire he had worked so hard to build just like that.

As it was almost time to get off work, Win asked her if she had found a new place to go.

The girl shook her head: "Not yet."

In fact, the wife of Mr. Xu, the chairman of China Resources Group, had privately met her twice. The first time was for afternoon tea at Lama Temple, and the second time was when she invited her to accompany her to a time-honored cheongsam shop to choose fabrics.

Mrs. Xu treated her kindly and said that the assistant position had been vacant for a long time and she had been looking for excellent practitioners who suited her eyes. Those with relevant experience in the medical field would be given priority.

The hint is obvious enough.

But in the end, Liang Weining did not make up his mind.

That's not her intention.