At Your Service

On this day, Chu Xinran had a candid conversation with her mother, which almost ended in a heated argument.

Fortunately, she was no longer the girl who would just cry when faced with problems.

She made a deal with Chu Xuan.

“I’ll help solve this business issue. If I succeed, you won’t interfere in my personal life anymore, okay?”

Her daughter’s serious expression reflected in Chu Xuan’s eyes, giving her a strange feeling, as if she saw a bit of her younger self. Chu Xuan felt a surge of indescribable emotions.

After a moment, she slowly nodded, her voice soft. “Alright, since you’re determined, I’ll give you half a month. I hope you can achieve your goal in that time.”

She looked deeply at her daughter, her eyes filled with complexity.

After this period of silence, she had thought her daughter had cut ties with Fang Zhou. But it seemed that wasn’t the case.

“But if you can’t solve it, you have to agree to go out with Ajie when he asks.”

Chu Xinran nodded solemnly. “Alright, I’ll do my best.”

People have to grow up, sometimes in an instant, sometimes over a few days.

Fang Zhou was unaware of the drama unfolding among his ex-girlfriends.

He had been staying at the hospital with his sister, putting aside a lot of work until it piled up and he had to return to the company.

Li Siming and the others understood Fang Zhou’s situation and clearly stated that he didn’t need to handle everything himself; they could take on some of his work.

But Fang Zhou knew that everyone only had two hands and one brain. If they had to take on his work, it wouldn’t be fair.

Besides, his situation wasn’t something that could be resolved in a day or two. He couldn’t rely on others forever.

So when Fang Zhou appeared at the company, several employees were surprised and came forward to greet him.

“Brother Zhou, how’s your sister? When she recovers, I’ll treat her to a meal!”

“Brother Zhou, haven’t seen you in days. I missed you!”

“Hehe, I have to say, Brother Zhou’s return gives me the motivation to stream again.”

Men’s words can be magical; if they want, they can make even their male friends feel elated and proud.

Fang Zhou couldn’t help but smile and respond to each of them.

“Alright, alright, everything’s good. When my sister recovers, I’ll treat everyone to a big meal!”

“But for now, get back to work!”

After finally breaking away from the crowd, he returned to his desk and opened the latest data, only to find that their streaming performance had declined.

The market was saturated with similar streamers, and his company’s employees hadn’t built strong personal brands, making it easy for others to surpass them.

Additionally, limited funds for advertising meant fewer people saw their content.

Fang Zhou frowned and began addressing these issues, also dialing Song Qinghuan’s number.

The short videos she made had good traction, and he wanted to continue the collaboration if possible.

“Beep beep beep… The user you are calling is currently busy. Please try again later.”

Hearing the busy tone, Fang Zhou hung up and left a message.

Yi Ye Fang Zhou: Just tried calling you. You seem busy. Please call me back when you have time.

As soon as the message was sent, Song Qinghuan saw it.

She silently closed the phone screen and placed it face down, then looked up with a smile at the silhouette of the woman behind the screen.

“Are you saying I should crash the wedding?”

Song Qinghuan’s voice wasn’t loud, but in the VIP room, it was clear enough for the other person to hear.

The silhouette nodded slowly and spoke through a voice modulator. “Yes, if you stop Fang Zhou and Qin Yun’s engagement ceremony, fifty thousand will be transferred to your account immediately.”

Hearing this, Song Qinghuan’s smile widened.

She tapped her fingers on the coffee table, producing a few dull thuds.

“Better to destroy a temple than a marriage.”

“What if I refuse?”

The woman’s voice was firm and resonant, like an ancient bell tolling from afar.

“They aren’t destined to be together. They’ll only torment each other. You’re doing a good deed, saving two people.”

Some people have a way with words, turning black into white and white into gray.

What a righteous statement. If Song Qinghuan wasn’t clear-headed, she might have believed her.

Seeing her silence, the other person continued, “Besides, you won’t refuse, will you?”

Song Qinghuan’s fingers had been tapping the table, but they stopped when she heard the certainty in the woman’s voice.

She clenched her fist and hid it under the table.

The woman had hit the nail on the head.

She did love money more than people.

What can you rely on? In critical moments, only money is useful.

Song Qinghuan admitted that after spending time with Fang Zhou, she felt some guilt and even tried to make up for it by doing her best in planning.

But regret? She had none.

If given the chance, she would make the same decision again.

“Doing something unethical once is enough. If I keep doing it, I might face retribution.”

The woman behind the screen scoffed, seemingly disagreeing with Song Qinghuan.

“What’s unethical about this? Besides, if you have money, what retribution are you afraid of? There’s no problem money can’t solve. If there is, it means you don’t have enough money.”

“How about this, I’ll add another twenty thousand?”

“If you still refuse, I’ll find someone else. Don’t pretend. You love money, and I have money. Let’s work together happily again. Isn’t that good?”

The woman was sure Song Qinghuan would agree, not even willing to negotiate further.

This made Song Qinghuan sneer.

“Well, I don’t want to. Find someone else.”

“Goodbye.”

She stood up, ready to leave.

As her hand touched the doorknob, the woman inside spoke again.

“One hundred thousand.”

Song Qinghuan stopped.

A smile appeared on her lips as she slowly turned around and bowed.

“Song Qinghuan, at your service.”

tln : :O probably han xin. Han Xin is pretty much the one can arrange something like that