After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash

Chapter 34: Chapter 34 Not Giving Him the Slightest Face
 

Ye Shu was stunned, frozen for a good fifteen seconds before she finally snapped out of it, excitedly exclaiming into the phone, “Thank you.”

But just then, by some cruel twist of fate, her phone died and automatically powered off.

She had no idea if Sheng Shaochen had heard her ‘thank you.’

Ye Shu didn’t have time to worry about that now, hurriedly telling the taxi driver, “Turn around, go to Shengshi Group Headquarters.”

Shengshi Group Headquarters.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Sheng Shaochen stared at his phone that suffered a premature disconnection, his expression dark and clearly unhappy. He turned his head and saw An Zhe on the phone, sneakily glancing at him.

Sheng Shaochen frowned, wordlessly walked over, and sank into his swivel chair.

His long legs casually crossed over each other, he pulled open a drawer, took out a cigar, lit it, and started smoking heavily.

His fingers tapped the desk intermittently, showing his impatience.

Seeing this, An Zhe lowered his voice and told the person on the phone, “I really can’t make a decision on this matter, you should call the main guy.”

Then he hung up.

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And sat down opposite Sheng Shaochen.

Sheng Shaochen tossed him a cigar, speaking nonchalantly, “Was it Sun Nanjue who called?”

An Zhe caught it, lit it, and brought it to his lips for a deep inhale.

A suffocating aroma immediately filled the office.

Through the thick smoke, An Zhe looked at Sheng Shaochen and confirmed, “Yes.”

His gaze fixed on Sheng Shaochen’s face, trying to decipher something from his expression.

Unfortunately, Sheng Shaochen’s inscrutability was too profound; An Zhe couldn’t make out anything.

He braced himself and chose his words carefully, “Just now, Sun Nanjue made an outrageous joke, saying that last night, you accepted a woman he sent you.”

“Do I look to you like someone who is desperate?”

An Zhe was taken aback, then shook his head with a smile.

He, Sheng Shaochen, and Sun Nanjue were a notorious trio in Jin City, with a bond so tight they could share a pair of pants.

Sheng Shaochen’s thoughts were profound—An Zhe might not be able to see through them. But Sun Nanjue’s little quirks, he knew all too well.

Almost anyone associated with Sun Nanjue had slept with him.

Such a woman, even if Sheng Shaochen didn’t have a phobia of women, would never be touched by him.

Sheng Shaochen reached out, pulled a file to himself, “Ye Shengli’s information is all here; take it back and see if there’s an angle we can work.”

An Zhe took the documents and nodded, “A small lesson or a serious warning?”

Sheng Shaochen exhaled a ring of smoke and said emotionlessly, “As big as it can be; make it that big.”

A chill ran down An Zhe’s spine; this Ye Shengli was surely in for some trouble.

“I got it.” An Zhe gathered the documents on Ye Shengli, stood up, and was about to leave.

But then, Sheng Shaochen’s phone rang.

An Zhe glanced over and saw the screen flashing ‘Sun Nanjue.’ His footsteps halted, and he sat back down.

Sheng Shaochen pressed the answer button and switched to speaker, “What is it?”

“Can’t I call you for a drink unless there’s a problem?” Sun Nanjue’s teasing voice sounded.

“No!” Sheng Shaochen bluntly refused any face-saving for him.

“Damn, can’t we have a good time anymore? I don’t care, okay? The usual place, I’ve already ordered the drinks. Be there in half an hour, don’t flake, and remember to bring An Zhe!”

After saying his piece, Sun Nanjue hung up carelessly.

Sheng Shaochen’s face was stern as he crushed the cigar in the ashtray.

An Zhe seized the moment to ask, “Are we going? Sun Nanjue may be unreliable, but he means well.”

Caught between the overly active Sun Nanjue and the overly stoic Sheng Shaochen, An Zhe often found himself naturally playing the role of a mediator.