Climbing the Career Ladder

Chapter 81

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"This is impossible!" Lin He angrily pounded the mattress with his hands, and said angrily, "I will never apologize to them, even if I die."

Lin Yiwen looked at Lin He solemnly and said in a deep voice: "An apology is worth 50,000 yuan. What reason do you have not to do it?"

"But..." Lin He clenched his teeth. Facing his father's serious look, he lost the courage to persist. "Okay, I agree to apologize to them."

Lawyer Qin smiled slightly, took out a recorder from his pocket, nodded and said, "Then apologize now, I will bring the information back to the client."

"I'm sorry! I feel very ashamed for the previous offense. I hope Zhu Youming can accept my forgiveness." Lin He said depressedly.

Lawyer Qin put away the recorder and handed over a piece of paper. "This is my client's bank account information. Please transfer the money to this account within one working week."

Lin Yiwen stood up calmly, put the page of paper into his pocket, and nodded, "Then I won't send it."

Lin He lay on the bed in a daze, thinking back on everything that had happened from last night until now. He felt as if he had just had a nightmare. Not only was he seriously injured, but his fiancée also disappeared inexplicably, and he even had to accept compensation. It was really a loss of both the wife and the army!

"Dad... me!" Lin He lowered his head in shame.

Lin Yiwen sighed and whispered, "You had it too easy before. It's a good thing for you to suffer a setback now. Remember not to act too high-profile. This is a world where there are always people above you. Every failure makes you wiser. Don't let yourself float on the surface in the future. Sink into the water. Don't be a target for others, but a smart hunter."

Around 6:30, Fang Zhicheng woke up from the guest room. He went out carefully and bought breakfast, fresh vegetables, pork belly and two big crucian carps at the market. Then he returned to the apartment and the first thing he did was to wake up Zhao Qingya who was still dreaming. Zhao Qingya rubbed her sleepy eyes and felt relieved when she saw all kinds of breakfast on the table. After a simple wash, she had breakfast with Fang Zhicheng.

After finishing breakfast, Zhao Qingya walked slowly to the kitchen and found that a lot of ingredients were prepared. She moved to the door and asked gracefully, "Are you preparing lunch? Are you trying to please me?"

Fang Zhicheng cleaned up the table and chuckled, "You have to be self-aware. I owe Sister Ya so much, so I have to make it up to her."

Zhao Qingya said calmly: "I am very picky. If your cooking is not tasty, be prepared for my complaints."

Fang Zhicheng shrugged and smiled confidently: "However, if you really think it's good, I hope Sister Ya won't be stingy with her praise."

Zhao Qingya was about to strike another blow at Fang Zhicheng when she heard a cell phone ring in the master bedroom. She smiled and walked in quickly. After a moment, Zhao Qingya changed out of her nightgown and put on a loose home T-shirt. She said softly, "The matter has been resolved. Lin He will pay 50,000 yuan in compensation and record an oral apology to Zhu Youming and you."

Fang Zhicheng showed an exaggerated expression on his face, opened his mouth wide, and exclaimed: "Sister Ya, how did you do it? It's so great!"

Zhao Qingya was amused and immediately explained, "You are lucky. The hotel where the wedding banquet was held happened to be a subsidiary of the Hongda Group, so it didn't take too much trouble to call up the surveillance video. The video just happened to capture the scene where Lin He hit Zhu Youming. Although Lin Yiwen is the deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau and is also a relative of Mayor Ye, Mayor Ye was naturally furious when he learned that Lin He was playing with other women outside without his daughter's knowledge. Faced with such a situation, Lin He can only suffer the consequences himself."

Fang Zhicheng sighed and said, "I didn't expect things to turn out this way after all these twists and turns."

Zhao Qingya smiled and said, "It just means that you are very lucky and have an accurate judgment. You just happened to find me to help you solve this matter. But I remind you that you must take 20% of the 50,000 yuan and give it to Lawyer Qin."

"Twenty percent, doesn't that mean ten thousand yuan?" Fang Zhicheng looked distressed.

Zhao Qingya stretched out her jade finger and flicked Fang Zhicheng's forehead, saying unhappily: "There is no free lunch in the world. If it weren't for Lawyer Qin, you two might still be in jail now. You must respect other people's wisdom and work results, and you must not be stingy, otherwise I will help you in the future?"

Fang Zhicheng smiled bitterly, shook his head repeatedly, and whispered: "If I had known that I could study law, I would be able to collect so much money just by talking. It's just robbing money."

Zhao Qingya squinted at Fang Zhicheng, knowing that Fang Zhicheng was just deliberately bickering with her, and said with a wry smile: "There is no regret medicine in this world, you'd better be obedient and follow the survival rules of this world."

After saying that, Zhao Qingya threw Fang Zhicheng a charming wink, turned around and walked into the bathroom. Soon after, the sound of water splashing came from inside. Fang Zhicheng knew that Zhao Qingya was taking a shower, so he went to the living room and started making tea. Ten minutes later, Zhao Qingya had a light yellow towel wrapped around her head, which covered her wet hair. She was wearing a loose white shirt on her upper body. Her snow-white jade skin could be vaguely seen between the buttons. The towel was not wrapped tightly enough, and water droplets still fell, wetting the collar and front of her clothes. The spring light was vague, showing off her seductive curves. Zhao Qingya was wearing a pair of light gray lace hollow shorts on her lower body, which wrapped her hips tightly. The casual home outfit made Zhao Qingya look more sexy, slender and charming.

Fang Zhicheng couldn't help but take a closer look and secretly swallowed his saliva. After getting along for a long time, people will automatically ignore the shortcomings of appearance, so Zhao Qingya is now more and more beautiful in Fang Zhicheng's eyes. Her slightly curved face, because it has just been moisturized by the mist, has eyebrows like willow leaves, eyes like crescent moons, nose like jade ingots, lips like cream, and white skin. Without makeup, it is better than countless people in the world.

Zhao Qingya is like a beautiful peony in full bloom, so bright and charming that people dare not look at her closely.

Zhao Qingya coughed twice deliberately to make Fang Zhicheng regain his sanity. Fang Zhicheng took a cup of tea and said awkwardly, "Sister Ya, please have some tea."

Zhao Qingya swayed her slender waist and sat gracefully on the sofa. She picked up a cup of tea elegantly, pursed her red lips, took a sip of the sweet and fragrant tea, and said, "It tastes pretty good. I didn't waste my tea leaves."

Fang Zhicheng curled his lips and continued to make tea, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the pair of snow-white jade feet beside him, and the beautiful toes like bamboo shoots, with bright red toenails painted on the toes. He said lightly: "I thought Sister Ya liked coffee and foreign wine more."

Zhao Qingya's eyes were like water. She took the teapot from Fang Zhicheng, moved lightly with lotus steps, her jade arms trembled slightly, re-selected the tea leaves, adjusted the water temperature, and then gracefully and skillfully demonstrated the exquisite art of tea making. Fang Zhicheng suddenly had an illusion, that kind of tranquil temperament, as if he had returned to the unique taste of his deceased mother when she was making tea a few years ago.

Zhao Qingya made a gesture of invitation and said with a faint smile: "Would you like to try it?"

Fang Zhicheng took a sip. Although it was the same tea leaves and water, the different hands transformed the taste into something completely different. The tea brewed by Fang Zhicheng tasted slightly bitter, with a sweet aftertaste, while the tea brewed by Zhao Qingya was light but lingering, without a trace of astringency, like a clear spring flowing on the tip of the tongue.

Fang Zhicheng scratched the back of his head and said with a smile: "I just showed off my skills in front of an expert!"

Zhao Qingya did not comment, but smiled with dimples and sighed, "I haven't made tea for a long time. You are the second man who has drunk the tea I made." The first one was of course Zhao Qingya's ex-boyfriend.

Fang Zhicheng put down his teacup and said with a wry smile: "I'm a little jealous of him."

Zhao Qingya shook her head and sighed, "What is there to be jealous of a dead person?"

Fang Zhicheng shook his head, stood up, and recited Zang Kejia's erotic poem, saying calmly: "Some people are alive, but they are already dead; some people are dead, but they are still alive..."

Zhao Qingya's eyes were full of seductiveness, and she smiled as she spat and cursed, "Are you dead or alive?"

Fang Zhicheng deliberately glanced at the area three inches below his navel, then raised his head and said playfully, "Sister Ya, if you want me to give birth, I can give birth. If you want me to die, I can't live."

Zhao Qingya realized something. Her face turned red. She stood up and pretended to be unhappy and cursed in a low voice: "Stinky brat!"

After saying this, she was a little flustered and walked towards her bedroom. At this moment, her waist suddenly tightened, and a pair of big hands wrapped around her and held her tightly in their arms.

Zhao Qingya was a little embarrassed and annoyed. She struggled for a while and whispered, "Zhicheng, let me go, or I will be angry."

Fang Zhicheng ignored her, tilted his head to the back of her ear, took a deep sniff, and whispered: "If I let you go now, I'm afraid I will never have the courage to do this again in my life."