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  With such questions in mind, Ji Weixi followed the crowd shuffling into the meeting room.

  She could clearly feel that the others were looking at her weirdly—it must be because of the recent news.

  After all, she and her sister Ji Jianing were on trending, and it was clear that they were going for each other’s neck.

  Two sisters fighting to no end over one man. The very thought of what it meant was simply exciting.

  There was some commotion outside the door. Ji Weixi looked up and found Li Shaoling entering with a cold face.

  He had taken off his jacket and the two topmost buttons of his white shirt were undone—subtly exposing his indescribably alluring collarbone.

  His brow and eyes were cool yet showed some signs of fatigue, along with its usual lofty aloofness.

  He leaned into the back of his chair, folded his long legs and placed his hand lazily on the handles.

  His every movement was like a portrait, a lethal piece of art.

  It was a pity he did not become a male model.

  Standing beside him, Jiang Cong called out loudly, “Start the meeting.”


  Then, a middle-aged man held up a pile of documents immediately said, “President Li, I have a few points I would like to raise regarding the acquisition of Mo Group.”


  “Their main business is pharmaceuticals, and they don’t differ much from CBS Pharmaceuticals. As such, their bankruptcy poses an opportunity for us—not only should we acquire their group, we should also recover every production and logistics chain under their banner. That way, management would be a lot easier after we bought out their group. Additionally, I plan to rein in several of their major shareholders to our company……”


  The man spoke eloquently to the point of spitting.

  Still, Ji Weixi was taken aback.

  Mo Group? Pharmaceuticals?

  Wasn’t that the company of Mo Nanfeng’s father?

  Everything connects when she thought about it. No wonder he was so wretched as if he was a living dead…… because Mo Group had gone bankrupt.

  Tut, tut, tut. How pitiful, the young master of the Mo family whom everyone admired, falling to being chased after by thugs.

  As he should be!

  ***

  Meanwhile, Li Shaoling was simply sitting there, his gaze becoming ever distant.

  His eyes were half-narrowed and turned diagonally towards Ji Weixi.

  She was leaning on one hand and twirling a pen on another, and she looked a little delighted.

  At times she would be smiling weirdly, at times she would be shifting her sore body, at times she would show her teeth as she bit her lip.

  So many little movements. Did she not know that it was alluring?

  His eyelids lowered, and his glare became as cold as eyes.

  Couldn’t she look his way once?

  He was angry, but she did not even react!

  Damned woman! Was she thinking about another man?

  “President Li?” The middle-aged man had finished his speech when he found that frightening look on Li Shaoling’s face.

  Even so, he fearlessly waved his hand in front of Li Shaoling. “President Li? Are you there?”


  Everyone hence followed President’s Li gaze and reached Ji Weixi simultaneously.

  It left her very uncomfortable, and so embarrassed she could die.

  She glared at him and quietly prompted, “Hey!”


  What was that man doing? Was he asleep in the middle of the day with his eyes open?

  Ji Weixi took a deep breath. Stretching out with her foot under the table, she gave a firm kick.

  Before Li Shaoling could react, the chair flipped behind. In the next split second, he fell bewilderedly and kissed the floor raggedly.

  “Pfft—”


  Someone barely repressed a giggle.

  Ji Weixi could swear that all she really wanted to do was prod him off his distraction. Who knew that he would just flip and fall?

  For Li Shaoling, that was the first time he was embarrassed in front of so many people.

  He stood up, enduring the pain as he looked darkly at everyone present.

  As such, they lowered their head and put their hands over their mouths, holding back their laughter.

  Finally, he locked his gaze on Ji Weixi who guiltily lowered her head, and could not help wanting to slip beneath the table.

  Li Shaoling gritted his teeth.

  She was becoming ever bolder, and sorely needed beating, a trampling!