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Chapter 55 Emotional damage
🕑 Added 2025-03-08 10:04:24 +0000 UTCXu Zhihong, whose complexion turned ugly, laughed with great difficulty and said.
“This mister sure knows how to treat his wife well."
"Of course, why wouldn't I know how to treat my wife well? But you know. I am not really that good compared to what my Ruo'er does for me. She is really too good to be my wife. No, she is too good to be anyone's wife."
Yang Chen complimented Lin Ruoxi with a very handsome smile. Lin Ruoxi's heart skipped a beat yet again. She tried to hide her blush, but it even more intensified as she replied.
"Y—You're too modest, my husband. I am the lucky one to have you by my side."
Xu Zhihong wanted to vomit blood! How could they be so disgustingly sweet and perfect for each other? It was as if they were living in a fairytale, while he was stuck in a never-ending nightmare. He couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy toward Yang Chen.
Xu Zhihong didn't comment about it anymore, as he knew that he would get emotional damage back. He wasn't stupid enough to be drawn into their lovey-dovey trap. Instead, he plastered a fake smile on his face.
Yang Chen couldn’t help but assess Xu Zhihong a little higher; it seems that he isn’t a brainless rich man; he even knows how to endure.
Lin Ruoxi was worthy of being called a successful businesswoman; although those words made her heart pound nonstop, she continuously remembered her primary goal for coming here and quickly calmed her heart down. She then said to Xu Zhihong,
“Boss Xu, since it’s still early, let's first discuss the autumn fashion show.”
“Yes Yes.”
Xu Zhihong no longer paid any attention to Yang Chen and quickly reverted back to the expression of a graceful gentleman. He smiled and said.
“Whatever Ruoxi says shall be agreed upon; today the host shall follow the guest’s wishes.”
…
Although Xu Zhihong said that to please Lin Ruoxi, once the discussions actually started, it would become a tug of war. Things that ought to be yielded should be, and things that ought to be fought for should be as well.
In actuality, Xu Zhihong was very clear. When dealing with women like Lin Ruoxi, the art of sweet talk did not work at all. As both of them were businessmen, he must utilize methods to convince the other party. If a man gave up his career for a woman, how would this sort of man win the heart of a strong woman like Lin Ruoxi?
Just like Xu Zhihong, once the official talk began, Lin Ruoxi’s words started increasing as well. Her interpersonal relationship skills may not be that great, but once she started talking, this ridiculously beautiful girl also displayed a somewhat “bitchy” demeanor. Once she started to argue, she wouldn’t give up until she reaped the maximum amount of benefits.
So, when an hour passed, Yang Chen, who was bored, couldn’t help but stare, just like Hairy Ball was doing.
It was evident that Hairy Ball was interested in Yang Chen throughout the discussion, he sized him up and attempted to provoke him by glaring at him.
For these types of men who didn’t care about their appearance, Yang Chen could also express his dislike directly. Although he could measure Hairy Ball’s strength with a single glance, which was comparable to an average “elite mercenary,"
Which was as weak as an ant in Yang Chen's eyes.
While Hairy Ball was provoking Yang Chen with loathsome eyes, Yang Chen had the urge to give him a slap. But, after thinking about how he was a white-collar worker now, it would be wise to not create extra trouble and take into account his wife’s business.
Therefore, Yang Chen could only sit in his chair and circulate his Qi through his body to rejuvenate him and Lin Ruoxi instead.
Lin Ruoxi felt his Qi inside of her, and she felt relaxed. It made dealing with Xu Zhihong bearable for her.
“Yes, I hope Boss Xu can stick to his promises for this year’s Autumn Fashion Show. With your company’s stage designs and our company’s fall wear, it is certain that we will capture a wider market.”
Lin Ruoxi finally said this as she signed the contract. Due to speaking for an extended period of time, her cheeks were flushed, displaying her hard-to-come by supple beauty.
While looking at this scene, Xu Zhihong’s eyes dulled for a moment before nodding.
“Of course, I hope that our partnership goes smoothly.”
Only when the two swapped the documents could this long-winded discussion, which lasted until 7 p.m., be considered over.
“Since business is concluded, I expect that you are now hungry, Ruoxi. Let’s have the food served now.”
Lin Ruoxi was actually quite hungry; just like other women, in order to maintain her figure, Lin Ruoxi only ate what Yang Chen brought her for lunch. She had been working until now, and her stomach was rumbling from hunger as she lightly nodded her head.
Xu Zhihong clapped, and the waiters near the door immediately started to get busy.
The dinner was formal western cuisine. While the dinnerware was being set on the table, Lin Ruoxi glanced towards Yang Chen with worry in her eyes. Obviously, the sudden switch to western cuisine was to embarrass Yang Chen.
“Can I know what the mister's name is?”
Xu Zhihong asked with an insincere smile toward Yang Chen.
“Of course, my name is Yang Chen.”
Yang Chen replied gracefully. Upon seeing that it was western cuisine, He also knew that Xu Zhihong wanted to embarrass him.
“Even though it’s my first time meeting Yang Chen, I did not prepare a proper gift. I specially ordered a bottle of Nebbiolo from the year 1992, and I hope that Mister Yang can evaluate it for me.”
As he finished saying that, he signaled a waiter to bring over the bottle of beautifully packaged red wine.
In his heart, Yang Chen couldn’t help but sneer while staying silent. Using three fingers, he lightly raised the glass, allowing the waiter to pour wine into it.
The waiter only poured a bit before stopping.
Yang Chen didn’t feel anything out of place, and he lightly swirled the liquid around the glass, smelt the wine, placed the tilted glass to his lips, and slowly savored a sip.
Upon seeing this action, the once-tense Lin Ruoxi slowly relaxed. Having obtained some relief, she remembered that her husband grew up in the United States based on the general information she got from the information provider.
He must have had traditional western cuisine before, but she didn’t know if he had tasted a famous red wine like Nebbiolo before.
Xu Zhihong’s eyes flashed with a tinge of worry. Smiling, he asked.
“Mister Yang, what do you think?”
“The ingredients of Nebbiolo mainly come from Italy’s Piedmont region’s Barolo and Barbaresco municipalities. If it is of the highest grade, it can only match an ordinary French Margaux Bordeaux red wine; it’s actually not particularly good. However, this type of wine brings with it a tinge of lilac, pepper, apricot, dried plum, and rose; more importantly, it has the feeling of bitter chocolate, which is why it can still be considered avant-garde.”
Yang Chen replied nonchalantly, as if this wine were made by him.
From this, Xu Zhihong felt a bit of surprise. In actuality, even though he drank these types of wines on a regular basis, he could not give out such a detailed description. He would not believe that Yang Chen only guessed all these by luck, as all his other movements regarding western cuisine were all in accordance with the manners of an educated gentleman from high society.
“True enough, it seems that Mr. Yang Chen is truly not ordinary; it’s no wonder that Ruoxi wanted you to accompany her.”
Xu Zhihong fakely smiled with his skin but not his flesh.
“Just a bit.”
Yang Chen did not have any interest in accompanying this hypocritical man for a conversation. He straightforwardly said.
“Without a trick or two up my sleeves, how can I manage to become the husband of my family’s little Ruo'er? Isn’t that right, my lovable wife?”
With that said, he looked towards Lin Ruoxi with a gentle smile.
Lin Ruoxi’s lovable dimples suddenly flashed red. She really didn't know how to respond to his affection. It made her feel both flattered and embarrassed at the same time. She looked down, trying to hide her blushing face, and replied softly.
"You always know how to make me feel special, Yang Chen."
Xu Zhihong could not believe that this mutton skewer-selling man would actually dare to flirt directly in his face and jointly put on a play with Lin Ruoxi to ward himself away. He knew who Yang Chen was, but he didn't expose him yet, as he knew he would find a way to emotionally damage him again.
With one hand gripping tightly onto the crystal-clear wine glass, even his veins were visible. His complexion was a little green from the anger.
