The boss is chasing after the chaebol’s ex-wife, but you can’t afford it

"I will take it if my illness flares up." Li Huan looked at the medicine in his palm, his voice cold and his eyes calm.

Mu Xuerou smiled, "Sir, let me watch you eat it."

Li Huan felt a chill in his chest and frowned:

"why?"

"This is the master's order. Why ask?"

Mu Xuerou's eyes were sinister, and she smiled viciously, "What? Are you afraid that the master will hurt you? Do you no longer trust the master?"

Li Huan's breath was choked. "No."

"Li Huan, you swore an oath in front of the master that you would be loyal to him for the rest of your life and that you would fight for him through thick and thin. Do you still remember?"

Mu Xuerou raised her chin with contempt, "Even if the master gave you a poison, you would eat it without hesitation, right? In this case, what else do you have to hesitate about?

Li Huan, please don't let the gentleman down."

The feeling of suffocation becomes stronger and stronger.

Li Huan felt as if he was being pushed to the edge of a cliff by a black shotgun. If he retreated half a step, he would fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces.

His jawline tensed as he opened the lid.

In front of Mu Xuerou, he poured the pill into his mouth and swallowed it.

"Very good. Always remember that you belong to the master. You should never forget your roots."

After saying that, Mu Xurou sneered mockingly and left with her head held high.

Li Huan walked forward with a blank expression on his face.

Everything seemed normal, but his pace gradually quickened until he ran away out of the surveillance camera's reach.

Rushing into the bathroom and locking the door, Li Huan knelt in front of the toilet, staring with bloodshot eyes and fingers deep into his throat.

"vomit--!"

Li Huan's broad back arched in pain, his waist and abdomen twitched violently, and he began to vomit violently.

And the blue pill also came up from the throat and fell into the toilet.

Li Huan's whole body was trembling, his cold and sticky saliva was stuck to his face, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked more embarrassed than ever before.

However, he raised the corners of his lips.

This was the first time in all these years that he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

What he didn't know was that the way he smiled gradually overlapped with the heroic and gentle man in the Tang family portrait hanging in the hall of Yuetangyuan.

*

At night, in the most luxurious box of Shengjing’s top club.

Shen Jingzhe was toasting with several distinguished guests, tasting the top-notch red wine that he had purchased for millions at an auction.

All of his guests were powerful and high-ranking officials, one of whom was Mayor Zhou, who was mainly responsible for the bidding for the A5 project.

"Master Shen, no, now I should address you as Mr. Shen."

Mayor Zhou, who was very comfortable with the hospitality, was drunk. He raised his glass and toasted Shen Jingzhe, "You are much better than the previous one. Your brother is notoriously difficult to deal with in the circle. He doesn't know what is good and what is bad, he doesn't respond to soft or hard tactics, and he doesn't know how to adapt. Anyway, I dealt with him once before I came up, and I still remember it clearly.

I knew at that time that he would not be president for long, and sure enough, God has a vision!"

The people around him laughed and said, "If it weren't for God's will, it wouldn't be his, and he couldn't keep it even if he wanted to!"

"That's right. The Shen Group still belongs to Young Master Shen. How can the family business not be passed on to the eldest son? Shen Jingjue thought that he would be the heir to the Shen Group after becoming the president. Why didn't he go to heaven?!"

Everyone laughed.

Shen Jingzhe smiled calmly, picked up the incompatible teacup, and took a sip elegantly:

"I'll have tea instead of wine. Mr. Mayor, don't you mind?"

Mayor Zhou was well-accompanied. He was always picky, but now he felt relaxed and easy-going, like a different person:

"Don't mind, don't mind! Isn't it unorthodox for Mr. Shen to say this to me? We should cooperate more in the future!"

Shen Jingzhe spoke calmly, but his eyes revealed a glimmer of cunning and evil, "Then, Mayor Zhou, please take care of the A5 project."

The revelry lasted until the early morning hours. Mayor Zhou was old, so he left first.

At this moment, the door of the box was slammed open, and Shen Jingzhe's secretary was horrified and stumbled in.

"What are you doing?! Can't you see that Mr. Shen has a guest here? Get out!" Mu Xueruo, who was wearing a high-slit red cheongsam and kneeling at Shen Jingzhe's feet serving tea and water, climbed up and angrily scolded the secretary.

Shen Jingzhe's expression was calm, and he said calmly, "What's wrong? Tell me."

"A man in a black windbreaker broke into the club alone... and beat all of our people severely! He was as ferocious as a ghost!"

Mu Xuerou was confused, "Black windbreaker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a heart-wrenching scream was heard!

A stray bullet cut through the air with a terrifying sound, and then pierced the secretary's left leg.

The secretary fell to the ground, the guests screamed in panic, and Mu Xueruo was so frightened that she was stunned and backed away repeatedly!

Shen Jingzhe's hand holding the teacup trembled, a few blue veins on the back of his hand throbbed faintly, his eyes were dark and cold, and it seemed as if something ferocious and cruel was about to crawl out of the darkness.

A tall and handsome figure walked out slowly and leisurely.

The gorgeous room was filled with people, but it was as dead silent as a grave.

The man who was approaching was alone, but he had the power of a tiger and was full of oppression.

He was wearing a black mask, with his jet-black bangs floating in front of his forehead, leaving only a pair of eyes as sharp as cold stars.

Without looking around, he walked towards Shen Jingzhe.

(PS: I wish you all a happy new year and everything goes well~)