The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Chapter 155 Who is your boss?

It didn't seem like anything special. It was just the trivialities of life. Every moment he spent with her made Xia Yang feel that Fu Xiuyan only had her in his eyes and heart, and couldn't leave her.

But this kind of gradual infiltration would take too long to solve his problem in the shortest possible time. He needed to think of another way.

[Xia Yang: I'm about to take off. I wish you a successful escape.]

Yu Chi: Looks like I helped my brother. Next time you have relationship problems, remember to come to me! After all, you said I'm awesome! [Awesome.jpg]

Xia Yang ignored him and switched his phone to airplane mode, occasionally scrolling through the chat screen between him and Yu Chi.

The flight attendant quickly announced that the plane was about to take off. Xia Yang put away her phone, put on her eye mask, and quickly fell asleep. Even as she fell asleep, a smile played on her lips.

The weather was beautiful that day. The sun was shining brightly, and the air was so fresh that one couldn't help but breathe in a few more breaths. Just like Xia Yang's mood at the moment, pure and clear.

But Shen Qingxi only felt that the sun was glaring, stinging his eyes. He hated this kind of sunny day so much; the sun always made him irritable.

After staying in the company for a day and a night, he finally walked out of the office building.

Through the French windows, he could see the reporters outside crowding in after seeing him. They were blocked outside by security, waiting for him to leave so that they could pounce on him and eat him alive.

In the past, he enjoyed being admired by everyone the most. But now, that scene was like a hell beckoning him.

He didn't know how to hide. The company had terminated his contract. He lost his agent, his assistant, and his driver. He was left with nothing. If he hadn't used the company's dirty laundry to negotiate with them, he would have been left with a massive debt!

He hadn't anticipated this. His case wasn't a major issue. Ultimately, it was a moral issue, and it didn't cross the legal line. How had it reached such an irreversible point?

Before arriving at the company, he was confident that he could convince the company to stand on his side.

But in reality, he'd tried everything, soft and hard, to no avail. Even when he'd promised them that once the company got a little going, and the hype around his incident had died down and he could regain his position, he'd give them three years of salary without taking a cut, leaving it all to the company, they still didn't budge even for a moment.

He was puzzled as to why a company that only cared about money and profit would refuse such a great deal.

What is more of it is powerlessness and despair.

"Mr. Shen." An emotionless voice came from behind Shen Qingxi. It was a strange face he had never seen before.

"Our boss wants to see you. Mr. Shen, please."

There was that condescending tone again. As if he were a pet, to be summoned and dismissed at will. Having been in the industry for so many years, I'd heard it countless times.

Shen Qingxi, however, refused to tolerate it any longer. Ever since the negative news about him began to spread, countless people who had once coveted him had called, their words and expressions suggesting nothing more than wanting him to be a captive, to be toyed with and dismissed at will. This must be one of them, more proactive than the others, having actually come to his door.

"roll!"

Shen Qingxi's attitude was very bad. But he remained calm. "It would be difficult for Mr. Shen to leave here safely alone. I have arranged a safe way out. I can take Mr. Shen out of here unharmed."

Shen Qingxi looked at the scene outside the door and asked him, "I don't know who your boss is. But no matter who it is, tell him to give up. I will never become someone else's plaything!"

The other party was only surprised for a moment: "I'm sorry, Mr. Shen. I didn't express myself clearly. Our boss just wants to cooperate with Mr. Shen. There is no other intention. Please rest assured, Mr. Shen."

He said sorry, but there was still no trace of apology in his tone.

"Cooperation?" Shen Qingxi said self-deprecatingly, "Is there any surplus value left in me that hasn't been completely squeezed out?"

"Mr. Shen, do you have any better choice now?" The man glanced outside meaningfully.

Shen Qingxi's eyes were gloomy: "Lead the way."

The man took Shen Qingxi through many twists and turns and got on a car that had been waiting for him. He had been working here for so long, and this was a small road that even he had never walked on.

"Who is your boss?"

The man acted as if he didn't hear it and just told the driver to set off.

Shen Qingxi took out his cell phone and found that there was no signal. The car had been repaired.

After the car had been driving for a few minutes, it was still pitch black inside. "Haven't you left the garage yet?"

Shen Qingxi received no answer. Looking up, he realized he was completely separated from the front seat, not even the slightest gap. The glass on either side was also black, not allowing any light to filter through. He felt as if he were trapped in a dark little box, unable to hear a single sound. If it weren't for the centrifugal force he could feel when the car occasionally turned, he would have truly believed he wasn't in a car, but a box holding him captive.

He had no idea which direction he was going, or how long he had been traveling. He didn't even notice the car stop. Someone handed him an eye mask and told him to put it on without hesitation. Then he was led for a short distance.

When the blindfold was removed, Shen Qingxi squeezed his eyes shut, stinging from the bright light. Once he adjusted, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on the sofa across from him a few meters away. He was the most handsome of the high-ranking men of his age whom Shen Qingxi had ever met. He also had a very refined demeanor.

The man smiled and said, "Mr. Shen, welcome to my humble home."

My humble abode? It looked simple, but every item was priceless. Even the vase next to the sofa was worth more than he could earn from several TV series. Could this still be called my humble abode?

"Sir, what do you need my cooperation for? Please be direct."

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold light flashing in them. Shen Qingxi involuntarily took a step back. The man then returned to smiling: "Mr. Shen arrived earlier than I expected."

Shen Qingxi didn't understand why he said this.

"It can be seen from this that Mr. Shen is the one who needs help more and is a little impatient. So don't even think about taking the initiative with me."

The man was speaking with a warm smile. But Shen Qingxi felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His legs were shaking uncontrollably.

The man chuckled, and the terrifying aura just now disappeared in an instant: "Mr. Shen, don't be nervous, just treat it like your own home. Please show me a seat, Mr. Shen."

The young man who brought Shen Qingxi here took a chair and placed it next to Shen Qingxi. After pressing his shoulders and sitting down, he quickly disappeared.

After Shen Qingxi sat down, the man put down the beads he had been playing with and said, "Mr. Shen is a straightforward person. I won't beat around the bush. I can solve Mr. Shen's current predicament."

"How to solve it?" Shen Qingxi was very anxious and even leaned forward involuntarily.

The man gave Shen Qingxi an unhappy look, and he fell silent instantly.

"There are many ways. However, I see that Mr. Shen is a man of great ambition. A quick fix won't help him achieve the future he desires. I'll have someone arrange for Mr. Shen to leave for a while. Others will take care of things for you from now on."

"What do you want me to do for you?"

"Mr. Shen has agreed to cooperate, which is great. When you are needed to do something, someone will naturally tell you that you are of no value to me now." It was an undisguised contempt.

But in front of this person, Shen Qingxi didn't even dare to express displeasure. He didn't even dare to ask who the person in front of him was.

After sending the man away, the middle-aged man wiped his hands with a handkerchief and said to his secretary, "Throw away everything he touched."

"Yes, sir."