freenovelworld Chapter 22: Burning Bridges After Use
Chapter 22: Burning Bridges After Use
Chapter 22: Burning Bridges After Use “Mr. Lu, what are you doing?”
Qingqing followed Lu Liang into the room but let out a startled gasp as he swept her up by the waist and carried her to the bathroom.
What followed was a frenzy of passion. When it was over, Lu Liang walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, leaving Qingqing to tidy up the aftermath herself.
Lying on the balcony’s sofa, he lit a cigarette, letting the breeze from the river wash over him. With fingers lightly tapping the table, his mood was light.
What he had been most worried about hadn’t happened, and he even received an unexpected bonus. However, he had a hypothesis that would take four more days to confirm.
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The next morning, Lu Liang drove Qingqing back to Haomeng Production Company.
After exchanging contact details, he gave her a pat on the backside. “Go on, get to work. I have some business to discuss with Mr. Wu.”
“Or how about I make you some tea first?” Qingqing’s smile was radiant. Living in Tomson Riviera and driving a Bentley—she felt Lu Liang was her destined Prince Charming, the benefactor who would guide her to success.
“Go ahead.” Lu Liang smiled faintly, but as soon as she left, his expression turned serious.
He pulled out a project proposal. “Mr. Wu, I’m interested in this project. Could you help me get in touch with the team?”
With an investment of just five million yuan, he could see a return of 120 million in seven months—24 times the profit. It was hard not to be tempted.
“Happy Mahua?” Wu Tianzheng frowned. “That’s a fledgling company. Let me look into them for you.”
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She was clearly upset. Being ignored by Lu Liang felt like he had burned bridges after using her.
“Senior, did I do something wrong?” Bai Xiaoqin asked, straightforward as ever, confused by the hostility.
“Don’t mind her,” Wu Tianzheng interjected, glaring at Qingqing. “Sign the contract and report to Director Liang.”
Then, he turned to Qingqing. “Next month, we’re doing a feature for Bazaar magazine. Prepare to model some new fashion lines and head to Beijing for the shoot.”
Seeing Qingqing’s dissatisfaction, he added earnestly, “Qingqing, don’t overthink it. Wealthy men aren’t fools. Mr. Lu isn’t much different from your previous sponsors.”
Wu Tianzheng didn’t know what had happened the previous night or what Lu Liang had said, but today’s attitudes made it clear: Lu Liang wasn’t serious, while Qingqing was.
Biting her lip, Qingqing dug her nails into her polished fingers before sighing in defeat. “Understood, Mr. Wu.”
“Good. Off you go.” Wu Tianzheng nodded, satisfied.
He believed Qingqing had the potential to rise—she just needed resilience, effort, and patience.
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Meanwhile, Lu Liang arrived at the Guotai Securities branch.
It was Saturday, a non-trading day, so the hall was quiet, with only a few investors dropping by for account-related matters.
Zhao Haisheng, waiting at the entrance, watched Lu Liang step out of a Bentley and couldn’t help but marvel.
Just half a month ago, Lu Liang had been scraping by with barely 250,000 yuan in his margin account. Now, he was a millionaire VIP client.
“Brother Liang, park here,” Zhao quickly adjusted his mindset, smiling warmly as he pulled out a parking barrier to make room.
Having been in the industry for seven years, Zhao knew better than to envy others’ luck or timing. Some things—like fortune and opportunity—couldn’t be forced. His job was simply to serve well.