Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

Chapter 542 Two Women Fighting!

The woman was quite direct; she wasn't embarrassed by being called out, but instead calmly replied:

"Mr. Zhong, in this world... there is no such thing as absolute equality. The law of the jungle and survival of the fittest are the norm."

She picked up her teacup, took an elegant sip, and continued:

“Those who stand on high ground always like to preach ‘equality,’ ‘peace,’ and ‘the spirit of contract’ to those below them… but these slogans are often built on the ‘inequality’ of power.”

She put down her cup and met Zhong Yuemin's gaze with open confidence:

"Putting yourself in our shoes, if your company possessed the same core technological advantages as us, and were in the same position, I think... you would also try every means to maximize profits, wouldn't you?"

Zhong Yuemin shrugged, not refuting her rather realistic argument. The business world is like a battlefield, and everyone knows some of these truths.

What people say is absolutely right!

"Miss Meichuan, since you've put it this way,"

He leaned forward and stated his conditions.

"Borrowing money... no problem. However, my approach might be a little different. I'll invest in your company and become one of your shareholders, Meichuan Machinery. What do you think?"

Mei Chuan's eyes flickered slightly. This person... has quite the appetite. Investing in Mei Chuan Machinery means a deeper level of entanglement, and may even affect the company's decision-making power.

Zhong Yuemin noticed her hesitation and added:

“Miss Meichuan, there’s no need to worry. My desire to invest in your company is purely from an investment return perspective. I’m optimistic about your company’s development prospects and just want to make money. That’s all. I have no other ulterior motives. You don’t need to reply to me now. You can think about it first.”

Mei Chuan Nei looked at him and suddenly asked, "You...aren't you going to ask me first how much funding I need?"

“I don’t have much,” Zhong Yuemin smiled, his tone casual yet confident, “but I think I can come up with a hundred million or two hundred million US dollars at any time.”

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After the two finished their meal, the woman seemed undeterred and wanted to continue exploring. It was unclear whether she was still trying to persuade him or genuinely interested in the sights and sounds of this ancient capital.

Zhong Yuemin didn't mind and continued to accompany her. As a result, while strolling in Houhai Park, the woman's high-heeled foot accidentally stepped on an uneven pebble path, and she twisted her ankle with a cry of "Ouch!"

Looking at the ankle that quickly swelled up and became as big as a steamed bun in the blink of an eye, Zhong Yuemin finally ruled out the possibility of a "honey trap"—the price was far too high.

Zhong Yuemin could only drive her to the nearest hospital. After parking the car, he had to carry her inside. Her two incredibly soft breasts pressed against his back through her clothes, swaying slightly with each step, the sensation indescribably... alluring.

Upon arriving at the emergency room, the doctor examined me and prescribed some ointment for sprains and bruises, advising me to apply it now to reduce swelling and pain, as it would be very effective.

The two sat down on a bench in the hospital corridor. Zhong Yuemin squatted down and said to Mei Chuannei:

"Come on, take off your shoes, now we'll apply the medicine."

“This…” A hint of awkwardness flashed across Mei Chuan Nei’s face, and her ears turned slightly red. “How about… I do it myself? Don’t trouble yourself.”

Zhong Yuemin looked up at her and found that this woman was actually showing a rare, genuine shyness, which didn't seem feigned.

He said with amusement:

"The doctor just said that applying the medicine sooner will help it heal faster. You can't possibly go back to Japan limping, can you? That won't do. People will think we Chinese haven't been hospitable enough and have neglected our distinguished guest. Don't worry, I promise I won't mind your smelly feet."

"Whose feet smell bad!"

Mei Chuan Neiyi was indeed provoked and subconsciously retorted, "You...you're talking nonsense!"

When it comes to image and "smell," women care about it the same, regardless of nationality!

"Stretch your foot out and take it off." Zhong Yuemin held out his hand, as if to say, "Don't dawdle."

As if to prove that her feet didn't smell, Mei Chuan Nei hesitated for a moment, then gently extended her injured foot.

Zhong Yuemin helped her take off her high heels and stockings, revealing a fair and delicate foot with rounded toes and lightly painted nail polish. However, the redness and swelling around her ankle was particularly glaring.

He poured the medicine into his palm, rubbed his hands together, and then carefully placed it on her swollen ankle, gently massaging it to dissolve the medicine.

"Um...ah..."

The stinging sensation from the medicine, combined with the force of his rubbing, caused Mei Chuan Neiyi to groan softly, her eyebrows furrowed and beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Be gentle...be gentle...it hurts..."

The voice was soft and melodious, carrying pain and a hint of unconscious fragility. Luckily, it was in a busy hospital corridor; if it had been in a more private place, it might have aroused people's imaginations.

"Bear with it, if you don't exert yourself, the medicine won't be able to penetrate and you'll recover slowly."

Zhong Yuemin buried himself in his work, his strength undiminished, yet a strange sense of vengeful pleasure welled up within him, as if he had successfully pulled off a prank.

Serves you right for ripping me off on equipment and repairs... Now you've got what's coming to you!

He was basking in the smug satisfaction of his "revenge" when a clear, yet distinctly cold, female voice suddenly rang out behind him:

"Yuemin? What are you doing here?"

That voice sounds so familiar!

Zhong Yuemin's body stiffened abruptly, a layer of white sweat instantly breaking out on his back. His mind went blank for a moment, and he felt a panicked sense of being caught red-handed having an affair!

Take a deep breath and slowly turn your head.

That's right, it's my wife Zhou Xiaobai!

She was wearing a clean white lab coat and stood a few steps away, her face cold and her eyes filled with doubt and a hint of anger. No wonder, anyone who saw their husband squatting on the ground, carefully holding another young and beautiful woman's feet... would be furious!

Zhong Yuemin inwardly cried out, "Oh no!" He had been so caught up in the thrill of "revenge" that he had completely forgotten that his wife worked at this hospital!

He quickly withdrew his hand, which was still "touching" the other person's ankle, stood up, and tried his best to put on a calm and composed expression:

"Honey, what a coincidence... Um, come on, let me introduce you."

He turned to the side and pointed at Mei Chuan Neiyi:

"This is Ms. Umekawa Nai, the vice president of Umekawa Machinery Co., Ltd. in Japan." She then turned to Zhou Xiaobai, her tone extremely sincere.

"This is my wife, Zhou Xiaobai, she's the doctor here."

"Wife, it's like this,"

He spoke rapidly, stating his position immediately and concisely explaining the background.

"Miss Meichuan twisted her ankle in the park just now, and it's swollen badly. I brought her here to see a doctor, and we just got some medicine. The doctor said to apply it right away for better results, so I..."

In just a few words, Zhong Yuemin absolved himself of all responsibility, presenting himself as a purely helpful and enthusiastic individual.

Zhou Xiaobai didn't say much on the surface, but simply rolled up the sleeves of his white coat, his tone calm yet firm.

"You're not a doctor, what do you know? If your technique is wrong, it could worsen the injury. Let me massage Miss Meichuan instead."

As he spoke, he stepped forward to take over.

"Miss Zhou, no need, no need!"

Mei Chuan Neiyi quickly waved her hand to stop her, a polite apologetic smile on her face.

"How could I trouble you? It's almost all covered up. I'll just go back and rest for a few days."

She looked at Zhong Yuemin and immediately changed the subject:

"Um... Mr. Zhong, I'd like to trouble you to call the hotel for me and have someone from my entourage come and pick me up."

She is also a very perceptive woman who understands women well; how could she not see the subtle atmosphere on the scene?

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai replied, "I have a phone in my office, you can make the call from there."

Zhong Yuemin then told Mei Chuan to stay where she was and wait, while he followed his wife to her doctor's office.

As soon as he entered, Zhou Xiaobai gently closed the door behind him and locked it.

Almost the instant the latch clicked, Zhong Yuemin felt a soft spot on his lower back being pinched and twisted with perfect precision by a slender hand!

"Ouch, be gentle, be gentle... Honey, it hurts!"

He immediately bared his teeth and begged for mercy, knowing he was in the wrong, while still trying to explain himself:

"Didn't I explain everything to you? It's purely a business collaboration, nothing more! I swear to God..."

"Let go, let go, or you'll hurt your hand!"

Zhou Xiaobai then released her grip, letting out a disgruntled "humph":

"Did I say anything to you two? Isn't this a self-admission? You're really something, giving a foreign woman a foot massage? I've never even received that kind of treatment."

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhong Yuemin immediately protested his innocence.

“I’ve massaged your feet and given you massages before, haven’t I done enough? How about this, when we get home tonight, I’ll give you a proper ‘massage’ all over your body…”

"I do not want it!"

Zhou Xiaobai rolled her eyes at him.

"I'm not injured. You...you really have nothing going on with her?"

Zhong Yuemin held his forehead, looking utterly helpless and unable to defend himself.

"Come, come over and sit down first."

He first helped his wife to a chair, then pulled up a chair and sat down opposite her, as if he wanted to have a long talk.

"Let me tell you, this woman... is definitely not as harmless and simple as she seems on the surface."

He lowered his voice, his expression becoming serious, "Do you know why she wanted to see me today?..."

He quickly recounted how Umekawa Nei sought cooperation, proposed conditions, and then offered to invest in the company.

"...So, they're shrewd. Under the guise of cooperation, they want to use the after-sales service that should be their responsibility as leverage to exchange for a large sum of money from me."

Zhou Xiaobai listened to the gist of the conversation and frowned: "Such a big company, would it be short of money? If they ask you for a loan, there's definitely something fishy going on. You'd better be careful and not get caught up in it."

"rest assured,"

Zhong Yuemin patted his chest.

"Don't you know what kind of person your man is? We will never do a losing deal. I think this is a good opportunity. She took the initiative to come to us, so we can talk about the terms. If we can get a stake, even if it's not a big one, as long as we have some say, we won't always be being ripped off like this when it comes to our beverage factory's production line and any future purchases of new equipment."

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaobai's expression softened slightly. She didn't ask any more questions, but simply pointed to the phone on the table: "You make the call."

"Okay, sure." Zhong Yuemin got up to dial a number.

Watching his retreating figure, Zhou Xiaobai couldn't help but add, "From now on... you're not allowed to massage other people's feet anymore!"

"Mmm, okay, okay!" Zhong Yuemin nodded vigorously, put down the microphone, turned around, and put on his signature mischievous grin again. "I only massage my own wife's feet. I'll make it up to you tonight and give you a good massage..."

His gaze, however, unabashedly and meaningfully swept over the high curves beneath his wife's white coat.

"You're being indecent!"

Zhou Xiaobai's face flushed slightly. She raised her hand and gently slapped him, but a hint of a smile she couldn't hide appeared in her eyes.

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In the following days, Miss Meichuan Nei didn't "bother" him again. With her ankle so badly sprained, she probably couldn't come anyway, so he was happy to have some peace and quiet. He thought he could finally have a few days of peace, but then trouble struck again.

That afternoon, he was lounging lazily in a deck chair in his yard, casually playing with his little daughter Ling'er, when the gate creaked open and Zhang Haiyang, dressed in a crisp police uniform with a bag tucked under his arm, strode in with the air of a leader.

"Yuemin, you really know how to enjoy life!" Zhang Haiyang shouted as soon as he walked in. "Look at you, living like you're on an early retirement, so comfortable!"

He was genuinely envious!

Zhong Yuemin, without even lifting his buttocks, glanced at his uniform and said helplessly:

"Hey Haiyang, next time you come to my house, could you please change out of that 'tiger skin' outfit? You keep showing up here in your police uniform every few days. If the neighbors didn't know better, they'd think something serious had happened to my family!"

Zhang Haiyang didn't care about any of that and casually sat down on the stone bench next to him:

"If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. What's wrong, kid? ...Have you made a mistake again lately? Otherwise, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Dad... Uncle Zhang!"

When little Ling'er saw Zhang Haiyang, her eyes lit up, and she skipped over, tilting her little face up to him.

"Uncle Zhang, your uniform is so nice! All the kids in our kindergarten like police officers. I want to be a police officer when I grow up!"

"Oh my, our little Ling'er is the most perceptive!"

Zhang Haiyang was amused and couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch the child's rosy cheeks.

"Uncle came in a hurry today and didn't buy you a gift. Next time, Uncle will definitely bring you one!"

"Then I want a gun!" the little girl immediately demanded, "The kind that can shoot bad guys 'bang bang bang'!"

"Okay, okay, next time Uncle will bring you a toy gun to shoot down bad guys!" Zhang Haiyang readily agreed.

The little girl was satisfied and ran off to play by herself again.

Zhong Yuemin then looked at Zhang Haiyang and asked seriously:

"Coming over at this hour, you must have run into some tricky case again, right?"

"It's a mix of public and private matters, so I'm just giving you a 'notification' first." Zhang Haiyang rubbed his hands together.

"A notification?" Zhong Yuemin raised an eyebrow.

"What notification?"