vstars Chapter 325 I Miss You So Much
Chapter 325 I Miss You So Much
"Han Xi....."
Sheng Qianrui wore a black off-shoulder dress today. Because of her grievance and surprise, her collarbone was deeply sunken, and her originally moist red lips were now dry and cracked, gradually revealing the lip lines that were covering them.
"Are you really going to ruin the entire Shengshi Group because of a woman?"
Sheng Jinghui looked extremely uneasy, barely suppressing his inner turmoil as he coughed lightly, "Qianrui, stop talking."
He looked at Han Xi and smiled slightly: "Why don't we eat first? We can talk about these things after we finish eating?"
"No need for a meal, let's get this over with now."
Han Xi held his phone, tapping and swiping calmly, and said in a cold tone, "Whether it is I who am ruthless and inhumane, or whether Shengshi Group has been using the Taihu Bay project as a springboard from the beginning to make a huge profit, Chairman Sheng should know the answer in his heart."
Sheng Jinghui's smile froze instantly.
In an instant, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his graying temples.
Even Sheng Qianrui, who had been filled with resentment, turned pale and clenched her fists uneasily.
Only Han Ming was still unaware of the truth. He frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Your Uncle Sheng has always been a man of integrity, with a reputation that has been passed down in the industry for many years. How could he possibly do such a thing!"
Seeing Han Ming speak up for them, Sheng Jinghui suppressed his panic and forced a smile, saying, "Yes, Xiu Jin, there must be some misunderstanding in this matter..."
"Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, Chairman Sheng can see for himself."
Han Xi placed his phone directly on the turntable, and with a gentle push of his slender fingers, the turntable slowly spun, and the phone slid past the three people one by one.
"The building materials provided by Shengshi Group have a failure rate of up to 17%. The Han Group has invested nearly 10 billion yuan in the first phase of the Taihu Bay project. If the project runs into problems in the end, who will suffer more losses? Isn't Shengshi Group using the Han Group as a stepping stone?"
"Impossible! The Sheng family and the Han family have cooperated for many years. Your Uncle Sheng would never do such a thing!"
Seeing that the Sheng family father and daughter remained silent, and only Han Ming was refuting them, Han Xi took back his phone, pulled out another document, and placed it back in front of them, saying:
"This is a test report from a third party. There's something quite interesting about it: someone actually replaced the submitted sample beforehand."
Sheng Qianrui's face completely lost its color.
With a tremor of her hand, she knocked over the wine glass next to her, making a jarring clang. The dark red wine instantly spread across the table, quickly flowing towards Han Xi.
Although she quickly realized what had happened and hurriedly wiped herself with a napkin, a small amount of red wine still splashed onto Han Xi.
She bit her lip hard, her eyes darting towards Sheng Jinghui, only to find that her father's face looked even worse than hers, his lips had changed color, and he looked ten years older in an instant.
"This matter, I..." Sheng Qianrui tried her best to explain, but when she opened her mouth, she found that it seemed meaningless to say anything in the face of the evidence.
"Getting Shengshi Group to voluntarily withdraw from the Taihu Bay project is the greatest respect I can leave for the Sheng family. As long as the Sheng family behaves itself in the future, this report will never reappear, but..."
Han Xi paused, looked at Han Ming across from him who was holding his phone with an incredulous expression, and said with a smirk, "If the Sheng family doesn't know what's good for them, then I'll have no choice but to be ruthless and handle this business strictly."
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Having said everything he needed to say, Han Xi left without touching the dishes on the table.
I don't know when it started raining.
The streetlights cast long streaks of light on the rain-soaked road, and Han Xi's black sedan drove over puddles, splashing up tiny droplets of water.
As the car drove away from the restaurant, Han Xi reached out and dialed Fang Li's number.
After ringing a few times, the other end answered.
"Mr. Han? Didn't you have a business dinner? Is it over so soon?"
Xu Fangli's voice was mixed with the noisy background noise of the film set, and the sound of the director clapping the clapperboard could be faintly heard as he shouted "Scene 32, 4th take".
Han Xi turned the steering wheel and onto the side road: "It's over. I miss you so much now."
He glanced at the red wine stain on his sleeve and frowned slightly. "How's it going on your end? Still not done?"
The sound of papers rustling came from the other end of the phone: "There are two night scenes tonight, but it should be soon, if Mr. Han doesn't mind..."
Her voice suddenly lowered, "Wait for me by the back door of Booth B, next to the fire escape. I'll come find you as soon as I'm done."
After hanging up the phone, Han Xi gently applied the brakes to slow the car down.
The raindrops remaining on the windshield refracted the neon lights into colorful patches, much like the stunning dress Xu Fangli wore at the Wenxi Film and Television charity gala.
For some reason, he really wanted to see that cunning little woman at that moment.
When Han Xi arrived at the back gate of Studio B of the film and television base, there were few people around, only a few cars parked there.
He had intended to wait for her in the car, but he could vaguely hear the sounds of filming inside. Realizing that he hadn't seen Fang Li's studio yet, he turned off the car, opened the door, and got out.
A few minutes later, a figure silently entered the film crew.
At that moment, Fang Li was sitting in a chair not far from the scene watching the actors rehearse, and for a moment she felt as if she had not yet retired from the entertainment industry.
She rubbed her slightly sore eyes, gave a self-deprecating smile, and reached for the coffee on the table beside her without turning her head.
Completely unaware, a tall figure silently approached and quietly took her hand as she reached out.
"Ah!" Xu Fangli whirled around, the script in her hand scattering all over the floor. Upon seeing who it was, she was both surprised and delighted: "What are you doing here...!"
"Drinking coffee so late? Don't you want to sleep tonight?"
Han Xi squatted down to help her pick up the documents, but his fingertips stopped abruptly when they touched a certain page.
The scene description boldly stated: "The male lead secretly went to another woman's banquet behind the female lead's back, lying to her that it was a business dinner..."
Seeing his expression change slightly, Xu Fangli bent down and took the page.
She glanced at him curiously. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that? Have you suddenly become interested in our industry?"
Han Xi helped her pick up the other documents before squatting down beside her and saying in a deep voice, "I actually went to see the Sheng family father and daughter tonight."
Xu Fangli's smile faltered slightly as she glanced at him and noticed the red wine stains on his sleeve.
She unconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips tracing the mark, then turned and took out a wet wipe from her bag to clean it for him: "Is it still because of that?"
Fang Li's clarity softened Han Xi's heart, and he nodded, "Mm."
Fang Li raised an eyebrow, feigning suspicion as she leaned closer to his sleeve and sniffed. "It doesn't seem like ordinary red wine; it has a very faint minty aftertaste... Is it Romanée-Conti 2005?"
She frowned slightly. "The Sheng family is quite sincere; they want to apologize to you?"
Han Xi held her hand: "The one they should apologize to the most is you."
"Hasn't Sheng Qianrui already said that?"
Xu Fangli crumpled the wet wipe into a ball and carefully tossed it into the trash can. "I don't believe they contacted you just to apologize; there must be something else going on."
She pulled over a chair next to him and made him sit down.
"Tell me about it?"
The night breeze lifted the title page of the script, revealing the words "The Eighth Day of the Week".
Han Xi stuffed the documents back into her bag: "We'll talk about it when we get home."