Chapter 102: Yun Jiu's Betrayal

This story is purely fictional.

Xiao Jin hurriedly arrived at Chi Zhaoming’s office and found Chi still there, showing no sign of leaving. “Wow, my luck’s really good! You’re still in your office? I was thinking I’d have to come to your home to find you,” Xiao Jin said with a broad smile.

“To my home? Didn’t my wife scold you enough last time? It’s because of you, scoundrel, that I ended up in a ditch, capsizing in the gutter. Whenever my wife mentions you, she gets disgusted. I’m even embarrassed to keep in touch, yet here you are, coming to me first,” Chi Zhaoming replied.

“Ah, I didn’t expect you’d end up like this. Look, I’ve been playing for over ten years and I’m still fine. You should learn from me. Betting has to be steady, with self-control and a good mindset. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you ended up dead,” Xiao Jin boasted.

Though knowing Xiao Jin was bragging, Chi Zhaoming found some truth in his words upon reflection. Xiao Jin had played for so many years without issue, while Chi himself had only been at it for a year and already faced unforeseen troubles. “So, what wind blew you here?” he asked.

“I don’t come without a reason. I’m here to trouble you again. It’s about that company from last time—help me out with another round of promotion. This company has great potential and is ready to move up a level. There’s 500,000 yuan on this card. If that’s not enough, just say so. The exact date for the promotional video shoot is yet to be decided,” Xiao Jin explained.

After speaking, Xiao Jin took out an envelope and handed it to Chi. “What’s this?” Chi asked.

“It’s a small token of appreciation from the company for your help last time with the promotion. It’s just a little something, so please accept it,” Xiao Jin said with a wide grin.

“No need, it was just a small favor,” Chi declined politely.

No matter how much Chi refused, Xiao Jin insisted and stuffed the envelope into Chi’s drawer before leaving.

Watching Xiao Jin depart, Chi opened the envelope to find 10,000 yuan inside. Staring at the money, he thought, “Over the past year, I’ve given away a pile of cash to outsiders for nothing. I wonder if this 10,000 yuan will bring me some luck.” He shook his head.

Chi locked the card in his safe and closed the door, preparing to go home.

Leng Junfeng and Gao Yating arrived at the Supreme Bar, settling into a corner of the Western restaurant.

The restaurant’s manager, upon seeing two senior executives arrive, summoned the saxophonist to perform beside their table.

When Gao Yating heard the music start, she glanced at the performer and gestured for him to come over.

The musician approached and bowed slightly, asking softly, “What would you like, Madam Gao?”

“You may stop now. I don’t need music at the moment. Thank you,” Gao Yating whispered.

When the waiter came to Leng Junfeng, he said, “Bring me the Presidential Estate French red wine. I want to serve our esteemed Ms. Gao the finest wine.”

“Certainly, please wait a moment,” the waiter responded politely.

After the waiter left, Gao Yating began questioning Leng Junfeng. “I have something to discuss with you. Recently, the company’s business has been declining. I had Dai Yunjie investigate the cause and found it’s due to your downline and the police officer Xiao. What do you have to say about this?”

Leng Junfeng was surprised that Gao Yating had uncovered the cause so quickly.

Listening to her, he realized the woman she brought back, Dai Yunjie, must be quite skilled—even hacking techniques—to find out so much. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to know who was playing on other betting websites so soon.

Taking a sip of lemon water, Leng Junfeng feigned calm and said, “I’m also surprised by the business decline. But I don’t quite understand how my downline and Xiao Jin are responsible.”

“Bring more wine!” Dai Yunjie snapped his fingers at the waiter.

Hearing the command, the waiter promptly brought another bottle.

Xiao Yi was slightly tipsy, her eyes somewhat glazed, yet her instincts remained sharp. She thought about how the man she loved had such a poor tolerance for alcohol. Playfully tapping Dai Yunjie’s head, she said, “I didn’t expect Uncle’s drinking ability to be worse than mine.” Then, turning to the waiter, she said, “Can’t you see he’s already drunk? No more wine. Please bill us.”

“Oh, if you’re done drinking, you may leave anytime. Mr. Dai Yunjie is our esteemed guest and doesn’t need to settle the bill each time,” the waiter said respectfully.

“Alright, then we’re leaving,” Xiao Yi responded.

“Take care on your way,” the waiter said courteously.

“Wait, please call a designated driver for me and help get him into the car,” Xiao Yi added.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll arrange a driver to take Mr. Dai Yunjie home,” the waiter replied.

Xiao Yi waited as the driver arrived.

After a while, the driver approached Dai Yunjie. “Don’t forget anything. I’ll make sure Mr. Dai gets home safely.”

Xiao Yi followed behind, watching the driver help Dai Yunjie into the car.

Following directions, the driver took them to Dai Yunjie’s room at the Supreme Hotel.

When they reached the door, the driver said to Xiao Yi, “Here you go,” then turned and left.

Xiao Yi pulled the room key from Dai Yunjie’s pocket and swiped it at the door. When it beeped open, she entered.

She helped Dai Yunjie to the bed, took off his shoes, laid his legs down, and covered him with a blanket.

Finding a towel, she turned on the water heater and soaked it in hot water. When warm enough, she gently wiped his face and body.

Looking at the man before her, her emotions surged. His strong chest and chest hair made her feel as if she had fallen into a dreamlike trap. Her face flushed, the color spreading down her neck.

She felt parched, her blood boiling.

At that moment, Dai Yunjie suddenly grabbed her, pulling her into his arms.

She didn’t resist, nor could she.

Xiao Yi, with a maiden’s shyness, blushed deeply. Dai Yunjie looked at her bashful face, seemingly lost in a fog.

The room fell silent, no words—only passionate kisses.

Dai Yunjie rolled over, pinning her beneath him.

Her hands slowly began to remove his clothes. Though inexperienced, she revealed his body entirely before her eyes.

At this moment, Dai Yunjie’s consciousness was hazy.

His subconscious was entangled with memories of his ex-wife. He surrendered his body completely, gazing at Xiao Yi’s flawless skin, unmarked by any crease.

Two wounded souls entwined in passionate embraces, lost in bliss...

Gao Yating sipped her wine. “If I didn’t have solid evidence, I wouldn’t say this lightly. Don’t pretend here—I’m fully aware of your role in this incident. As you guessed, Dai Yunjie is a mediocre hacker. The lists of your downlines on your computer are all under my control. From those lists, we traced their frequently used IDs and hacked into their computers. We intercepted their bets on a website called ‘Broadcast.’ Do you want me to show you the detailed data on each of them?” Despite her tone lacking its usual forcefulness, every word sent chills down Leng Junfeng’s spine.

“Since we’re at this point, I won’t keep anything from you. There’s a reason behind the trouble with my downlines. Mainly, the ‘Broadcast’ betting site offers a much higher rebate rate than our company. These downlines are greedy for small gains and neglect the bigger picture. That’s my responsibility—I won’t shirk it. As for the police officer Xiao Jin, he’s more closely connected to me, so that falls on me too. I can make up some of the company’s losses over the past two months. I will have the downlines return to Huaguan’s proper path. Does that sound acceptable?” Leng Junfeng offered a sincere solution.

“This problem isn’t without my fault either. You and I are founders and veterans of the company. Logically, I should take some responsibility. It wouldn’t be fair to leave it all to you. Let’s put past mistakes behind us and not dwell on assigning blame,” Gao Yating said, glancing at the waiter as he paused to open the wine and pour it into a decanter.

Gao Yating picked up the decanter and swirled it continuously.

“I’ll handle this,” Leng Junfeng said, taking the decanter and swirling it in his hands.

After a while, Gao Yating said, “That’s enough. You’ve been swirling it so much, you’re giving me a headache.”

Laughing, Leng Junfeng replied, “If just swirling wine makes you dizzy, what would drinking it do? Drink or not, it’s your call.”

“Since you’ve taken out the best wine stored here, it’d be a shame not to have some. Pour a little, but not too much.”

“All right, I’ll pour half a glass for our esteemed Ms. Gao. Does that work?” Leng Junfeng slowly poured wine into Gao Yating’s glass.

“A full glass, please. Half a glass is meaningless. Just one glass, no more,” Gao Yating said graciously, giving Leng Junfeng face.

(To be continued)