Chapter 1594 - 1592: Past Lives and Present Life 30

Chapter 1592

Wanxin in the guest room tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Zhao Junyao, however, slept soundly.

Because tomorrow Xia Ruqing had invited him to go to the countryside together.

This woman had never actively invited him before; this was the first time.

The thought of it made him a bit excited. He held the device called a phone and listened to the voice messages she sent over and over again, tirelessly.

Not knowing when, he fell asleep so soundly.

If Wanxin found out about this, who knows what kind of fuss she would make.

Unfortunately, there was no way Zhao Junyao would let her find out.

Coming from centuries ago, as an emperor, having three thousand beauties in his harem was entirely legitimate.

He had no concept of chastity in his mind.

Thus, he was willing to get close to Xia Ruqing and also had a good deal of affection for Wanxin.

Of course, his affection for Wanxin mainly stemmed from her being the only reincarnated woman he could find in his harem.

His affection for Xia Ruqing, however, was somewhat different.

Even though he had never seen her before, he preferred to be with her and liked watching her cry and laugh.

This feeling was very strange and very unfamiliar.

But as an emperor, he naturally wouldn’t worry about such trivialities.

Have a good sleep, work well tomorrow, and then going out with her is the way.

...

In the quiet of night.

The lights in the Zhao Family Villa turned off one by one, leaving only the light in Zhao Junqi’s room still on.

He was working through the night, sending emails to the Xu Corporation, introducing the Zhao Family, and providing a more detailed introduction of himself.

Shih Yueshu was anxiously beside him.

"The last email was sent so long ago, and there’s still no reply!"

"Son, do you think maybe they don’t care about us at all!"

Zhao Junqi firmly shook his head.

"Definitely not!"

"Why wouldn’t they care about us?"

"Even if I’m not the legitimate heir of the Zhao Group, Mom, you’re the mistress of this house, and you hold quite a bit of stock!"

Shih Yueshu was still anxious.

"Then what do you think they mean?"

Zhao Junqi shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

After a while, his eyes lit up.

"Mom, I heard that the boss of Xu Corporation has a son too! He’s about the same age as me!"

"If nothing works, I’ll approach him!"

Shih Yueshu raised an eyebrow subtly.

"Don’t rush, first look into this person’s background and see if it benefits us!"

If you find a connection with their people, then what’s the point of trying to win them over? It’ll just alert the enemy!

"You’re right!" Zhao Junqi nodded.

"I’ll thoroughly investigate tomorrow, but tonight I’ll send this email first!"

Zhao Junqi fiercely tapped the keyboard, with a cold blue light illuminating his face full of ambition.

He was now transferred by Xia Yu to work in a subsidiary company of the Zhao Group.

Whether it’s a coincidence or someone deliberately targeting him, no one knows.

The work was overwhelmingly busy, and he got off work very late.

Yet he managed to endure this, cope with it, and still dedicate a lot of effort every night to digging into Xu Corporation’s business.

It’s indeed not easy and worthy of praise.

As for the outcome, who will emerge victorious in the end? Time will tell.

...

On Thursday.

Originally planning on working in the morning and visiting Xia Ruqing in the afternoon, Zhao Junyao woke up and found it was already ten o’clock.

He woke up under the mid-morning autumn sun and sat up from the luxurious and exquisite bed, bleary-eyed, looking around at everything.

Only after a long while did he gradually acclimate.

His expression slowly became grim.

"Why did I sleep so late? Why didn’t anyone wake me? Where’s my assistant?"

Zhao Junyao looked extremely displeased, stepping off the bed with his chest exposed, still in his pajamas.

When Wanxin entered with breakfast, she happened to witness this scene.

But she was not seeing him reveal his chest muscles for the first time.

So, besides being slightly impressed, she didn’t show much shyness or excitement.

"Ah Yao!"

She called sweetly.

"I made this breakfast myself. Although it doesn’t look great, the taste should be good. Hurry and try it!"

Zhao Junyao looked at everything laid on the table, frowning slightly.

"You made all this?"

"You’ve been here all this time?"

"Did you turn off my alarm clock and send away my assistant?"

He stared at her blankly, questioning.

Wanxin felt a bit guilty but still laughed.

"Ah Yao!"

"I know you have to work, but you also need to take care of yourself!"

"I saw you sleeping so soundly; I couldn’t bear to wake you!"

"I thought we haven’t really had breakfast together, so I went to the kitchen and prepared something!"

"It’s my first time doing this, not sure if you like it!"

She looked at him delightedly, hoping he’d say "thank you for your hard work," or "as long as it’s made by you, I like it."

Unfortunately, imagination is ultimately just imagination.

Zhao Junyao looked at her with a dark face, silent for a long time.

When she snapped back to reality, the person in front of her had already left in strides, leaving her speechless, frightened, and frozen.

Her heart was filled with mixed feelings—sweet, sour, bitter, spicy—like a shattered jar of condiments.

Her lips trembled as her mood plummeted.

"Ah Yao, where are you going?"

Zhao Junyao turned to glance at her face that was identical to Wanxin, finally refraining from criticism, only saying calmly.

"I’m going to the company, eat by yourself!"

And with that, he left without a second glance, striding away.

Wanxin’s heart broke.

All her passion, along with the breakfast on the table, turned cold, utterly chilled.

"Why is it like this?"

"Why is Ah Yao still like this?"

She thought he had changed before, but after getting closer over a few days, it was still like this!

Looking pale, she returned to her guest room, staring at the clothes in the closet and the yet-to-be-closed suitcase opened last night.

She smiled sarcastically, tears streaming down.

"Being so proactive, what’s the use of it?"

...

Arriving late for work for over two hours, Zhao Junyao was in a foul mood.

The assistant stood aside, trembling, not daring to speak.

Busy until half past twelve, the whole company went off work, but the assistant still didn’t dare leave.

Zhao Junyao glared coldly at him.

"What?"

"Everyone else has gone off work, why are you still standing here?"

For some reason, despite it being the twenty-first century, the assistant still felt his boss might, at any moment, end his life.

In his mind, two little figures were arguing.

One said: Is it necessary? It’s just a job, really viewing it as a matter of life or death?

The other said: That’s easy to say, but I’m still afraid! The boss’s expression is so scary; I’ve never seen such a look or eyes.

His whole body was covered in goosebumps!

After being stared at by Zhao Junyao for a long while, the assistant finally apologized tremblingly.

"Young Director, I didn’t mean to today!"

"It was..."

"Alright, no need to explain," Zhao Junyao waved his hand.

Wanxin, that woman, generally doesn’t consider the consequences of what she wants to do.

The assistant was probably threatened by her.

But he was still angry; how could his assistant be easily threatened by others?