The Seven Gentlemen: Two-Faced Husband, Have Some Decency!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qi Chengzhi – who had been silent until then – stood up and also made his way out. Qi Chenglin asked from behind, “Big brother, where are you going?”

“The toilet,” Qi Chengzhi replied as he left.

“Toilet? Isn’t there a toilet inside here?” Yan Beicheng questioned.

Chu Zhaoyang touched a card and remarked, “I’m guessing he’s going to look for Song Yu! Chenglin, what’s the matter with Chengzhi and Song Yu? They don’t seem to be getting along well!”

“Whoa, could it be that he had fallen for his brother’s ex-fiancée?” A twinkle of interest glimmered in Yan Beicheng’s eyes.

Being no longer able to resist being curious, even Wei Zilin lifted his head and looked at Qi Chenglin.

“I don’t even know the specific details. My big brother’s way of thinking is anyone’s guess.” Qi Chenglin smiled. “There’s one thing that I know, though. Three years ago, when Song Yu joined Chengshi Infrastructures, my big brother voluntarily requested a transfer to become the chairman of Qilin Properties.”

“I never thought that our Young Master Cheng is seeded with infatuation,” Yan Beicheng teased.

Qi Chenglin shot him a glance. “Try saying that in front of my brother.”

“…” Yan Beicheng shut up immediately.

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As Qi Changzhi followed Song Yu out, he saw Song Yu at a corner. Her head was low as she spoke with Jian Yi on the phone and it seemed like she was talking about something personal.

He glanced indifferently at her and began walking toward the other direction.

Right after finishing her call, she bumped into Qi Chengzhi. He had walked toward the other end of the corridor but then decided to walk toward her instead.

“If you don’t wanna stay here anymore, then don’t. I’ll send you home.” Qi Chengzhi looked at her putting her phone away.

“I won’t trouble you, Young Master Cheng. I’ll just take the cab.” Song Yu rejected bluntly.

Qi Chengzhi then scoffed. “A cab, here? I’d like to see you get one.”

It was then that Song Yu remembered how secluded the Red Roof Club was. Everyone was rich, cabs would never pass through that area.

In the end, she still got on Qi Chengzhi’s car.

“Seatbelt,” Qi Chengzhi mumbled expressionlessly.

Song Yu lowered her head and silently warned herself not to make a fool of herself again. Her hands were trembling as she put her seatbelt on.

“Young Master Cheng, about this morning, I apologize,” Song Yu said with her head still lowered.

Qi Chengzhi shot her a glance and she continued, “I hope Young Master Cheng won’t be prejudiced with my design after what happened this morning.”

‘Screech…’ Qi Chengzhi abruptly stopped his car by the roadside. His sudden braking caused Song Yu’s body to be thrown forward and back again.

“Really, Song Yu? First, you insult my integrity, then you insult my work ethic?” He turned his head and looked coldly at her. She was shivering from his frigid stare.

“I’ll tell you once more, I’ll never let my personal life interfere with the decisions I make at work. Even if I slept with you this morning, I wouldn’t give you the business simply because we slept. As for the insults directed at me, I don’t want to hear them coming out from your mouth again.”