Exclusive Pampered Wife: My Wife Came to My Door

Chapter 183 Negotiation (1)

Chi Moqing held Yan Zuozuo's hand and walked through all the floors of the Chi Group's buildings. When someone came up with questions, he told them, "My wife is here to visit the set, so I'm showing her around."

When someone praised Zuo Zuo for her elegance and fashion sense, he replied, "My wife is a designer, and all my clothes are handmade by her." He spoke with immense pride, as if she were some extraordinary person.

Those who saw them whispered among themselves, saying they were a loving and well-matched couple, and some even egged them on to be affectionate in public. Chi Moqing naturally obliged, which made Yan Zuozuo very shy. Even after returning to Chi Moqing's office, her face was still burning hot and flushed.

She glared at him playfully: "Do you hate me that much? You deliberately embarrassed me, you bad person!"

Chi Moqing chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "You saw it. No one would spread rumors just because you came to visit the set. Only those with ulterior motives would say such things. You silly girl, you actually fell for it."

Yan Zuozuo also felt embarrassed, so she nestled in his arms and refused to lift her head, her delicate little body twisting and turning.

Chi Moqing tensed up, feeling a surge of desire rising within him. He gritted his teeth, let out a low growl, and held her tightly, saying as if trying to suppress his urges, "Wife, if you don't want your husband to do anything even more outrageous in the office, you'd better not move now."

Yan Zuozuo didn't notice what was going on at first.

"Wife..." Chi Moqing's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at her with his deep eyes, "You made me sad today, shouldn't you give me some compensation?"

The sweltering heat almost scalded the air, and Chi Moqing possessed a fatal attraction. Yan Zuozuo felt herself being tempted, and unconsciously nodded while staring into his handsome eyes, "What compensation?"

Chi Moqing gazed intently at her, pressing down hard on her delicate buttocks, his eyes burning with desire, "Tonight... you take the initiative..."

Yan Zuozuo wasn't stupid. Her ear was pressed against his chest, and his rapid heartbeat made it clear how much he hoped she would agree. Come to think of it, they were husband and wife; this request wasn't too unreasonable. Was she being too conservative?

Her mind was buzzing, and her out-of-control emotions urged her to agree immediately—this was the perfect opportunity for her to repay Chi Moqing. But she also felt embarrassed; the thought of that bizarre scene made her… well… she didn't know how to describe it!

Seeing that she didn't speak, Chi Moqing's heart skipped a beat. He gently patted her back and said, "Alright, alright, look how scared you are. I was just joking, don't take it to heart..."

"I promise!" Yan Zuozuo suddenly interrupted him, shouting loudly. But as soon as she finished speaking, she buried her head deeply in Chi Moqing's arms again. Oh, what exactly did she promise?

Yan Zuozuo couldn't get out of bed the next day, and the consequences were predictable. Meanwhile, Chi Moqing went to work in high spirits, leaving breakfast on his desk along with a note drawn with a heart: "Wife, remember to eat, even though you're the most delicious."

Yan Zuozuo's face flushed instantly. You scoundrel!

She sat down at the table and started eating breakfast, but as she ate, she felt uneasy. The thought of Park Sun-hee spending every day with him made her uncomfortable. But she wasn't an unreasonable woman; she couldn't very well just tell Chi Mo-qing to kick her out, could she? She was really torn.

She had thought it through. She and Chi Moqing were the legally married couple, and a loving one at that. If Park Sun-hee dared to destroy her family, she would post her phone number on Weibo and tell everyone that she was the other woman, so that she would back down.

Yan Zuozuo thought the idea was brilliant, and her mood brightened considerably. She quickly finished her breakfast and was about to ask Fu Zixin to go for a walk when her phone rang at the most inopportune moment.

Unfamiliar number?

As soon as she answered the phone, she heard a somewhat familiar voice on the other end, "Hello, this is Bink. Can we meet up? I need to talk to you about something."

Yan Zuozuo was taken aback: "What is it?"

After all, her relationship with Zheng Yuyan wasn't exactly harmonious. Now that she's in jail, it's not impossible for her husband to seek revenge for her.

“I won’t take up too much of your time, just the time it takes to have a cup of coffee, is that alright?” After a pause, Bink seemed to sense her thoughts and then said, “It’s near your house, we can meet when there are more people around.”

"Can I know what it's about?" she asked.

Bink paused for a moment before speaking, "About my wife, Jung Woo-yeon."

"If that's the topic, I don't think we need to meet. Whatever the outcome for your wife, it's her own fault, and I can't help her, nor will I."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then someone said, "I know you haven't been to work lately because of your injury. Stay home, I'll wait for you at your door."

Yan Zuozuo frowned. It seemed Bink was determined to succeed. She thought for a moment and said, "Okay then, let's meet at that coffee shop near my house. See you in half an hour."

After hanging up, Yan Zuozuo frowned. What could Bink possibly talk to her about? Zheng Yuyan's verdict was imminent; it was a court matter. What good would it do for him to approach her now?

Yan Zuozuo arrived ten minutes early. Since it was during working hours, the coffee shop wasn't crowded. She chose a seat by the window and waited a while before Bink arrived. Upon seeing her, Bink nodded and sat down opposite her.

The two ordered coffee and snacks, sipping them slowly without speaking. After a long while, Bink seemed to have gathered his thoughts before slowly saying, "Your design was very popular at the new collection launch. Congratulations."

"Thank you," Yan Zuozuo replied. "Mr. Bink, you didn't call me out for this, did you? Please feel free to speak your mind."

Bink glanced at her: "My wife is about to be sentenced. I asked a lawyer, and the criminal law for this kind of behavior is more than ten years, and in serious cases, it can be life imprisonment. I don't know what constitutes serious and what constitutes not serious, but I know very well that if President Chi intervenes, my wife will probably not escape life imprisonment."

At this point, Bink glanced at Yan Zuozuo, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "I know Yuyan was terribly wrong. Luckily, that thing was an attempt, otherwise it would have hurt you a lot. But she is, after all, my wife, in the prime of her youth. I just can't accept her spending her whole life in prison like that."

Yan Zuozuo didn't speak, but just quietly drank her coffee.

"Miss Yan, I beg you, I'll do anything you ask, just don't sentence Yu Yan to life imprisonment. She's still young, she can't be ruined like this. Please save her, I can give you everything I have, just say the word..." Bink said sadly, her eyes reddening.

Yan Zuozuo had already guessed it; the only reason she agreed to come was to make Bink give up completely. She hated being enveloped by negative emotions. It was better to make things clear once and for all, to avoid any unforeseen complications.

She paused, then said, “Mr. Bink, I think you may have misunderstood. How to sentence someone, and how many years to sentence them, is a matter for the judge. I don’t know how your country’s laws are defined, but China is a country ruled by law, and the law cannot be manipulated by people. I think you’ve come to the wrong person.”

Bink was taken aback, then said, “Miss Yan, you don’t need to give me this kind of excuse. We’re not fools. It’s true that the rule of law is the rule of law, but the law also has loopholes, and that’s exactly what rich people exploit.”

“Since Mr. Bink is acting this way, why not go directly to the judge?” Yan Zuozuo said coldly. “If it’s really as you say, I think with the wealth that Mr. Bink and Zheng Yuyan have accumulated over the years, it should be easy to sway the judge. Why bother coming to me?”

“I understand very well that having power is worse than having money,” Mr. Bink said bluntly. “If Miss Yan is willing to help my wife, I am willing to put all my design drawings in my name and swear that I will not reveal a single word of them.”

Upon hearing his words, Yan Zuozuo stiffened.

How could a designer with integrity and ideals just sell his work like that? She didn't know whether to despise Bink or pity him.

She smiled and said, "I think Mr. Bink has misunderstood. I am not your wife. I would never do something like passing off someone else's work as my own design, nor would I stoop to it. I will pretend that what happened today never happened, and I hope Mr. Bink will think twice before acting."

After saying that, Yan Zuozuo was about to leave, but Bink stopped her. He sat in his wheelchair with sharp eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? Or is what I'm giving you not enough?"

Yan Zuozuo frowned, just about to speak, when she heard Bink continue, "I can give you all my life savings, my designs, all my savings, as long as you promise to let my wife go."

Yan Zuozuo's face turned cold: "Let's not even talk about whether I have that right, just take Mr. Bink's so-called 'letting go' for granted. When your wife wanted me to be ruined and suffer a fate worse than death, why didn't you ask her if she had ever thought about letting me go? I'm not a saint, and I can't be magnanimous and forgive others after they've treated me like that. Sorry, I can't do that."

Taking a breath, Yan Zuozuo said coldly, "If Mr. Bink has nothing else to say, please step aside. Neither my husband nor I have the right to interfere with how the judge decides the case. I think you've come to the wrong person."

“Miss Yan, are you really unwilling to help my wife?” Bink’s face turned cold as he asked sharply.

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's that I can't!"