Gold Medal Mediator [Quick Transmigration] 49p1

Chapter 49: Sugar Mommy, Kisses (VII) p1

The seating in the private room of the restaurant was a round table. Hua Baihe thought it wasn’t appropriate for her to sit close to either of them and was about to wait for them both to sit down before choosing a seat. But unexpectedly—

Wen Congshu and Miao Keqi almost moved in unison, standing behind her, both looking as if they wanted to pull out a chair for her.

Hua Baihe: “…”

Wen Congshu frowned imperceptibly, wondering why this Miao Keqi was so tactless.

Miao Keqi was also embarrassed. He did want to attract Wen Congshu’s attention, but it seemed this big gold sponsor’s attention was on his employer from beginning to end. What was going on?

He tactfully moved to the side and pulled out a chair for himself. But Hua Baihe reached out and pulled out the chair next to him, and in the end, Wen Congshu could only sit next to Hua Baihe.

When the waiter came in and saw this group of guests huddled together at the edge, as if for warmth: “…”

…Is the air conditioning in the private room set too low?

Fortunately, the waiter had seen it all. He calmly walked up and handed the menu to Hua Baihe in the middle, then retreated to the side to brew tea for the guests.

Hua Baihe knew Wen Congshu’s taste, so she only turned to look at Miao Keqi next to her.

“What would you like to eat and what do you avoid?”

Miao Keqi sensed the coldness coming from the seat across from him and said with a smile, “The squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, corn and lily stir-fried with cashews, and the four-happiness meatballs at this restaurant are very good. I don’t have anything I avoid, anything is fine. Let’s see what CEO Wen likes.”

The dishes he mentioned happened to be Wen Congshu’s usual favorites.

Hua Baihe, on the other hand, played her part to the end, blinking her eyes. “Oh my, look at my memory. CEO Wen, what do you avoid?”

Wen Congshu glanced at the menu and said faintly, “I don’t really like the taste of mandarin fish, and I’m tired of the four-happiness meatballs. My body is also intolerant to corn. The rest should be fine.”

Hua Baihe: “…”

Miao Keqi: “…”

Now even a fool would know who she was targeting.

Even the waiter, who was serving as a background character, could feel the hostility spreading in the private room and subconsciously slowed his breathing.

Hua Baihe immediately stood up from her seat and said to the two of them, “I’m going to the restroom first. You guys order first. I don’t have anything I avoid either.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the private room.

Leaving only Wen Congshu and Miao Keqi staring at each other from across the table.

Miao Keqi’s emotional intelligence had never been low. He easily judged that this Little CEO Wen was probably not interested in him at all. Not only that, but she seemed to care a lot about the Miss Ning who had just left.

Could it be that… the rumors were actually false?

The truth was that this Little CEO Wen had feelings for Miss Ning, but Miss Ning seemed very unwilling to accept this disturbance, so she tried to find him to divert CEO Wen’s attention?

Miao Keqi thought, the difficulty of this job had instantly doubled.

A strange silence fell over the private room, with only the sound of the waiter pouring water into the cups with a teapot. Not long after, Wen Congshu took the menu and ordered the dishes in a few sentences.

“Steamed turbot, oyster sauce bok choy, sweet and sour pork ribs with snow sugar, and eggplant pot. The main dish is seafood congee, with a seasonal mushroom soup. Is that okay?”

The last words were completely out of sync with the previous decisive series of orders, so much so that Miao Keqi was stunned for a long while before he realized she was asking him.

He immediately smiled and nodded. “Yes, that’s fine.”

The waiter received the order, came over to take the menu, repeated the order Wen Congshu had just placed, and only after confirming did he turn and leave the private room.

Just as the door closed, the phone in Miao Keqi’s pocket vibrated.

He took it out and saw Hua Baihe’s question: “How is it going? Have you found a topic of interest to her?”

Just as Miao Keqi was about to answer, a casual voice sounded next to him:

“How did you and Wanwan meet?”

Most people would instinctively flip their phone over at this moment to hide their guilt, but Miao Keqi just casually flipped the phone in his palm like a mahjong tile and smiled at her.

“She went to the restaurant where I work part-time last time, and we met by coincidence.”

Wen Congshu followed up with, “What coincidence?”

Miao Keqi couldn’t very well say it was you, this coincidence. He looked up to confirm the other’s gaze, pursed his lips, and smiled. “A small matter.”

He glossed over it but was already certain that Wen Congshu’s concern for Ning Wanwan far outweighed anything else.

He thought for a moment, and his fingertips moved on the phone screen, typing a single word: “Yes.”

Hua Baihe, who was playing on her phone on the toilet, finally got his answer and breathed a sigh of relief.

But she didn’t know that the conversation in the private room had already developed far beyond her expectations—

“Do you like Wanwan?” Wen Congshu suddenly threw a straight ball.

Miao Keqi didn’t know what she meant by her words and deliberately replied ambiguously, “Hmm…”

After all, he had indeed intended to target Ning Wanwan before.

Having a good impression was not much different from liking.

When he agreed, Miao Keqi found that the air pressure around this Little CEO Wen had dropped even more, but she didn’t show it too obviously. She seemed to have deliberately reined it in, leaning back in her chair and staring at him with bright eyes.

This leisurely attitude, on the contrary, made it easy to control the conversation.

Miao Keqi’s heart tensed, and he heard her words:

“I’ll give you a million. How about changing your target?”

Miao Keqi: “…”

This conversation was so familiar to him.

The difference was that a rich second-generation kid who was about to go bankrupt could offer eight million, while the mighty CEO of NB only offered one million.

But, one was a million he could get if he left now, and the other was a slim hope of eight million. Which to choose seemed to be worth careful consideration.

A look of surprise appeared on his face, but he was weighing his options in his heart. But Wen Congshu seemed to be able to see through him and suddenly said:

“How much did she give you to get me?”

A layer of sweat suddenly broke out on Miao Keqi’s back, soaking his shirt.

The contract he had with Hua Baihe had clearly stipulated that he was not allowed to tell Wen Congshu the contents of the contract. So even though he was on pins and needles, Miao Keqi still managed to put on a smile.

“I don’t quite understand what CEO Wen means…”

But Wen Congshu had no more patience for his pretense and said directly, “Whatever she gives you, I’ll match it. No need to have any more designs on me. Besides, I have another job to introduce to you. I remember you’re about to graduate from your senior year, right?”

Miao Keqi: “…”

He felt that this conversation was developing in a very familiar way.

Sure enough, Wen Congshu then said, “Wen Pictures, have you heard of it? Wen Sizhu is the current CEO of that company—”

Before she could finish, she heard Miao Keqi show a look of horror, looking as if he wanted to drag his chair ten thousand miles away from her.

“CEO… CEO Wen, I’m not gay.”

Wen Congshu smiled. From his highly aware words, she understood that he had indeed had a deal with Ning Wanwan—otherwise, how could he have understood her meaning in a second?

She picked up her teacup. When her hand touched the cup, she felt that the water inside was just the right temperature. After taking a leisurely sip, she continued in the light fragrance of the tea:

“You misunderstood. I haven’t finished. Wen Sizhu is keeping a model. That woman has had plastic surgery five or six times and is not very honest. She always likes some good-looking young handsome men in the industry.”

Wen Congshu continued slowly, “This million, for getting her, how about it?”

Miao Keqi felt that the women these days were all terrifying. They all valued his “extraordinary” talents.

—So he was seriously considering, after he graduated, applying to the national intelligence department. He wondered if his qualifications of being hired by two female bosses for a large sum of money were enough.

The expression on his face was complicated. He asked a question he had asked Ning Wanwan before:

“Do you just want me to put a green hat on that CEO Wen, or…?”

Wen Congshu smiled, and meaningfully stroked the cup with her index finger. “We’re all adults.”

Just putting a green hat on someone out of revenge was not in line with her business habits.

Miao Keqi found that he had understood again.

However, the person in front of him clearly had no habit of caring for her employees. The bombshells came one after another. She then said, “Although I have no intention of interfering with my employees’ love life, but—”

She dragged it out. Just as Miao Keqi was on tenterhooks, she continued, “The information obtained through his little lover is, of course, more than what can be obtained from Wen Sizhu. I am a boss who attaches great importance to the career development of my employees.”

Miao Keqi had a bad feeling in his heart.

“It’s 2018. The same-sex marriage law has passed, and technology has made great progress. The technology for same-sex couples to have children is already very mature. Imagine if one day the boss of Wen Pictures is suddenly not in good health, but none of his current little lovers can give him a child. Once the first heir appears—”

A smile touched Wen Congshu’s lips, but her eyes were icy cold.

She didn’t continue but changed the subject and said slowly to Miao Keqi, “The current market value of Wen Pictures is 24.59 trillion US dollars, and Wen Sizhu’s personal shareholding has reached fifty-five percent.”

Miao Keqi was completely dumbfounded.

He found himself suddenly dazed by the money being thrown at him. This was something he had never even dreamed of.

Seeing that he had been bent to the edge by the money, Wen Congshu, who had just administered a strong dose of medicine, finally remembered to give him some room to breathe.

“Of course, I have no intention of forcing you. I’ve already pointed out two paths to wealth for you.”

“If you’re interested, come find me at NB on Monday morning. I will provide you with information on Wen Sizhu and his lover.”

Halfway through, Wen Congshu’s tone suddenly changed. “So, how much did Wanwan give you?”

Under the impact of the huge amount of information, Miao Keqi subconsciously closed his mouth. Seeing that the sound of “eight” was already on the tip of his tongue, he finally paused and then said:

“Forgive me, CEO Wen…”

Wen Congshu moved her hand from the cup, and a smile finally reached her eyes. She clapped her hands a few times. The sparse applause sounded lonely in the private room but carried a hint of irony.

“Alright, you passed.”

At least she didn’t have to worry that one day Miao Keqi would reveal the contents of the contract in his sleep talk.

Of course…

If he hadn’t hidden it so well, her previous self in this identity wouldn’t have been so thoroughly deceived.

Since Wen Sizhu is so good at picking people, this time, let him also have a taste of being schemed against by the person sleeping next to him—

Wen Congshu was not worried that Miao Keqi would not bend.

For a little money, he had the courage to approach her. With more…

She was not worried that he would not take the bait.

From her expression and actions, Miao Keqi was very sure that the person in front of him was disdainful of him. But this person, who clearly disliked him so much, was still willing to use so much money to cooperate with him.

His heart was wavering, and he had no more mood for dinner. He also understood that the other party probably didn’t want him to continue to disturb the two of them in the private room. He stood up and said:

“CEO Wen, I suddenly remembered that today is the deadline for submitting the first draft of our graduation thesis to our advisor. I seem to have forgotten to submit it. I’m sorry, I have to leave first.”

Wen Congshu raised an eyebrow, indicating that he could do as he pleased.

Miao Keqi was very tactful. Although he had been tossed around by people, he still remembered to pay the bill. But just as he was opening the door, Wen Congshu seemed to remember something and said:

“No need to pay in advance, thank you.”

Miao Keqi was stunned for a moment and thought, that’s right. She was treating her pursuer to a meal. What was he doing paying the bill?

A self-deprecating smile touched his lips, and he walked out.

Only after he had left the restaurant and felt the cool evening breeze did he re-examine himself—

If it weren’t for Ning Wanwan’s deal, he probably would never have gotten close to someone like Wen Congshu in his life. After all, her mind was too meticulous, too terrifying.

This was not a woman he could handle.

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