75: Chapter 75 Brother, she's bullying me!

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's legs felt a bit weak.

He took a deep breath and walked over quickly.

"President Su."

He bowed slightly, trying his best to keep his voice steady.

Su Bai nodded.

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's gaze fell on Song Qian once more, this time with extreme caution.

He remembered that day at the school anniversary, when he had said right in front of Su Bai, "Little girl, I don't want to hear anyone slandering him."

He remembered Su Bai's calm gaze.

Looking back on that gaze now, it was clearly saying: "You're finished!"

A layer of sweat broke out on General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's forehead again.

"President Su," he tried hard to keep his voice from trembling, "what did you bring me here for today..."

Su Bai looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"Two things."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong immediately stood up straight, listening attentively.

"First," Su Bai said indifferently, "that nephew of yours is harassing my woman."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's heart skipped a beat.

"From now on," Su Bai's voice was very calm, "I don't want to see him appear in front of Song Qian again."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong nodded repeatedly.

"Understood, understood! Don't worry, President Su, I will handle it properly!"

Su Bai continued, "The second thing,"

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong held his breath.

"From now on, your annual dividends from the company will be reduced by 0.5 percent."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong was stunned.

0.5 percent. It sounded like it wasn't much. But his annual dividends were in the millions! He only had three percent in total! 0.5 percent was worth several million! That was a huge loss!

Su Bai looked at him indifferently.

"As for why, you know in your heart."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's back was soaked.

"Yes, President Su." He lowered his head, his voice low, "I understand."

Su Bai didn't say anything more and didn't even glance at him, wrapping his arm around Song Qian's waist and turning to leave.

"Let's go."

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong stood in place, watching their backs disappear into the crowd.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he took out his phone and dialed Student Union President Qi Mingxing's number.

"Hello? Uncle?" Student Union President Qi Mingxing's voice came from the other side.

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong's voice was as cold as ice.

"You, right now, immediately, get out of Jingzhou! From today on, you are no longer my nephew."

"What? Uncle, what are you saying—"

General Manager Zhou Zhaolong hung up the phone.

Damn it! Little bastard! Costing me millions a year! Forget about him being his nephew, even if his father came, he wouldn't give any face! Su Bai was his cash cow! He knew just how impressive Su Bai's business was; Fengxian Construction was just one link in his massive business empire!

He thought for a moment, then dialed another number.

"Prepare a gift for me, something for a girl, make it expensive, and deliver it to the mall entrance immediately!"

Su Bai continued walking around with Song Qian.

"Just now..." Song Qian whispered, "General Manager Zhou seems very afraid of you."

"Hmm."

"Fengxian Construction is my company, so of course he has to be afraid of me." Su Bai said calmly, "I can replace him at that position whenever I want, so he has no choice but to be afraid."

Song Qian looked at him, wanting to ask something, but in the end, she didn't ask anything.

She actually wanted to ask if her own position was also... After all, there were plenty of pretty girls who wanted to move up.

Perhaps Su Bai was willing to have her because there was some thrill in it.

After all, when Su Bai first arrived at their house, she had been the most cold and aloof one, and now...

Su Bai had his arm around Song Qian's waist, slowly strolling through the mall.

Song Qian's leg still hurt a little, but being half-held by him like this, she could still manage.

She was carrying big and small bags in her hands, all clothes they had just bought.

Those bags swung back and forth in her hands, and each one was so expensive that it made her heart race; she gripped them tightly, afraid of dropping them.

"There's a watch shop up ahead." Su Bai looked down at her, "Let's go in and take a look."

Song Qian nodded obediently.

The watch shop's storefront was very imposing, with a black sign featuring gold lettering, and several exquisite wristwatches displayed in the window, glittering under the lights.

A female shop assistant in a black suit stood at the door. Seeing them approach, she immediately went up to greet them.

"Welcome, sir and miss, please come in."

The two walked inside.

The shop was decorated with great style, featuring warm yellow lighting, dark solid wood counters, and rows of watches displayed in glass cabinets, ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

The shop assistant led them to the counter.

"What would you like to see, miss? We have Cartier, Omega, Jaeger-LeCoultre, Patek Philippe..."

While introducing them, she sized up Song Qian. The assistant recognized the logo on her clothes, and her smile deepened.

"Given your temperament, the Cartier Tank collection should be very suitable."

She took out a watch and placed it on a velvet cloth.

Song Qian looked at the watch, the price tag of 86,000 making her feel a bit dazed.

Just then, a sharp voice came from behind them.

"Oh! Isn't this our Goddess Song?"

Song Qian's body stiffened.

She turned her head.

A woman wearing a tight pink dress stood at the shop entrance, heavily made up, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, and looking at her with a sarcastic expression.

Zhao Shuyi? The secretary of the Student Union at Jingzhou University, a junior student.

Beside her stood a middle-aged man, looking to be in his forties, with a potbelly.

A thick gold chain hung around his neck, a gold watch was on his wrist, and two gold rings were on his fingers; the whole person exuded the aura of a nouveau riche.

Song Qian frowned.

Of course she knew this person.

Zhao Shuyi liked Student Union President Qi Mingxing; this was an open secret in the Student Union.

But Student Union President Qi Mingxing only had eyes for Song Qian, chasing her for more than half a semester, fawning over her in every way.

Because of this, Zhao Shuyi hated Song Qian and often made things difficult for her in the Student Union.

Later, when Student Union President Qi Mingxing couldn't win over Song Qian, he didn't turn to Zhao Shuyi either.

In a fit of anger, Zhao Shuyi found a wealthy "big brother" off-campus—the man before them now.

Song Qian didn't want to deal with her.

She turned back and held Su Bai's hand.

"Let's go," she whispered.

But how could Zhao Shuyi let this opportunity pass?

She walked over, her high heels clicking "clack, clack, clack," and blocked Song Qian's path.

"Don't go, Goddess Song." Her voice was sharp and thin, filled with obvious mockery.

"What's the matter, usually working part-time every day, and today you dare to come to a place like this?"

She looked Song Qian up and down, her gaze circling the wine-red dress she was wearing.

"Oh, this dress... it's a knockoff, right?" She sneered,

"It's a pretty good copy, where did you buy it, let me guess... Taobao or Pinduoduo?"

Song Qian looked at her, her eyes turning cold, and said in a chilly voice,

"A good dog doesn't block the way."

Zhao Shuyi's smile froze for a moment.

But she quickly recovered, turned to hug the arm of the middle-aged man beside her, rubbed her chest against his arm, and acted coquettishly:

"Brother, look at her! She was always bullying me at school, and now she's still this arrogant in front of you!"