Chapter 2707: Zhou Andong, you bastard

"Fourth Sister Ye!" Zhou Andong took a sip of porridge and said, "Are you that idle every day? Why are you here again today?"

"Do you think I can tolerate your meddling?" Ye Zhen shoved the just-peeled hard-boiled egg hard into Zhou Andong's mouth: "You can't even shut your mouth while eating."

Seeing this, Qiao Kuang's eyes bulged round—this old woman, how can she be so double-standard? I call you sister and you won't allow it, but Zhou Andong calls you sister and you don't get angry, instead you even feed him eggs?

Qiao Kuang's gaze unconsciously shifted to Tang Lin beside him, only to see this guy burying his head in the bowl, gulping down porridge mouth after mouth as if he hadn't had porridge in hundreds of years.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Andong choked on the egg yolk, a fit of violent coughing.

"What's wrong?" Ye Zhen panicked a little, quickly raising her hand to gently pat Zhou Andong's back, while the other hand picked up the water cup in front of her and held it to his lips: "Quick, take a sip of water to ease it."

Qiao Kuang's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets; the Ye Zhen he knew was always aloof and unapproachable. To be this flustered now, with even a fleeting warmth in her eyes, was something that had never happened before.

Tang Lin also slightly lifted his head, glanced once, then buried his face back in the bowl, continuing to drink porridge—posing as one who sees no impropriety and hears no impropriety.

"Hah!"

After drinking water, Zhou Andong finally stopped coughing, then let out a long breath, turned his head to look at Ye Zhen and said: "Thank you!"

Ye Zhen gave Zhou Andong a white look, put down the water cup: "You're such a big person, yet you can still choke yourself while eating—you're really something."

Zhou Andong said unhappily: "It's not because of you, shoving such a big egg into my mouth?"

Ye Zhen said dissatisfied: "Can't you just eat it bite by bite?"

Qiao Kuang looked at Ye Zhen, his eyes full of doubt. This woman's expression was very cold, her words were dissatisfaction toward Zhou Andong, yet the tone he heard somehow carried a hint of coquettishness—could it be that he's overthinking?

At this moment, Tang Lin lifted his head, having finished his bowl of porridge, and even licked the bowl clean.

"Old Brother, Fourth Sister, you eat slowly, I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

Because Nie Wen called Ye Zhen Fourth Sister, Tang Lin followed suit and called her that a bit off.

Ye Zhen nodded: "If you have something to do, go ahead, take this pale-faced little one with you."

Qiao Kuang said dissatisfied: "I haven't finished eating yet."

"You've finished." Tang Lin said, without another word, grabbed Qiao Kuang's arm and pulled him along.

Qiao Kuang nearly got pulled over by Tang Lin, staggered a few steps before steadying himself, then was pulled out of the restaurant by Tang Lin.

"Alright, don't pull me anymore." Qiao Kuang shook off Tang Lin's hand.

Tang Lin stood at the door, glanced toward Zhou Andong's side, and said softly: "Qiao Laosan, what you saw today must rot in your stomach—you must not say it even if beaten to death, heard?"

"You noticed too?" Qiao Kuang's eyes lit up like a lightbulb: "I thought it was just an illusion."

Tang Lin patted Qiao Kuang's shoulder: "Remember my words—never speak nonsense, not even in your dreams at night."

"I'm not an idiot—how could I possibly spread such nonsense?" Qiao Kuang's expression was very serious, but as soon as his voice fell, he laughed again and whispered: "You say, if Jian Qiu finds out, will she and Ye Zhen fight over you?"

Tang Lin thought for a moment, then suddenly shivered: "I don't know if it'll come to two women fighting over a husband, but I do know that Old Brother Zhou definitely won't have it easy. If Old Brother Zhou is unhappy, it will affect making money; if he affects making money, then he won't bring us to make money."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Kuang panicked immediately—if Old Brother Zhou is affected, he won't bring me to make money, how can that be acceptable? Moreover, what they saw might not be what they think; perhaps it's just that Ye Zhen and Zhou Andong are close, and they unconsciously acted that way, so it absolutely must not be spread outside.

"I know, I know!" Qiao Kuang patted his chest and promised: "I definitely won't say it, even if I'm tortured with chili water and the tiger bench, I won't say it."

"Come on, come on, come on!" Tang Lin called Qiao Kuang to walk toward the elevator.

Inside the restaurant, Ye Zhen ate slowly and said: "Is today your first lecture?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong raised his arm, glanced at his watch, the meeting is at nine, it's only eight now, time is still early: "What would you like to drink?"

Ye Zhen held a steamed bun, tore off a small piece and put it in her mouth: "Iced red tea!"

Zhou Andong got up, went to the drink machine, got two cups of iced red tea and walked back, placing one cup in front of Ye Zhen.

Ye Zhen swallowed what was in her mouth, picked up the cup and took a sip, then smiled and said: "Your face is really big, Zhou Andong—the entire Gold Bay Hotel only has iced red tea and Very Cola, this isn't something just anyone can achieve."

Zhou Andong also laughed: "The Gold Bay Hotel is also my family's."

Ye Zhen froze: "Isn't the Gold Bay Hotel Taiwanese-funded? How did it become yours?"

Zhou Andong corrected: "It's not mine, it's my family's."

"This..." Ye Zhen said, not quite understanding: "What's the difference?"

"Of course there is." Zhou Andong gulped down the iced red tea: "Mine means it's my own enterprise; family's means it belongs to other people in the family."

"Well, your explanation..." Ye Zhen's face showed no expression, but the corner of her mouth unconsciously curled up: "I can accept it, but the Gold Bay Hotel is a Taiwanese enterprise—how is it yours again?"

Zhou Andong took out a cigarette, lit it, looked at Ye Zhen and asked: "Didn't your old father tell you?"

Ye Zhen put down her chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth: "How so? Are your family's matters all transmitted to my old father's ears?"

Zhou Andong took a drag of his cigarette, his tone full of resentment: "As long as it's related to me, it's strange if those old fogies don't know."

"That's right!" Ye Zhen puffed out a laugh: "Who let you, Zhou Andong, have such great ability, favored by the emperor? If there's even the slightest breeze or grass movement here, those old fogies have to follow along, anxious and fearful, afraid you'll catch a cold."

Zhou Andong shrugged, reached out to take the ashtray over, flicked the ash: "My grandfather's generation were three brothers; originally the family had meager property, but my great-grandfather was a complete idler, and moreover addicted to gambling..."

Since the meeting time was still far off, Zhou Andong wasn't in a hurry, slowly recounting: "Later, I went to attend the entrepreneurs' forum held in Yangcheng, my great-grandfather also attended, and we discussed cooperation.

At the time I didn't notice anything, still it was my wife who told me, my great-grandfather looks very much like my grandfather, and my eyes also resemble my great-grandfather's. So I went to talk to my great-grandfather, and then we recognized each other."

Ye Zhen's big eyes blinked, her face full of astonishment, she exclaimed: "Fate is truly wonderful—my great-grandfather searched for my grandfather for over ten years with no news, yet you two met at the entrepreneurs' forum in Yangcheng."

Ye Zhen called out great-grandfather and grandfather, she herself seemed not to feel anything wrong, and Zhou Andong also didn't think much about it. After all, the two of us are now truly friends, so it's normal for her to call him grandfather.

Zhou Andong pressed his cigarette into the ashtray: "There's something even more miraculous—by chance, a car accident let me meet my great-grandfather's descendant, do you want to hear it?"

Ye Zhen widened her eyes, incredulous: "You—you met your great-grandfather's descendant?"

"Yes!" Zhou Andong nodded: "Want to hear it?"

Ye Zhen nodded vigorously, at this moment she completely lacked the aura of a strong woman, appearing like a little girl: "Want to hear it!"

Zhou Andong glanced at the time, stood up and walked: "It's already eight thirty, let's go to the venue, I'll tell you when I have time."

Ye Zhen froze, then reacted, angrily chasing after him: "Zhou Andong, you bastard."

Ye Zhen quickly came up behind Zhou Andong, raised her hand to strike. But when her fist was about to land on his shoulder, she pulled it back, her ears inexplicably reddened.