The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

When she returned downstairs, she found more than ten new notices posted on the bulletin board downstairs. The general content was that the police and the community were investigating and found that some criminals had recently spread malicious rumors about her in order to retaliate against the residents of the community. They had also produced a large number of small cards containing bad advertisements and distributed them everywhere. They hoped that the residents would destroy them in time after seeing them to avoid any adverse effects.

After seeing this advertisement, the haze in Zhou Yian's heart was swept away. She knew in her heart that it was Fu Shenyan who asked his men to do this. He not only helped her solve the immediate difficulties, but also solved her worries and took care of the aftermath for her.

"An An, do you know? There is good news today. People from the community brought the police downstairs this afternoon to announce a meeting to everyone. They said that someone has been retaliating maliciously recently and deliberately made some small cards to spread rumors about us." As soon as Zhou Yian stepped into the house, her mother put down the work in her hands, ran over to her with a smile on her face to tell her the good things that happened today.

"Mom, I saw the notice posted downstairs. I'm sorry to have scared you these past few days. Now that the matter is finally resolved, you can sleep well now."

"But An An, tell mom honestly, I heard from the police that it was a colleague's revenge. Don't you work at Xu's? How did you get involved with these shady people? Didn't you say that your colleagues are all nice?" Mother Zhou has always been suspicious about this matter, and she became even more uneasy after hearing that it was a colleague's revenge. Thinking about some things that happened in the past two months, she became even more certain that her daughter was hiding something from her.

"Mom, those are my former coworkers from part-time jobs, not now."

"Known them before? I asked the police officer privately today, and she said that those two people worked in the club and were your current colleagues. Also, you never told me before that you had a part-time job in the club. You must be hiding something from me. I thought about it carefully, and I always feel that you have been hiding something from me recently." Zhou Yian originally wanted to tell some white lies to get away with it, but Zhou's mother was relentless and insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"Okay, Mom, I'll tell you something, but you have to be mentally prepared."

Seeing that he could no longer conceal the secret, Zhou Yian took a deep breath and decided not to hide it anymore. He told Mother Zhou everything about how he resigned from Xu's and went to work at the club.

But she concealed some details and the fact that she was forced to sign a one-year contract because she didn't want her mother to worry.

When Zhou's mother heard that Zhou Yian worked in a club, she was shocked and strongly demanded that she resign immediately. She didn't want to believe that her daughter, whom she had raised with great difficulty, was going to work in such a dangerous place. In her eyes, the club was a nightclub where all kinds of people mixed together and it was easy for something to get into trouble.

Later, Zhou Yian dispelled Zhou's mother's worries by saying that he had signed the contract and could not breach it. He also concealed the fact that he was an ordinary waiter and told her that he was a clerical worker and did not need to come out in public to greet customers.

She was an honest child and had never told a lie since she was little. But now, in order not to worry Mother Zhou, she told lie after lie. She was tormented in her heart, but she had no other choice.

At this time in the Xu family's old house, Mr. Xu was looking at the company's financial report in the study, and the old housekeeper was standing by and waiting.

"What has Zehao been doing recently? He hasn't come to see me since he came back for so long?"

"Master, the young master has just joined the company and the foundation is not stable yet. Moreover, many major shareholders appear to be calm on the surface, but in fact, there are undercurrents. They are all watching the situation and want to get more profits. It's almost the end of the year, and there are more social events."

"It's fine if he's busy with work, but has there been any women around him recently?"

"My Lord, I don't think so."

"That's good. This kid better not take after his father. He has no future."

"Master, don't worry, that won't happen. The young master is so focused on his work that he hasn't even had a girlfriend in all these years."

"Yes, please take care of it these few days. I'm going to visit Qin Shichao. The sooner the marriage is finalized, the more at ease I'll be."

"Ok."

At sunset, the sun gradually sets in the west, and the whole city is shrouded in darkness. The dim street lights light up on time to illuminate the way home for every pedestrian returning home at night, and bring warmth to every passerby.

Unlike the bustling other private rooms, the VIP room of MG Club was unusually quiet. Xu Zehao sat alone in the dim room, looking a little lonely. Several empty wine bottles were placed on the marble table.

Because he drank a lot of wine, his usually fair face turned red, losing his former coldness. His usually serious face also seemed much more submissive, and his eyes looked a little blurred.

He picked up the empty bottle and poured wine into the glass. When he saw that no wine could be poured out of the bottle, he changed to another bottle, picked it up and shook it, then put it on the table in disappointment. Perhaps he had a headache because he was drunk. He supported his forehead with his hand, slowly stood up, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground several times.

He walked to the place where the bell was and tried to press the button with his fingers. The drunken world seemed to be very distorted and blurred. He shook his head and tried several times but failed to press the button. Finally, he impatiently stretched out his hand and slapped it. This time he finally pressed the right button. After pressing it, he could no longer hold on and slowly sat down against the wall.

"Mr. Xu, are you okay? You drank too much today." Soon the male waiter pushed the door open and was shocked to see him slumped against the wall. Mr. Xu has always been a restrained person, so why did he get himself drunk tonight? The waiter looked at the unconscious Xu Zehao in confusion and quickly helped him sit down on a chair.

"Wine... bring me a bottle of wine."

"Mr. Xu, you've already drunk too much today. You can't drink any more. Take your time. Do you want me to call a taxi for you and take you home?"

"Home...home..." Xu Zehao half-closed his eyes and muttered the word to himself.

Perhaps the waiter's words reminded him to go home. He reached out and touched the table a few times, then reached into his trouser pocket and took out his cell phone.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number. The phone rang for a long time before someone answered.

"You... come... take... take me home..., who am I? I'm Xu... Zehao, you..." Before he could finish his words, the hand holding the phone had slipped away.

"Mr. Xu, you...wake up, you are still on the phone?" The waiter next to him couldn't help but remind him.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol. He slowly raised his head with drunken eyes and glanced at the waiter, but said nothing. At this time, his consciousness was slowly drifting away, and his head was dizzy and made him feel drowsy.

"Hey, are you still listening?" Seeing that he didn't respond, the waiter had no choice but to take his phone and talk to the person on the other end of the phone to complete his unfinished conversation.

"Is this call from Xu Zehao?" A cold and gentle female voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, that's right. This call was indeed from Master Xu. He asked you to come and pick him up."

"You let him talk to me."

"He can't answer the phone now. He's very drunk."

"He's drunk? Let me pick him up?"

"Yeah, that's right, come over now. He's at the MG Club, on the eighth floor, room 88."

After hanging up the phone, the waiter breathed a sigh of relief, put the phone back into Xu Zehao's pocket, then helped him lie down on the bench while he cleaned up the mess on the table.