Jiang Nanfang: "..." Didn't you drag me here yourself?
But then she thought, no! She and Zhan Beijue were no longer husband and wife. Why should she go wherever he told her to? It was so late, an alone man and woman.
Before the elevator floors were pressed, Jiang Nanfang quickly walked out, turned back and waved her phone at him, "I'm leaving, remember what you said today."
Zhan Beijue hooked his lips in a devilish manner and suddenly stepped to the elevator door: "It seems there's something stuck to your phone."
Huh? What was it?
Jiang Nanfang believed it and instinctively turned her phone to check. In the blink of an eye, a dark shadow flashed, and the phone was in Zhan Beijue's hand.
With a thud, he threw the phone onto the ground and crushed it with his foot.
"Recording without the consent of the person involved is not legally admissible as evidence. Furthermore, you already signed the contract, and you must stay with the electrical company for three months. Therefore, Ms. Jiang, assisting Vice President Gao is your mission; there's no need for this unnecessary act."
"?!"
He just smashed her phone like that, destroying the evidence?
Her gaze shifted from his face to his detestable feet. Jiang Nanfang was so angry she almost jumped up to hit him: "Zhan Beijue, you..."
"Since it's not too late, go buy another phone." Zhan Beijue interrupted her roar and kicked the crushed phone away. "Here's your SIM card back. Don't worry, I'll pay for the phone; I'll transfer 10,000 yuan to you later."
With that, he closed the elevator door and disappeared.
Tonight was truly unlucky!
No, to be precise, every time she saw this unlucky man, she was unlucky! With the man gone, Jiang Nanfang could only spit at the air in anger: "Pah, you shameless scoundrel!"
Picking up the broken phone, Jiang Nanfang angrily bought a new one on her way back.
As she inserted the SIM card and fiddled with the new phone, she thought: For the sake of the child, I won't bother with you for now. Once the child is born, Zhan, you just wait!
Back at the apartment, Zhan Beijue threw his phone onto the sofa and took off his torn shirt, about to go to the bathroom to shower.
As soon as he turned around, his phone rang.
He picked it up and saw it was Lu Qingxu calling: "What is it?"
A woman's coquettish voice came from the other side: "A'Jue, where did you go? I've called you over a dozen times and couldn't get through. Did you forget about me? It's late, I'm done playing, let's go home."
Zhan Beijue suddenly remembered that Gong Beibei was still at the bar.
When he encountered Jiang Nanfang, his mind went haywire, and he had forgotten Gong Beibei completely.
"Something came up temporarily, so I came back first. When you're done playing, have Lu Qingxu send a car to take you home."
"What? You left me here alone and came back first?" Gong Beibei was very displeased. "Hmph! A'Jue, how can you have no gentlemanly demeanor at all!"
"I'm sorry, I really had something important and forgot. Go back first, and I'll treat you to a meal another day to apologize."
Gong Beibei: "You didn't even know him, and you... don't you care about my safety at all?"
Zhan Beijue was actually quite at ease: "You'll be absolutely fine with him, don't worry. If you're still worried, you can stay at the bar tonight; I'll let Lu Qingxu know."
"..." Gong Beibei was so angered by him that she was speechless. "What 'apologize another day,' it's tomorrow! I'm going to your house tomorrow to complain to Aunt Zhou; I told you to take care of me, and this is how you take care of people!"
Jiang Nanfang finished setting up her phone, and as she thought about what had happened in the elevator, she felt more and more that Zhan Beijue was breaking his promise. She couldn't swallow her anger.
Remembering that he was also in the northwest project group, she found his WeChat from the group, added him as a friend, and sent a message: I am Jiang Nanfang, return the money for the phone to me!