He was a reasonable person. Since no substantial harm was done to Zhou Jinxu, a lesson was enough; there was no need to be relentless.
"Alright, since you've apologized, and out of respect for Mr. Jiang, I won't pursue this further."
"Then, about the compensation we discussed..."
"I'll compensate you now! Three million, not a cent less!"
Zhan Beijue turned to look at Zhou Jinxu.
He quickly took out his phone and showed it to Jiang Sicheng, giving him his account number.
Soon, the money was transferred.
Zhan Beijue stood up and shook hands with Mr. Jiang.
"It's precisely because he's your only son that you should discipline him well."
"I'll give you the video for free. I hope Mr. Jiang will learn what it means to be a good parent in the future."
A grand entourage left the club.
Zhou Jinxu walked beside Zhan Beijue, gazing at his handsome profile.
For the first time in his life, he understood how Jiang Nanfang felt.
Some men were popular with women for a reason.
His charisma was truly undeniable.
Zhan Beijue only stopped when he reached the car.
He glanced back at Zhou Jinxu and advised him,
"You're already of a certain age. Drink less alcohol and read more books from now on."
"Your brain isn't for decoration. Before solving a problem, use it first."
"I hope I won't have to clean up your messes like this again. I'm leaving."
The matter was resolved quite smoothly.
The driver asked Zhan Beijue if he was going home.
Thinking there was nothing to do at home, Zhan Beijue told the driver to drive on while he called Zhou Jinbei.
Zhou Jinbei told him that she had already arranged meetings with several bank managers and was on her way to the hospital.
As she spoke, she greeted someone on the phone.
"Mr. Hu. Are you going out too?"
"I can't talk to you now, I'm getting into the elevator. I'll call you once the hospital is confirmed."
Mr. Hu?
Zhan Beijue thought for a moment and told the driver to drive to Zhan's Corporation.
He sent Ah Cheng and Ah Biao back first.
The club was not far from Zhan's Corporation. Just as they reached the street below, Hu Jiasheng drove his car around the corner.
Zhan Beijue asked the driver to follow behind, all the way to a hotel.
This was unexpected for Zhan Beijue.
What was he doing at a hotel during working hours?
The car stopped on the road in front of the hotel. The driver waited for Zhan Beijue's instructions, while Zhan Beijue waited to see who he would meet.
After about two minutes, a rose-pink Mercedes drove out from the lobby entrance.
The valet rushed forward, and a tall, beautiful woman got out of the car.
She handed over the keys and entered the lobby without hesitation.
Zhan Beijue found the woman very familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
After thinking for a while, he finally remembered.
This was Chen Jiaojiao, Lu Mingzhe's fiancée, who used to live with Jiang Nanfang.
He heard she had returned to Jincheng long ago, so why...
Could it be that she and Hu Jiasheng had something going on?
Zhan Beijue told the driver to get out and follow Chen Jiaojiao to see which floor she went to.
Soon, the driver returned.
Chen Jiaojiao had gone to the top floor. He had already inquired at the front desk; Hu Jiasheng's room was also on the top floor.
The situation suddenly became intriguing.
How did these two unrelated people end up together?
Did Lu Mingzhe know about this?
He couldn't help but call Lu Mingzhe.
Lu Mingzhe rarely received calls from Zhan Beijue during working hours.
Seeing it was him, he was naturally surprised.
"Oh, why is President Zhan calling me at this hour? Any advice?"
"No advice, I need your help with something. Can you come out now?"
"What's wrong? What can I, a psychologist, do to help you? Are you having psychological problems?"
"That's right, I'm having psychological problems. I want to consult you about something. Please answer truthfully."
He's actively seeking consultation for psychological problems?
Unbelievable.
Every time it was brought up before, you used to mock me, saying psychologists were just scammers.
Lu Mingzhe chuckled, "Ask away, I'm all ears."
"When are you planning to get married?"
He never expected him to ask that question.
Lu Mingzhe frowned.
"Did my mother go to see you?"
"How are you and that Chen Jiaojiao doing now?"
"It must have been my mother who contacted you. What did she say to you? Urging me to get married? How interesting, she's not my only son, why is she always pressuring just me?"
Zhan Beijue ignored his grumbling.
"So? When exactly are you going to marry Chen Jiaojiao?"
"Marry who the hell?"
Lu Mingzhe sighed on the phone.
"You don't know, Chen Jiaojiao has already returned to Jincheng."
"Her father handed the company over to her to manage, and she's now focusing entirely on her career. She barely replies to my messages, let alone marriage."
"That's rough? Back in Nancheng, you helped her quite a bit. Isn't this a bit ungrateful?"
Lu Mingzhe suddenly chuckled twice.
"Speaking of which, I think I'm quite perverse. The more someone ignores me, the more interesting I find them."
"I never had the intention of marrying her, but now I'm determined that I won't marry anyone else in this life."
"Since you asked, Old Zhan, tomorrow is her birthday, and I plan to surprise her in Jincheng. Since you're bored, why don't you come along?"
Zhan Beijue couldn't help but pity this brainless "love-struck fool."
"What, you want to bring a third wheel along? What if she refuses to see you then, won't that be too embarrassing?"
"See through it but don't say it, that's what good friends do. Don't be so blunt."
Seeing his smug expression, Zhan Beijue almost couldn't bear to let him face the truth.
"Alright, I'll accompany you this time. But before I help you, you need to help me with something first."
Soon, Lu Mingzhe also arrived at the hotel lobby.
Zhan Beijue sat in the lounge area, holding a financial magazine, with a cup of coffee in front of him.
Lu Mingzhe sat opposite him and started to tease.
"Looking quite leisurely, coming to a hotel early in the morning for coffee. My mother really knows how to pick a place."
Zhan Beijue glanced at him but said nothing.
A waiter came over and asked him what he wanted to drink. Lu Mingzhe waved his hand, saying he didn't need anything.
Then he looked at Zhan Beijue again.
"Let's go, I'm here, what are you still waiting for?"
"Those who know will know you're waiting for me, but those who don't might think you came to the hotel to meet a mistress."
"You're quite bold. Aren't you afraid Jiang Nanfang will misunderstand?"
Zhan Beijue still didn't speak, slowly continuing to read his magazine.
Seeing his ambiguous demeanor, Lu Mingzhe's smile faded.
"What's wrong? Why do you look so dejected? Did you have a fight?"
He then put down the magazine and looked at him with a faint expression.
"Tell me, if Jiang Nanfang comes downstairs holding hands with another man in a moment, should I go up and beat that man?"
What?
Lu Mingzhe never expected that Zhan Beijue had called him over to solve this problem.
"Aren't you two inseparable, like two peas in a pod? Even if you died, she'd remain a widow for you forever. How could..."