Everyone Wants to Pamper Miss Zhuang After Her Rebirth! Chapter 397 - 397 Chapter 397. A Direct Confrontation

Chapter 397 - 397 Chapter 397. A Direct Confrontation

397 Chapter 397. A Direct Confrontation
When Ye Zheng heard Zhuang Ming’s words, he was so angry that his face turned red. He sneered and asked sternly, “What are you farting about, Zhuang the third! How? Your housekeeper isn’t here today, so you want to compete with me? How come you’re not like your usual cowardly self?”
Seeing that Ye Zheng had already started to ramble and scold him, Mr. Ding was helpless and impatient. He quickly raised his hand to signal Ye Zheng to stop. Everyone in the industry knew Lin En was Zhuang Ming’s weak spot! Was that something that could be casually said? It would be strange if Zhuang Ming didn’t fight him to the death!
“What we say and what we do are two separate matters! Business is business. Why are you scolding my wife for no reason? Ye Zheng, are you such a piece of trash with no class? When did my wife ever offend you? Have you ever seen me say anything insulting to your family’s women? We’re men, and men have their way of fighting. You’re too uncultured! I don’t like you!”
Zhuang Ming’s face instantly darkened. His voice was icy. It was just a few rhetorical questions like a sharp blade stabbed into Ye Zheng’s heart.
Although Mr. Ding was the host, his words didn’t seem to carry much weight. Anyway, no one would listen to him.
He looked at Zhuang Ming, who had retorted at Ye Zheng, then at Ye Zheng, whose face had turned red and whose breathing was heavy from Zhuang Ming’s rebuttal. He sighed heavily and did not try to persuade them anymore.
Because he also knew that in such a situation, today’s matter would probably not be resolved peacefully.
Mo Xi glanced at Mr. Zhuang, who was standing in front of them with a gloomy and angry face and then lowered his head to look at his young master, who had not said a word all this time. He thought it was time for his young master to make an appearance, right?
Mo Qian’s hands were crossed on his legs, the fingers of his right hand rubbing the ring on his left pinky. The expression on his face was calm and collected as if the scene in front of him had not caused any emotional fluctuations.
He looked up at Ye Zheng and smiled. Before Ye Zheng could continue to attack Zhuang Ming, he said, “I was thinking of leaving some face for President Ye, but looking at your arrogant attitude, you don’t seem to care much about these things. That’s good; I don’t have to waste my time to give you face.”
As Mo Qian spoke, he maneuvered his wheelchair half a meter towards Ye Zheng and stopped behind Zhuang Ming.
He looked around at the people listening to the excitement and said, “Yesterday, after I took down An Chuan, the first thing he did was rat you out! I was shocked when you walked over to me with confidence and no guilt! Aren’t you afraid that I’ll find trouble with you?”
“What did you say to An Chuan when you were teasing him? He was so muddleheaded that he thought I was the one who attacked the An Corporation and caused them to go bankrupt. How could I be that kind of person? Is the An family worthy of my time and effort? This is too funny! That’s right, only someone as muddleheaded as An Chuan would be easily schemed against by people with ulterior motives. It’s quite pitiful.”
Mo Qian’s words were like a huge rock hitting a quiet lake, shattering all the silence and hypocrisy. The crowd began to discuss, and everyone looked at Ye Zheng with complicated and dark eyes.
Looking at Ye Zheng’s wide-open eyes and dazed expression, Mo Qian chuckled and continued, “You slandered the Mo Corporation like this and even encouraged An Chuan to cause trouble at my company. You’ve indeed caused me a lot of losses and trouble. Just like what you said, if there’s anything you didn’t do well, I can come and find trouble with you directly, right?”
Mo Qian paused for a moment and raised his head slightly. He looked at Ye Zheng indifferently, admiring his embarrassment and panic.
Ye Zheng gulped without making a sound. Many thoughts flashed through his mind. After a long while, he retorted, “It’s a misunderstanding, Boss Mo. The person you’re talking about doesn’t seem to be me!”