Regarding the money that was stolen, even though he had long lost hope of recovering much, knowing that it was due to such reasons that retrieval was impossible shattered his calm demeanor. Even someone as composed and level-headed as him couldn’t maintain composure in such circumstances.
Despite outwardly displaying a seemingly special affection, the reality was that behind his back, such despicable methods were employed.
Ruan Xiao thought about the hardships he had endured under Feng Zhan. This money wasn’t demanded by him with a humble request; it was voluntarily given by them. If they truly didn’t want to give it, why did they play the role of the generous benefactor in the first place?
Wasn’t it just because they saw him alone and helpless, so they shamelessly bullied him?
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Upon careful consideration, it was undoubtedly Feng Zhan’s desire for that old house. Making things difficult for him was likely a tactic to force him to yield. Initially, Ruan Xiao’s refusal to sell at a high price was about maintaining his dignity. However, it now appeared that this matter wasn’t going to end simply by rejecting the sale.
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If Feng Zhan wanted a simple old house, then so be it. How could someone of his status possibly win against someone like Feng Zhan, who held power and influence?
He had deleted the contact information from the real estate agent in a fit of anger, so compromised Ruan Xiao had no choice but to take the house sale contract to the headquarters of the Feng Group the next morning.
The receptionist at the front desk didn’t seem to regard Ruan Xiao, who was in a wheelchair and straightforwardly declared his intention to see the company’s CEO upon entering, with much importance. Professional training prompted them to maintain a relatively polite attitude when dealing with Ruan Xiao, but it was only verbal assurance of help.
Later, seemingly concerned that Ruan Xiao sitting in a wheelchair in the bustling lobby would affect the company’s image, they instructed security to “escort” Ruan Xiao to a small waiting room on the side.
So, Ruan Xiao sat in the reception room, waiting patiently. During this time, people came and went continuously — ordinary individuals wanting to meet with the top management of the Feng Group. At the busiest moments, the small room couldn’t even accommodate standing room.
However, Ruan Xiao knew deep down that among the many people in the room, very few would successfully secure a meeting.
The chaotic noise in the room gave Ruan Xiao a headache. As the clock approached noon and people in the waiting room began to leave one by one, Ruan Xiao, watching the front desk staff preparing to leave as well, understood that with his current status, he wouldn’t be able to directly meet Feng Zhan even if he waited in the reception room for a hundred years.
In the end, he had to give up and decided to think about it more thoroughly after returning home.
The lobby was filled with staff entering and leaving for lunch. Ruan Xiao’s wheelchair slowly passed through the hall. Sitting stably, he appeared solitary and heavy, a stark contrast to the young employees bustling around in groups.
When he reached the entrance of the lobby, he suddenly heard commotion behind him. Before he could turn around to see, the security personnel clearing the area swiftly approached. Ruan Xiao and his wheelchair were pushed aside.
He saw Feng Zhan, dressed in a black suit, striding confidently towards the exit with numerous people around him, leaving the lobby.
