Over there, Wang Jingyao was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at his phone again, unable to believe his ears.

He had just lost his temper so badly, and this was the reaction... So he squinted his eyes: "Do you really have no feelings for him at all?"

"What kind of feelings?" Gu Anxi leaned against the headboard: "He was just used when he was valuable and abandoned when he was not. And now, Mr. Wang is talking to me about feelings, isn’t that a bit ridiculous?"

Wang Jingyao felt the sarcasm, became very angry, and with a snap hung up the phone.

After a while, he regretted it, felt he needed to scold her more, but when he called back, it wasn’t her who answered, but Old Master Bo who had been waiting for a long time.

Old Master Bo was very polite: "The brat is washing his face, about to have a meal soon... Oh, you’re talking about Manager Ma, feel free to deal with it. It’s okay to break his shin if needed."

What the hell!

Wang Jingyao angrily hung up the phone and, after lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, looked up with a face full of gloom at his secretary: "A single call from me and this is the response I get?"

Not long ago, Wang Jingchuan, who had heard these words, coughed lightly: "So they’re planning to cut off Manager Ma and wash their hands clean of him?"

"What do you think?" the elder brother drew out his words and then glared at the poor Manager Ma, whose legs were trembling: "You’ve been with her for so long, and this is what you get?"

Poor Manager Ma was now scared out of his wits, his voice trembling: "But, but... Little Gu wouldn’t just abandon me, right?"

Wang Jingyao replied coldly: ’She thinks your salary is too high.’

"I can lower it too." Manager Ma was almost in tears.

Seeing his pathetic state, Wang Jingyao couldn’t help but roll his eyes, took a drag on his cigarette, and said to Wang Jingchuan on the side: "Give him a piece of paper and a pen."

The secretary was taken aback: "Is this... do you mean..."

Wang Jingyao sneered: "Let him write down everything he knows about the Cloud He Group."

The secretary’s eyes darkened, and he immediately took action, placing paper and pen in front of Manager Ma, "Write, be honest."

Manager Ma had been through too much shock today, a completely different atmosphere from yesterday. At this moment, one would have thought his mental defenses would snap, but after staring at Wang Jingyao for a long time, he suddenly said: "I won’t write."

Wang Jingyao played with his cigarette and sneered: ’You’re still defending her? She doesn’t even want you anymore.’

Manager Ma was dazed for a moment, and after a long pause said: "I don’t believe it, I just don’t."

Staring at his stubborn face, Wang Jingyao spoke in a hoarse voice: "She said it herself. You’ve heard it. Isn’t it better to cooperate with me now? Whatever she can give, I will only give more."

Manager Ma remained silent.

Thinking he’d convinced him, Wang Jingyao signaled to Wang Jingchuan, who immediately stepped forward, "Write, cooperating with Mr. Wang won’t do you any harm."

Manager Ma looked up again, his eyes fixed on Wang Jingyao, and suddenly he threw the paper and pen to the ground.

Wang Jingyao and his servant were startled, seeing Manager Ma’s chest heaving with intensity, and his voice was trembling but forceful: "I won’t write it, unless I see Little Gu face to face and she tells me she doesn’t need Old Ma anymore. Even if I believe it, I wouldn’t help you harm her. I’ve served the Bo Family all my life, eaten Bo Family’s rice, not the Wang Family’s. Why should a single sentence erase everything? Why should I listen to you just because you’re Mr. Wang? You think you can do whatever you want? Little Gu has done so much for you, risked her life. You used to care for her like a real sister, and now you suddenly turn your back on her. What good would betraying Little Gu in front of Mr. Wang bring someone like me?"

After speaking such a passionate speech, Manager Ma became even more agitated.

In his agitation, he wet his pants.

The dripping sound, along with the wet patch on the expensive carpet, made Wang Jingchuan feel uneasy.

Wang Jingyao saw it too and was utterly exasperated.

His imported carpet, worth a fortune, and this guy wet himself from fear, wasn’t he quite fierce earlier?

Turns out he’s a coward!

Old Wang was disgusted, "Drag him out, drag him out."

Immediately, someone dragged Manager Ma out, and Wang Jingchuan immediately arranged for someone to replace the carpet, although the new one wasn’t as good as the old one, leaving Wang Jingyao very unsatisfied...

After everything was sorted, he sat on the sofa, sneering at his secretary: "There’s no way to open that guy’s mouth."

The secretary forced a bitter smile: "You saw it too, Manager Ma is something else; without saying a word, he wet himself."

Wang Jingyao cursed and then said: "Just keep him locked up for now, he’s in your care, just don’t let anything happen. Let’s see how the Bo Family reacts."

Wang Jingchuan hesitated and then said: "Aren’t you making things worse with the Bo Family? Didn’t you still somewhat rely on Professor Bo for that project?"

Wang Jingyao sneered: "That little bastard let out news like this, just to trouble me. You saw how many times the old lady called this morning; I was practically scolded out of my mind."

He felt particularly aggrieved: "Am I finding this easy? Every day, for the sake of a crappy project, I have to deal with that Jiang girl. Finally, when things are stabilized, that little bastard is causing trouble in the rear garden."

As he said this, Secretary Wang agreed: "Little Gu is really capable; just a few words could make you jump with rage. You should take it easy, getting sick and ending up in the hospital would only give the Bo Family a KPI."

Wang Jingyao said viciously: "I don’t believe I can’t handle that little thing!"

Though he said this, he knew well enough, the old lady really indulged that little brat, he couldn’t really do anything to her, as for Manager Ma, it was just to vent a little, nothing serious could be done.

After a fit of anger, Wang Jingyao finally calmed down...

On the other side, Manager Ma was taken to a small room.

They threw him in and locked the door without caring, leaving him to fend for himself, not even taking his phone. As soon as Manager Ma sat down on the simple bed, he took out his phone eagerly to contact his master.

On the other side, Gu Anxi was having a meal when she received Manager Ma’s call.

Manager Ma wiped his face, "Little Gu, wasn’t my acting on point?"

Gu Anxi hummed in agreement: "Really impressive, but what was with the piss? It came out just like that?"

Manager Ma perked up: "No way! I couldn’t commit such an embarrassing act. It was inspired by your cleverness, Little Gu, I placed a water bag on myself beforehand, just secretly burst it at the critical moment and naturally, the water flowed out. With this at play, Mr. Wang couldn’t stand it, and naturally let me go."

On the other end, Gu Anxi couldn’t help but praise: "Old Ma, that’s really skillful."

Manager Ma beamed: "I owe it to you. I really trust you, when you told me it was foolproof, I believed it was. If you say the word, I’d do anything. Look, my acting was so good even Manager Wang didn’t notice, isn’t our cooperation seamless?"

Gu Anxi hummed: ’Alright, I’ll give you a bonus and a long vacation to relax. You’ve worked hard.’

Manager Ma modestly replied: "If Manager Wang had the nerve and acting skills, he actually would have been the best choice."

Gu Anxi paused: "Considering your talent, you should have been promoted long ago. I’ll see to it."

"Alright then," Manager Ma wiped the excitement sweat off his forehead, "I’ll hang up now, next I’ll be performing starvation or something, remember when I’m taken to the hospital, my favorite is mashed potatoes."

On the other side, Gu Anxi’s face froze, turning to Bo Nianyao, she asked: "Is Manager Ma always this dramatic?"

Bo Nianyao contemplated: "He graduated from Beijing Film Academy, you might not know."

Gu Anxi sighed: "Manager Ma really treats business like a performance..."

As they discussed, Wang Jingyao wasn’t idle either. After Manager Ma was locked up, there was, of course, an audio monitor in place, and after viewing it, it nearly infuriated Wang Jingyao.

Listen to all this nonsense.

That little brat had instructed it, and was Manager Ma an actor? Wanting to perform starvation?

He squinted, not giving him any food, what’d he perform then?

The old brother Wang really ordered, "If that Ma chap likes to starve, let him be then."

The secretary was startled, "That’s not okay, it’s not good if someone dies."

Wang Jingyao sneered at him: ’Isn’t he waiting to go to the hospital to eat mashed potatoes? Let’s see how long he can last...’

The secretary hesitated: ’Then this evening, when you meet Little Gu, what are you planning to say?’

The old brother tossed a cup over: "What to say? Do I owe her an explanation?"