2030: C2030 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1957

C2030 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1957

Ding Yiyi suddenly thought of a possibility. What if she replaced Ye Nianmo? If the presence of a main helper would make the scene awkward, then as the wife of the Group's Person in Power, was Ye Bo more suitable?

More importantly, the diplomat was a strong woman. Women would always cherish each other more and believe that if she was the one who came out, things would not be so bad.

But could she? After all, he wasn't a businessman or a politician. What if there were to be a mistake? Even though she was worried, she told herself, your husband's company needs you now. Wait until he safely appears in front of you. You're not the one crying for protection, you're the one sharing his burden!

This thought continued for a whole day, and became even more intense in the evening. A voice in her heart urged her to do so.

She immediately called Ye Bo and told him her plan, "I need your advice. With your professional eye, is that feasible?"

Ye Bo was silent for a while, "Perhaps this is the best idea we can think of at the moment, but madam, you must think it through clearly. Tomorrow there will be a lot of people, there will be reporters, and there will be a lot of unexpected situations."

What he was worried about was that his young master had been protecting his wife for the past few years, to the point where he didn't want her to appear in the public eye. There would definitely be a press conference tomorrow and the exposure would be much more intense than before.

Moreover, even men might not be able to grasp such a situation well. Women should be more sensitive and vulnerable, there were simply too many things to worry about.

"Do it!"

Hearing the firm voice on the other end of the phone, Ye Bo said, "Alright, I'll go to your house now and tell you the details of tomorrow's events."

"What's wrong?" Soong Mengjie had just finished showering and was wiping her hair to see him dress.

"I'm going out to go to Ye Family." Ye Bo put on his shirt, buttoned it from top to bottom, and patted it off with one hand.

Soong Mengjie moved closer to him and helped him button his shirt, but just as she was about to leave, her cheeks were grabbed.

Ye Bo kissed her fiercely for a while. Then, he wiped her sparkling lips with his thumb, "Am I scared by myself?"

She burst out laughing, "In the past when you were on a business trip, I was on my own. Rest assured, you can rest assured."

"Okay, lock the door." Ye Bo was worried, so he looked around at all the small and big doors in his house, then locked the windows and went around for a while before going out.

Soong Mengjie stayed on the balcony, watching the car drive off into the night. She could only pray that nothing would happen to them.

The next day

A light drizzle fell from the sky, and the temperature dropped by several degrees. Naturally, there was no one at the dock. The turbid waves hit the buckle.

The iron door was pushed open, and Cui Jinghao walked in, "Good morning, gentlemen. It seems that Ye Family cannot find people. I still can't find you guys, I think Dongjiang City isn't that high."

Seeing that the two people at the scene ignored him, Cui Jinghao did not get angry. He waved his hand and a bodyguard moved in a laptop.

"I see that you all are bored, so I'll show you the news." He walked up to the two of them and personally tested the strength of the rope, as if he was talking to himself, "After today's event, it's time to let the two of you play with something else."

What appeared on the computer screen was a scene of Ye Group. A black Mercedes-Benz stopped and a petite woman came out of the car with a translator beside the goddess and two bodyguards protecting her.

The reporters were in a fixed area, their flashlights never going off since the woman got out of the car. The woman stood on the stairs and waved gracefully as she faced the crowd.

"This is a really good scene. The two countries are on friendly terms, but the president of the company isn't here. If the diplomat finds out that it's someone else, wouldn't she feel that it's being neglected?"

Ye Nianmo looked at the computer screen and started to calculate in his mind. Since what had happened had already happened, it proved that Ye Bo's final decision was to replace the company with him. There was no problem with today's decision.

Cui Jinghao's smile suddenly turned sinister, "President Ye, you should feel uncomfortable too. You should be able to feel the feeling of your plan being destroyed."

Ye Nianmo looked at him, "You can experience it again soon."

Ye Miao, who didn't care much about the computer screen, suddenly said, "Mom?"

On the screen, Ding Yiyi was wearing a blue qipao and standing at the LOGO area of the company's main entrance. Next to her was Ye Bo and the company's top executives.

After a moment of surprise, the South Korean diplomat agreed, claiming that the fact that Ding Yiyi was representing the company was a sign that she was improving herself and gaining more equal sovereignty over the international community.

The two chatted in English for a while, but the translator beside them was of no use. Afterwards, the group headed for the stairs.

Ye Nianmo looked at the computer screen greedily. He was extremely surprised by the sudden appearance of the other party.

Cui Jinghao also didn't expect that after smashing the laptop on the spot, he would be so angry that he stomped on it twice.

Ye Miao purposely teased him, "Mom's outfit is pretty good today."

Ye Nianmo was very proud, "That's my wife, omnipotent."

The bodyguard pushed open the door and entered, "It's that Wang Ziwen again. He said that you agreed to meet him earlier, so you called him to urge him."

"If you want to see me, that's fine. Let him bring that Hai Ziyu from Ye Family over." Cui Jinghao said coldly, "I'll let you all watch the next show."

When Ye Bo received Liu Qiang's call, he happened to visit the lounge. Ye Group set up a special resting room for the employees, with a computer area, a television area, and a capsule resting room.

Because the other party had not left for even a moment, Ding Yiyi noticed that his expression was strange. When the mayor and Korea diplomat spoke, she lowered her voice and asked.

Ye Bo said, "Wang Ziwen took Miss Hai away, and now Liu Qiang has already followed."

Ding Yiyi was flabbergasted and momentarily forgot about her reaction. If Wang Ziwen made a move, did it mean that Ye Nianmo and Ye Miao might have news? And Hai Ziyu, why did she leave with him?

"Madame Ye?"

The person at the front only realized that Ding Yiyi didn't follow them after a few steps. They all stood still, waiting.

Ding Yiyi knew she had lost her composure, so she smiled apologetically and lowered her voice. "You go with me."

Ye Bo looked at his wife with a complicated expression. Even though he was always by his side, he could feel his wife's stiffness at first. If he left his wife here to deal with all this, the young master would probably blame him.

Seeing that Ye Bo didn't leave but instead chased after him, Ding Yiyi gave him many meaningful glances. The other party tried to dig out a gap that they could talk to.

"I told you to go and support Liu Qiang, hurry up, the thing over there is the most important."

"Just as important." Ye Bo opened the door for him, "That kind of thing, perhaps I can do far more than Liu Qiang. He has his own battlefield, and I also have mine. "

Ding Yiyi finally accepted this and heaved a sigh of relief. She wasn't clear about the previous questions, it was all because of Ye Bo. Without him, things would be much more difficult.

The two of them stood sideways while shaking hands and taking pictures. Someone inadvertently mentioned, "Oh yes, I heard that Director Ye was originally present, so why did it suddenly change to Madame Ye?"

Although it was just a casual chat, the focus on Ding Yiyi naturally fell upon her. Ye Bo remained calm and collected as he said, "Madam has managed the company for a period of time and is very familiar with it."

The diplomat nodded but still looked at Ding Yiyi and said with a puzzled expression, "I remember it was indeed Director Ye."

Ding Yiyi's palms were sweating, and the leather bag was covered with them. With Ding Yiyi's sudden questions and the large number of people present, her mind could not help but go blank.

"In fact, the decision to change was only made after careful deliberation by the company's top executives. We don't want it to be a cold, procedural process, but rather a friendly engagement with friends from afar." Ye Bo made up a bunch of nonsense.

"I, very, very high, very high." She was indeed a feminist, and constantly nodded at the way Ye Group was handled. Coincidentally, the elevator arrived, and the few of them stepped into it.

On the other side, Liu Qiang was listening to the voices coming from the bug while closely following the MPV in front. Suddenly, there was a burst of noise coming from his headphones, which was sharp at times and low at times.

In front of the MPV, Wang Ziwen looked at his watch that had fallen to the ground and kicked onto the base of the MPV. He said to Hai Ziyu who was sitting behind the driver, "Don't be afraid, these are all my friends. This time, they are going to teach that brat, Cui Jinghao, a lesson."

"Cui Jinghao took away my uncle and brother!" Hai Ziyu said.

Wang Ziwen patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I also have a grudge with him. I will help you take revenge when the time comes." After saying that, he gave a look to the hired thugs, who were quite confident, "Don't worry, we'll take your money and guarantee that we'll beat them according to your orders. We'll do whatever we want with them."

Once they got off at the dock, Wang Ziwen told his henchmen to stay in the car while he got off with Hai Ziyu. They agreed that their cellphones were always connected, so the moment he started calling people, these people would immediately rush over.2

"Is this method of yours reliable?"

"Don't worry, it's very reliable." Wang Ziwen was the iron heart that must take back the impression in Hai Ziyu's heart. In addition, he had always been very dissatisfied with Cui Jinghao secretly harming others. This time, he was even more determined.

Cui Jinghao was standing in front of the iron house. He quickly restrained the anger on his face and walked over with a smile, "Mr. Cui."

"Long time no see. I was just looking around and didn't see your car. I thought you didn't like to drive that kind of business car. It's better for young people to drive sports cars."

Wang Ziwen laughed dryly, "Let's change our style occasionally."

Cui Jinghao turned a deaf ear to him and continued to look in the direction he came from, "Since you brought your friend here, then come with me." Several people appeared on the slope, and the thugs who had come with them were forced to come out.

The leader of the men shouted, "Hey, we agreed that it was just a fight, why would anyone use a gun? This can't be fake, right?"

Cui Jinghao chuckled, but the content of his words were not the same as his smile, "I didn't offend your family, yet you brought someone to take care of me. That's not right."

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