My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

The first time he went to a rogue company, the second time he went to a popular roadside stall. The third time he came out, Yang Chen was already mentally prepared, but when they arrived at their destination, he was still stunned for a while.    

"Zhong Nan Engineering Construction Co., Ltd." It was a company, but their location was not the company's location, but rather a construction site contracted by the company.    

Iron-brown steel bars, dusty cement, and various types of rock fragments were piled up to one side. The air was filled with dust, which made it seem like a misty place under the sunlight.    

Around them were construction workers wearing yellow helmets. Many of them were working bare-chested, exposing bronze-colored skinny muscles. Sticky sweat soaked their pants and turned their faces to mud and dirt. Even if they were smiling at you, you'd think they were crying.    

It is often said that the sweat of the peasants watered the crops, but how can it not be said that the sweat of the construction workers built skyscrapers?    

"Miss Mo, are you sure you're in the right place?" Yang Chen looked at Mo Qianni, who was wearing a beautiful outfit, carefully walking on the stuttering gravel road. He doubted that her high heels could last much longer.    

Mo Qianni wiped off the sweat on her forehead and said snappily, "I told you to follow me, stop talking nonsense!"    

Yang Chen Shan smiled slowly but didn't take it to heart.    

Mo Qianni ignored him and continued to walk forward. She met a middle-aged man who looked like a supervisor. He was wearing a blue Central South Company uniform. He was directing a few workers to move the cement.    

"Brother, may I ask where is the workshop for this construction site?" Mo Qianni asked politely.    

The overseer glanced at her in surprise, wondering why such a pretty girl had come to the dirty construction site and looking for the office of the company. Thinking that it might be a civil servant from some government department, he smiled and informed Mo Qianni of the location of the office.    

The so-called office was a temporary plywood house, but a large construction company like this naturally had decent facilities. Other than it being a bit empty, it wasn't much different from a real office. There was air conditioning and a television set.    

There was only a big wooden desk in the office. A potbellied middle-aged man in a gray suit was holding a phone and shouting in dialect. When he saw Mo Qianni and Yang Chen enter, he was first stunned by Mo Qianni's charm, then he looked at the two of them thoughtfully.    

After hanging up the phone, the fat man smiled brightly and stretched out his hand towards Mo Qianni. "May I know what you need, Miss?"    

Mo Qianni naturally ignored the man's hand and said indifferently, "Where is Zhang Fugui? I'll take him back. "    

The fatty tried to shake hands but to no avail. He wasn't embarrassed. When he heard the name "Zhang Fugui", his small eyes squinted, almost disappearing, "You are Zhang Fugui's daughter?"    

Mo Qianni frowned, but still nodded her head. "Yes."    

Yang Chen, who was standing at the back, watched the whole scene curiously. He had not expected Mo Qianni's father to be here, and something seemed to have happened to him. Mo Qianni told him that her father had died a long time ago. In other words, this Zhang Fugui was most likely her stepfather.    

Yang Chen didn't say anything as he quietly watched the situation unfold. He leisurely lit up a cigarette and smoked in silence.    

"Did you bring the money?" The fatty's expression seemed to have changed. He looked at Mo Qianni with a bit of arrogance, as if he had suddenly become superior to Mo Qianni.    

Mo Qianni silently took out a stack of red notes from her small bag. It looked quite substantial as she said, "Here are five thousand Chinese Dollar, release them."    

"Five thousand?" Fatty laughed out loud, "5000 is the number just now. From the time your gambling addict dad called you till now, it has been a long time. Right now, you don't only owe 5000!"    

"What!?" Mo Qianni's expression turned uglier and uglier as she suppressed her anger and asked, "He lost again!?"    

The fatty snorted a few times, picked up a long cigarette, and pointed to the room next door. "Go in and take a look yourself. See how much he lost."    

Mo Qiannifeng turned around and left the office. She walked to the next room and forcefully opened the door.    

The smell of smoke and alcohol hit Mo Qianni's face, making her cough in response to the disgusting smell. It was only then that she could see the situation in the room clearly.    

There were only a few tables and benches in the room, scattered with poker cards and cards. The concrete floor was littered with cigarette butts and empty beer bottles. Two flickering incandescent lights stood there, giving off a faint glow.    

At this moment, there were eight men in casual clothes gathered around one of the biggest tables in the room. At each end of the table, there was one person sitting.    

A long-faced man was wearing an unbuttoned white shirt. His hair was standing up and he was puffing smoke while smoking. He had one foot on the chair and looked very relaxed.    

Opposite him, there was another figure that was trembling. He wore short, sallow yellow sleeves, had a head and face covered in dirt, and there were quite a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and forehead. His face was so thin that the flesh on his cheeks bulged out and he looked depressed.    

When the people inside the house saw the door open, they all turned their heads over. When they saw that the one who opened the door was a charming woman, their eyes all lit up.    

Only the stooped, middle-aged man, whose eyes were lifeless, showed an expression of ecstasy when he saw Mo Qianni. As if he had jumped into the clouds from the mud, he threw himself in front of Mo Qianni, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and shouted while shaking her, "Girl! Give me the money! Give me the money! I want to turn the tables! Quick, give it to me! "    

Mo Qianni's shoulder hurt, but she did not struggle free. With reddened eyes and a sad smile, she asked, "How much money do you want?"    

"Give me as much as you have. I'm going to make a comeback!" The man shouted loudly, as if he had been injected with stimulants.    

At this time, the other men also came to a realization. The man with erect hair sneered, "Girl, you should be the daughter Zhang Fugui talked about, right? Your dad, Zhang Fugui, still owes me 20,000 gambling debts. Help him pay it back and bet with me again. "    

Zhang Fugui's face turned red, he turned around and shouted, "Jun, don't be too proud! I'll gamble with you after I get the money! When the time comes, you will owe me twenty thousand! "    

"Twenty thousand …" Mo Qianni's pretty face turned pale. She looked at Zhang Fugui's crazy back view and said, "It's only been half an hour and you have suddenly increased from 5000 to 20,000? Do you know what you're doing!? "    

"I …" Zhang Fugui turned around and saw that Mo Qianni's eyes were misted with tears. He finally realized something was wrong. He gritted his teeth and said, "I made a mistake just now. Don't mind it, girl. I'll win it all back later!"    

"A mistake? How long have you been making mistakes? How many years had it been? How much money did I put in for you?! Do you know that the money is enough to buy a house in Zhong Hai!? " Mo Qianni couldn't help but berate loudly.    

Zhang Fugui wanted to get angry, but he remembered that he still had to look up to his adopted daughter when he didn't have any money, so he had to apologise with a smile, "Girl, you can't say it like that. People are always going to get unlucky, it's useless for you to cry first — you have no money, so you have to win it back!"    

"Tell me, you came to Zhong Hai to work! You said you came to the construction site to be a cement maker! But you started gambling in less than a day! " Mo Qianni screamed as tears flowed from her eyes. She gasped for breath. "Money is earned, not won. How long do you need to understand this!?"    

Zhang Fugui had nothing to refute, so he could only shout: "Don't be long-winded! Take out the money! "    

"No, I'm giving it to you, and you're going to gamble again — you decide for yourself!"    

Mo Qianni flew into a rage and tried her best to get rid of Zhang Fugui. She turned around and was about to leave.    

Zhang Fugui panicked. He grabbed Mo Qianni's hand with all his might and started to snatch the handbag from Mo Qianni. He shouted crazily, "Give it to me!"    

"You! Let go of me! " After all, Mo Qianni was a woman. How could she compete with a man's strength? The leather bag in her hand was slowly being taken away.    

When the men in the room saw this, they all burst out laughing, gloating over her misfortune.    

"Zhang Fugui, you really can't do it, even your daughter isn't listening to you!"    

"Your daughter is too lazy to save you, this old gambler deserves it! "Haha …"    

Zhang Fugui was infuriated. He lost his money and also lost his face. Anger rose in his heart as he raised his hand to slap Mo Qianni!    

Mo Qianni also realized that Zhang Fugui was going to hit her, but she couldn't let go of her purse. She tilted her head to the side to avoid being hit as much as possible and closed her eyes in shock. Her face was filled with pain and bitterness.    

Just at this moment, Zhang Fugui's hand couldn't fall and was grabbed from the air, making it hard for him to advance even an inch.    

"Hey, it's not like your daughter took your money, why did you hit your daughter?" Yang Chen was standing in front of Mo Qianni. It was unknown when he suddenly made a move to stop Zhang Fugui's movements.    

Zhang Fugui was stunned. He panted heavily and asked, "Who are you?"    

"Who I am isn't important. The important thing is that you can't hit her, and you can't rob her of her money." Yang Chen said.    

"This is my family's matter, I want to take money from my daughter, what does it have to do with you, why can't I beat my daughter up!?" Zhang Fugui shouted arrogantly.    

"You're so amazing, why didn't you fight with that group of people? "And as far as I know, Mo Qianni is not your biological daughter." He continued, "You're just hanging a name. Don't take yourself too seriously." Yang Chen said coldly. He squeezed Zhang Fugui's hand and directly pushed him back a few steps.    

Mo Qianni, who was just about to be beaten up, raised her head and saw Yang Chen standing in front of her. This not so broad back made her breathe a sigh of relief, and a warm feeling flowed through her heart.    

However, when she thought about how this stepfather who loved to gamble was not only rude to her, but would even hit her, Mo Qianni was overcome with grief. Her heart felt like it was being eaten by countless insects, and countless grievances from the past gushed out uncontrollably, sobbing uncontrollably.    

Yang Chen looked at the crying woman and finally understood why Mo Qianni dragged him here. No woman would dare to fight in this battle alone!