Chapter 38: Meeting President Leng

Upon hearing Wei Zi’s words, Xing Haotian felt nothing but deep disappointment.

Wei Zi did not care in the slightest that other women were trying to seduce him. This left Xing Haotian feeling incredibly frustrated; he even began to doubt his own charm. How could he possibly have been ranked among the top three husband candidates in the Huatian Kingdom? Was he really going to have to ask Ming Zeyu for advice?

Xing Haotian was extremely reluctant to do so!

Wei Zi returned to her room to rest. The next day, good news finally arrived: President Leng had agreed to Wei Zi’s divestment plan and was prepared to acquire the shares of the Cheng Group.

If the inheritance of the shares went smoothly on her birthday, Wei Zi would receive 43% from Cheng Qingzhu and another 30% from her mother, Cheng Lan. As for exactly how many shares Wei Dongming held, she was unsure. He had always controlled Cheng Lan’s 30%, which was what made him the largest shareholder of the Cheng Group, while Cheng Qingzhu’s 43% had always been held in trust by a lawyer, beyond even Wei Dongming’s reach.

If she inherited both portions, selling the combined 73% to Leng Lie would be more than enough to send Wei Dongming packing.

Of course, Wei Dongming might have acquired some scattered shares from others, but it would certainly be no more than 3%. That wouldn't even give him a voice on the board, let alone voting power. Even if he were allowed to stay in the company, he could no longer hold a position like Chairman; he would be lucky to remain a department manager.

Furthermore, that 3% stake would not be enough to cover Wei Dongming’s extravagant lifestyle, nor would it support He Xiaohe and her daughter.

On top of that, there was Wei Qing, who had become a Mystic. Most of Wei Dongming’s funds were being poured into supporting her, as being a Mystic required a vast amount of resources.

The Cheng Group might be large, but trying to elevate Wei Qing could easily lead to bankruptcy. True Mystics who rose to prominence were either those with immense personal willpower or those who were inheritors of great family legacies. Someone like Wei Qing, who was neither here nor there, would never achieve anything great.

The meeting with President Leng was scheduled for five o’clock in the evening. At three o’clock, Attorney Zeng sent a car to pick up Wei Zi.

"Why so early?" Xing Haotian asked, puzzled. If the meeting was at five, why leave at three? What was this for?

Attorney Zeng had been given full authority to handle Wei Zi’s affairs. Although Wei Zi was his client, he had only taken the case as a favor to Xing Haotian; otherwise, a matter this trivial would not have been worth his personal attention. He was, after all, the top-tier attorney of the Imperial Capital.

"General Xing, it is like this: to show proper respect to President Leng, I have booked a private room at the Imperial Banquet of the Capital. Moreover, for such an occasion, Miss Wei Zi needs time to prepare—hair, makeup, and selecting a gown and jewelry. That is why we must leave early," Attorney Zeng explained.

"Thank you for the trouble, Attorney Zeng. Such minor tasks should have been handled by me, but I am currently penniless and lack the connections and staff," Wei Zi said. She was not oblivious; she knew these tasks went far beyond the duties of a lawyer, and that the man was only being so attentive because of Xing Haotian.

"What are you saying, Miss Wei? You will be a major client of mine in the future!" Attorney Zeng replied with a humble smile.

"Going out? I’m coming too!" Xing Haotian declared. Hearing that the event was quite formal, he immediately donned his most magnificent military dress uniform.

This was the uniform of a General, adorned with shimmering medals that dazzled the eye.

Wei Zi did not object. Although she had repeatedly rebuffed Xing Haotian’s advances, she felt a sense of security having him by her side. She wasn't even certain if she could leave the military compound without being discovered by Wei Dongming, who might resort to some crazed act.

"Let’s go. Take my vehicle," Xing Haotian said, stepping into the Azure Dragon combat vehicle. Attorney Zeng, who prided himself on being an elite of the Capital, couldn't help but turn pale. The Azure Dragon was a true symbol of status and power, and its presence was simply awe-inspiring.

This was Wei Zi's first time riding in the Azure Dragon while fully conscious. The runes carved on the exterior were breathtaking, and the interior felt more like a room. It was said that such vehicles could withstand a collision with an S-class demonic beast without shattering. Of course, no one would ever test that, as even the slightest damage to an Azure Dragon required a fortune in Mystic Coins to repair. Such vehicles were meant for escaping in critical moments.

Attorney Zeng brought Wei Zi to a styling salon.

"Miss, please, this way!" The staff led Wei Zi to select a gown. She chose a black one; it appeared mysterious and dignified, making her look a bit more mature.

Afterward, she consulted with the makeup artist and began her session.

"My heavens, Miss, your skin is absolutely perfect. I can hardly bear to touch it! I’ll just apply the thinnest layer of base," the artist exclaimed. She had seen good skin before, but never anything like this—flawless, without a single blemish, and with such an incredibly fine and even tone.

"Thank you, I appreciate it," Wei Zi said politely.

Fortunately, while Wei Zi was naturally perfect, some features still required enhancement, such as eyeshadow and lips. Due to her cultivation, her lips were thin and pale; after applying a vibrant red lipstick, she looked both sexy and sophisticated.

"Is this... General Xing?" The staff members approached, stuttering. They never imagined their establishment would host such a prominent figure as Xing Haotian.

Xing Haotian was watching Wei Zi’s transformation. Although the process took a long time, he felt satisfied just sitting there watching her. At the very least, if he weren't here, Wei Zi would surely give him the cold shoulder and refuse to let him watch.

"Is there a problem?" Xing Haotian shot them a casual glance that made them feel immense pressure.

"No, no, sir! I only wanted to ask if General Xing would also like to be styled? Are you and this young lady attending an event together?" one of the staff members asked.

Xing Haotian raised an eyebrow, looking at Wei Zi surrounded by people, then at the other men in the salon who were being groomed and wearing suits—something he lacked.

However, Xing Haotian stood there shining; his military dress uniform was far more magnificent than any suit. He felt that attending the banquet in such attire might be a bit intimidating. While Leng Lie was a scion of a noble family, he was ultimately a businessman, whereas he was a General. Being a guest at the banquet in such formal military regalia might be a bit too showy.

"Very well," Xing Haotian agreed. The staff were overjoyed.

The salon usually catered to women; having a famous man like him styled there would be a fantastic selling point. To think a General had patronized their shop—once word got out, their reputation would surely reach new heights.