Quick Wear Dream Qiqi

Chapter 445 The Male Protagonists’ White Moonlight 7

The maple leaves in New York's Central Park were as red as fire. Meng Qiqi was lying on a picnic mat wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, watching six men busying around with sushi platters and champagne.

The sight of Fu Chenzhou flipping a steak in an apron and Jiang Xu carefully pushing up his glasses while cutting fruit were completely different from their usual decisiveness in the business world.

Zhou Lin held up a selfie stick and insisted on taking a funny photo with her, while Ji Nange quietly put the peeled shrimp on her plate. Even the usually taciturn Gu Nanzhou rarely spoke: "Be careful not to get the sauce on your clothes."

"Mr. Fu, your private jet is on standby at Newark Airport." The assistant's call broke the harmony.

Fu Chenzhou's face darkened instantly. He stared at the missed call on his phone, his knuckles turning white. "The partner in Southeast Asia suddenly changed their mind. I have to rush over overnight."

"Coincidentally, I also received the news of the board's emergency recall."

Jiang Xu closed his laptop and glanced at the others from behind his glasses. "There's a problem with the merger and acquisition in Europe."

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Ji Nange's fingertips tapped unconsciously on the violin case. The message alert from Zhou Lin's e-sports team was particularly harsh in the silence. Xu Mingyuan's face suddenly changed after receiving the stock crash warning email, and Gu Nanzhou's mobile phone screen was showing the schedule of multiple emergency surgeries in the hospital.

"I'll go first." Fu Chenzhou suddenly grabbed Meng Qiqi's wrist, and when he leaned over, half of the tattoo on his suit sleeve was exposed. "I'll pick you up as soon as I'm done."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Xu had already put his arm around Meng Qiqi's shoulders and said, "Mr. Fu is very busy, so please don't bother making this trip."

Zhou Lin squeezed in between the two of them, his cap tilted to one side. "Sister Qiqi, wait for me! I'll be there after the livestream!"

Ji Nange silently stuffed her piano sheet music into her bag. Xu Mingyuan took out his black card and said, "Use it as you like. If it's not enough, come back to me."

Gu Nanzhou took out a customized medicine box from the medicine cabinet and said, "Remember to take your stomach medicine on time."

The tense look of the six people made Meng Qiqi almost laugh out loud.

She sighed in feigned distress: "What should I do? Once you leave, I'll be all alone here..."

"Come back to China with me." Six voices sounded at the same time.

Meng Qiqi blinked her eyes, her fingertips brushed across the back of Fu Chenzhou's hot hand, and then gently hooked Jiang Xu's tie: "But I haven't had enough fun yet."

She suddenly leaned in close to Ji Nange's ear and whispered. She caught a glimpse of the other people's sudden tense bodies, "How about this - whoever finishes their business first and comes back, I'll go to the next place with them."

This sentence was like lighting a powder keg.

Fu Chenzhou changed his flight to the earliest one on the spot, Jiang Xu called his assistant and scolded him, asking him to speed up the process, Zhou Lin started the craziest live broadcast reward mode in history, Ji Nange turned down all performance invitations, Xu Mingyuan directly called the Wall Street traders to a video conference, and Gu Nanzhou even arranged remote surgical guidance.

As the sun sets, six private jets chart different routes over New York.

Meng Qiqi stood on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, looking at the six messages sent to her phone at the same time, a sly smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Xiaojiu's mechanical voice sounded at the right time: "Host, their private planes are secretly competing in speed! Fu Chenzhou's plane has exceeded the speed limit!"

"Let them fight it out." Meng Qiqi took a sip of champagne and looked at the brightly lit Manhattan nightscape. "This game has just entered its climax."

It seems that during the time they are away, Su Wanwan will definitely not be at peace - and this is exactly the new script she has been waiting for for a long time.

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The autumn wind on Fifth Avenue blew up the golden sycamore leaves all over the ground. Meng Qiqi wore tortoise-shell sunglasses and slowly swung her shopping bags.

The light from the Chanel window shone on her, gilding the outline of her beige cashmere coat.

Just as she stopped to admire the new handbags, a familiar figure was reflected in the glass of the coffee shop on the corner, holding a mobile phone and looking over here furtively.

"It really is haunting us." Meng Qiqi snorted in her heart and deliberately quickened her pace to turn into Central Park.

The footsteps behind her were getting closer and closer. Su Wanwan was wearing an inappropriate floral dress, cheap flat shoes with blisters on them, and a few dead leaves stuck to the ends of her hair. She looked as disheveled as a frightened bird.

"Sister Qiqi!" A hoarse cry rang out in the empty path.

When Meng Qiqi turned around, she saw Su Wanwan stumbling towards her, her eyes red, "I finally found you..."

"Miss Su, what's going on?" Meng Qiqi dodged her pull, the chilling scent of Chanel No. 5 hitting her face. "You chased me all the way from China to New York. Could it be that you're using me as your GPS?"

She glanced down at the man's badly worn suitcase, a mocking arc on her lips, "Or has the loan shark chased him out of the country?"

Su Wanwan's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and her nails dug deep into her palms: "How, how did you know..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly changed into a pitiful look and grabbed Meng Qiqi's sleeve, "Sister Qiqi, I know I was wrong! I just love them too much. Can you give Mr. Fu and the others back to me?"

"Give it back to you?" Meng Qiqi suddenly leaned in closer, her sunglasses sliding down to reveal a sharp look in her eyes. "Su Wanwan, have you forgotten that they were never yours?"

She shook off his hand, pulled out a stack of photos from her purse and threw them on the ground. They were all pictures of Su Wanwan entering and leaving hotels with various financial sponsors in China. "Do you want me to send these to Fu Chenzhou? Or Jiang Xu?"

Su Wanwan stared at the photo, her whole body trembling like a sieve: "You, you plotted against me!"

"Same here." Meng Qiqi slowly put on her sunglasses and turned back. "What a pity! The men you've been thinking about are now racing against time for me on opposite sides of the world."

She paused, turned around and smiled brightly, "By the way, let me remind you - the laws in the United States are not as easy to fool as those in China."

Looking at Su Wanwan's collapsed figure squatting on the ground, Meng Qiqi hummed a little tune in a good mood.

Xiaojiu's mechanical voice sounded at the right time: "Host, I hacked Su Wanwan's phone! She just contacted a local thug named 'Yoha' and seems to want to..."

"Let her do whatever she wants." Meng Qiqi reached out to catch the falling maple leaf and crunched it into pieces between her fingertips. "It's just the right spice to add some excitement to this scene."

She looked at the setting sun between the tall buildings in the distance, and a dangerous arc appeared at the corner of her lips - when the six male protagonists were away, she wanted to see what kind of splash Su Wanwan could make.

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The autumn is deepening in China, but it cannot withstand the undercurrent surging in the business community.

On the top floor of the Fu Group, Fu Chenzhou slammed the documents onto the conference table. His cold gaze swept over the trembling executives: "Why do Southeast Asian projects suddenly have three times more approval processes?"

The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly dropped, and no one dared to speak, but they didn't know that this was the new customs regulation manipulated by the Jiang Group behind the scenes.

At the same time, Jiang Xu stared at the sudden surge of loopholes in cross-border mergers and acquisitions on the computer screen, and his eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses became increasingly cold.

The legal department worked all night for three consecutive days, but new contract disputes always emerged - this was due to the deliberate delays by several partners that Fu Chenzhou had secretly bought.

Ji Nange's studio was inexplicably reported for fire hazards, and the urgent cancellation of the European tour left the team in a state of panic.

After investigation, it was found that the anonymous report letter came from an encrypted IP, and Xu Mingyuan was turning the playing cards and sneering at the "results" sent back by the hacker.

In the e-sports club, Zhou Lin cursed at the server that suddenly crashed.

The team's training was forced to be interrupted, and calls from sponsors came one after another.

He logged into the forum with red eyes, and saw the overwhelming negative posts were all from the internet trolls hired by his competitors. While Gu Nanzhou was calmly performing surgery on a patient, his phone kept receiving negative news push notifications about Zhou Lin's team.

Xu Mingyuan's securities trading suddenly experienced abnormal fluctuations, and a large amount of unknown funds poured in, causing stock prices to fluctuate.

He urgently summoned traders, but he didn't know that Ji Nange was using his family connections to quietly lay out plans in the international financial market.

Late at night in a private hospital, Gu Nanzhou had just gotten off the operating table when he received a call from the director saying that a supplier of important medical equipment had suddenly run out of stock.

He took off his mask and looked at the news about the acquisition of the medical group under Fu Chenzhou's company on his mobile phone, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his lips.

Although these men are in different fields, they all devote a lot of energy to this war without gunpowder.

They fought their way through obstacles in their respective battlefields, yet they also did not forget to trip up each other, just to resolve the issue as soon as possible and return to Meng Qiqi's side.

Fu Chenzhou looked at the photo of Meng Qiqi on the streets of New York on his phone. She was smiling brightly in the photo, and Su Wanwan's embarrassed figure was vaguely visible behind her.

He stroked the photo and murmured softly, "Wait for me."

At the same time, several other men also received similar photos. This was a "declaration of war" that Meng Qiqi deliberately asked Xiao Jiu to send.

The lights in the office were on all night long, and the six male protagonists were causing great waves in their respective fields.

They didn't know that the fuse of this secret war was currently holding a cocktail, enjoying the night view on a luxury yacht in New York, watching the "battle situation" constantly coming from his mobile phone, with a smile on his face.

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Neon lights twisted into strange spots of light in the night. Meng Qiqi wore ten-centimeter high heels with red soles and casually threw her handbag over her shoulder.

The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the ground came from behind. Three men with skull tattoos surrounded them in a fan shape. The leader, Yoha, was holding a cigar, and his gold teeth gleamed coldly under the street light.

"Sweetheart, why are you walking alone so late?" Yoha reached out to hold her waist, but Meng Qiqi dodged sideways.

She took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and her fingertips ran across the hideous tattoo on the man's arm.

"How much did Su Wanwan give you?" Her voice was sickeningly sweet. She pulled a stack of hundred-dollar bills from her purse and waved them in front of Yoha. "I'll give you three times as much."

The thugs looked at each other, and the sound of their Adam's apples rolling could be heard clearly.

Yoha suddenly grabbed her wrist with such force that it almost broke her bones: "You stinky bitch, do you think I'm a beggar?"

The follower behind him took out a dagger, and the cold light reflected from the blade fell on Meng Qiqi's pale face.

"It seems the money isn't sincere enough?" Meng Qiqi suddenly chuckled, letting the dagger press against her neck. She fished out a black card from her bag and pressed it against Yoha's chest. "This is an unlimited credit card from Swiss Bank. The password is Su Wanwan's birthday."

She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "Why don't we try something more exciting? Treat the person who ordered you the same way you treat me."

Yoha's pupils suddenly shrank and he pushed her away.

The moment the black card fell to the ground, a siren suddenly sounded in the distance.

Meng Qiqi looked at the gangsters' fleeing backs, bent down to pick up the black card and wiped it clean slowly.

Xiaojiu's mechanical voice exploded in his mind: "Host! Su Wanwan's phone is locating your location. It seems she is coming over in person!"

"You've arrived just in time." Meng Qiqi put on her lipstick and adjusted her skirt in the reflection of the street window.

Ten minutes later, Su Wanwan stumbled over and saw Meng Qiqi was intact. A look of astonishment and unwillingness flashed across her face: "You, what are you..."

"Why am I not dead?" Meng Qiqi approached her, the scent of Chanel perfume mixed with danger wafting towards her. "Su Wanwan, do you think you can get rid of me by finding a few thugs?"

She suddenly grabbed the man's hair and pressed him against the cold iron bars. "Remember, in America, hiring someone to commit murder is a serious crime—especially when the surveillance video captured the entire meeting between you and Yoha."

Su Wanwan's face turned pale as paper in an instant.

Meng Qiqi took out her cell phone and played the edited call recording, in which her voice instructing Yoha could be clearly heard.

"Now, either go back to China or wait for the FBI to come to your door." Meng Qiqi let go of her hand, and Su Wanwan slumped to the ground, like a snake with its bones pulled out.

As she turned to leave, Meng Qiqi made a heart shape with her hands to the camera in the dark.

Xiaojiu immediately understood and edited this "good show" into a video and sent it anonymously to the six male protagonists.