My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 251 Meeting Again

Two days later, at the hospital

Lin Qiuran and I sat side by side in front of my attending physician.

My heart was pounding with anxiety, and Lin Qiuran wasn't much better off.

On the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but his constantly shaking legs betrayed him.

We anxiously awaited the doctor's final results.

The attending physician suddenly stood up, revealing the only genuine smile I'd seen from him in all this time, and extended his hand towards me.

"Mr. Zhang, congratulations, you have fully recovered!"

is it?

I could hardly believe my ears. I stared at the doctor in disbelief, frozen in place for a moment.

Lin Qiuran, who was standing next to her, exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my god, that's great! You're finally alright!"

He excitedly hugged my shoulders.

Looking at his mouth opening and closing, I still couldn't quite believe it.

A few years ago, the doctor predicted that I would only live for a few years. Three years later, the doctor told me that I was cured.

Even as I sat in the car on my way back, I couldn't believe it.

That evening, I unusually didn't go to bed early as usual, as Lin Qiuran arranged a celebration banquet for me.

It was called a banquet, but it was really just Lin Qiuran's family, Han Nianlai and I celebrating together.

This is one of the few times in the past three years that I haven't followed the prescribed schedule.

A week after receiving this good news, I returned to the lockdown.

Our chosen location is some distance from the Song Group and Song Yafei's villa.

I've been in the city for half a month since the lockdown, and as you said, I wasn't so unlucky as to run into Song Yafei.

I knew there would be a lot of media attention on the day the new store opened, so I didn't attend and had the store manager do it on my behalf.

On the twentieth day of the lockdown, I was already planning my return to Hancheng.

Before I went back, I convened a meeting.

Unexpectedly, this meeting led me to meet people I didn't want to see.

That day, we were in a meeting when the restaurant manager downstairs suddenly pushed open the door and whispered something in the restaurant manager's ear.

Upon hearing this, the restaurant manager's expression changed, and he looked quite displeased.

Several managers have been appointed to positions in the restaurant, but most of them are newcomers.

Even the restaurant manager looked troubled.

Seeing this, I decided to put aside what we were discussing and smiled at the restaurant manager,

"Manager Wen, if you encounter any difficulties, feel free to speak up and we can discuss them together. This will also allow the newcomers to learn from you."

Manager Wen smiled upon hearing this, "Actually, it's not a difficult problem, it's just the compensation the customer is demanding..."

Manager Wen chuckled knowingly.

"understood."

The implication is that the customer is asking for an exorbitant price.

I closed the meeting notebook in front of me. "I'll handle this. It'll be a good opportunity for the new employees to learn."

"That's their honor," Manager Wen flattered.

Although I don't like flattery, Manager Wen is quite capable, which is why we chose him.

When I arrived at the restaurant and at the table where the incident occurred, I was surprised to find that Song Yafei was sitting in front of that gentleman.

We met without any warning, and we were both stunned for a moment.

When I saw her again, she looked exactly the same as before; time seemed to have left no trace on her.

However, his aura of coldness was even stronger, giving him an unapproachable appearance.

From the moment we met, I could sense that her gaze would occasionally fall on me.

However, I had no time to pay attention to her and looked at the man in front of her.

I know the man too; he's a rising IT CEO, Mr. Wen, who has only emerged in the last two years.

Judging from their behavior, it seems more like they're on a blind date.

That's good, she finally moved forward.

That way I can feel more at ease.

I suppressed my emotions and smiled at the customer, saying, "Hello Mr. Wen, I am deeply sorry for the unpleasant experience our store has given you!"

"It's a rare treat to meet the renowned Mr. Wen today, which has brought great honor to our shop. May I pay the bill for both of you?"

Compared to when I first saw Mr. Wen, his expression was much better, but he wasn't as easy to talk to as I had imagined.

He looked like a scholar, polite and courteous, but deep down he was stubborn and unruly.

"who are you?"

"I am the owner of this shop."

"Indeed, they handle things better than the other waiters, but they're not going to compensate me for this outfit with just a meal."

I took a closer look at his outfit, and the style seemed to be that of a designer I knew well.

Given Mr. Wen's current wealth, buying one of his outfits wouldn't be difficult.

I also noticed a stain on the coat. The stain wasn't very deep and could be easily removed with dry cleaning.

Before I came, I looked at their menu and the meal cost much more than the dry cleaning fee.

I think Mr. Wen should be aware of this, but if he refuses even so, it makes me feel that he doesn't just want compensation.

"So what kind of compensation do you want?"

"Compensation? This outfit costs 300,000, but even with 300,000, you might not be able to buy it."

"This was designed by a very famous designer; even if he had the money, he might not be willing to do it."

Mr. Wen's tone was extremely contemptuous.

Mark's design makes this outfit worth 300,000, but Mr. Wen's tone made me very unhappy.

However, I didn't show it on my face; I still wore a formulaic smile.

The waiter who came with me earlier turned pale when he heard this number.

"Boss, I didn't mean to! And this gentleman bumped into me just now, that's why..."

For a waiter, this number is naturally huge, and I think what this honest young girl said is credible.

If what she said is true, then the responsibility doesn't lie entirely with us.

Seeing the young girl's face turn pale with fright, I reassured her, "Don't worry, once you come to our restaurant, you become a member of the restaurant staff. The restaurant will naturally take responsibility for any issues that arise."

"Of course, if it's not your fault, there's nothing to be afraid of; the restaurant will stand up for you."

"Thank you... thank you, boss! It really wasn't intentional. Mr. Wen suddenly stood up and bumped into me. It was so hot that my hand trembled and the soup spilled on Mr. Wen's clothes."

"I understand."

I turned to look at Mr. Wen, but did not question him.

“Mr. Wen’s suit is a work of Mark’s, and it is indeed worth 300,000. Of course, if it’s a restaurant issue, I’m willing to have Mark design another suit for Mr. Wen.”

"But I also hope Mr. Wen knows that our restaurant is under 360-degree surveillance with no blind spots. If the problem is not our fault, we are willing to clean your clothes."

Mr. Wen frowned upon hearing this. "A restaurant owner wants designer Mark to do the design? You've got some serious skills!"