You're sending max-level players to be cannon fodder?

Meng Jingting stood silently at the door for a moment, but hesitation was not his style, so he pressed his thumb on the handle, entered the information, and pushed the door open with a "beep".

Zhong Xun was leaning back in his office chair, his head resting on the backrest, his long legs stretched out and propped up on the low table. As he closed his eyes to rest, the light that shone in condensed into a small halo along his jawline.

Meng Jingting held his breath at that moment.

It wasn't that she was captivated by his unparalleled beauty, but rather that the strange feeling hidden in Meng Jingting's heart resurfaced, and this time it was no longer faint and intermittent, but rather like a blood vessel attached to her heart, throbbing "thump thump".

Could this be Zhong Xun?

But this is Zhong Xun.

The two were only a few steps apart, but Meng Jingting had the illusion that they were separated by a long, gilded time, as if he were gazing into another world.

Zhong Xun himself didn't realize that when he relaxed, he naturally exuded an aura of authority.

Meng Jingting possesses a perception of change that surpasses that of wild beasts.

Zhong Xun slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Meng Jingting, he smiled slightly and asked, "Finished with work?"

"Hmm." Meng Jing suppressed all the turmoil in his heart, walked closer and looked Zhong Xun up and down: "Once you've recovered, we'll go home."

Zhong Xun's smile deepened. That's the good thing about being a legal partner—everything is shared.

Zhong Xun yawned, then reached out to Meng Jingting, gesturing for him to help him up.

Meng Jing didn't stand on ceremony; after shaking hands, he easily pulled the person along.

After closing the lounge door, the two drove the car assigned by the tribunal.

Zhong Xun: "All those limited edition items in your garage are going to gather dust."

Meng Jingting couldn't even remember which one it was. "Take it if you like and drive it."

"real?"

Meng Jing glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Why is he so easy to coax? Zhong Xun lightly twirled his fingertips. The puppet had caused trouble all the time in order to target Qi Tian. Many times, Meng Jingting would have to rush to clean up the mess as soon as he returned from the court of judgment. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been kicked out by the puppet long ago. But he had only behaved well these past few days, and Meng Jingting was able to show a little more kindness.

Stepping into the house, the familiar decorating style, mainly simple gray and white, prompted the aunt to rush over and ask if they had eaten. After receiving a negative answer, she turned and went into the kitchen.

Meng Jing listened without saying a word and went to his study.

Zhong Xun knew he was very busy, so she didn't ask any questions. Instead, she went back to her bedroom to take a shower and changed into comfortable clothes. Dinner was just being prepared.

Seeing the aunt carrying a dish upstairs, Zhong Xun subconsciously asked, "Isn't he coming out to eat?"

"Yes, the sir asked me to take it in."

Zhong Xun nodded: "Go ahead."

Zhong Xun sat down at the table and began to enjoy his meal.

A puppet cannot enjoy these things; there is only one thread that can affect its nerves.

  

But Zhong Xun is different. Everything is new to him right now, and this body is too weak to reach the strength he wants.

After finishing his meal, Meng Jing watched some news reports, but he didn't seem inclined to come out.

Zhong Xun turned off the TV and went back to his room.

He now sleeps very well, closing his eyes at 10 pm and waking up at 7 am.

Hearing that Meng Jingting left at six o'clock, Zhong Xun sat down to drink milk while texting: [Went to the Trial Court?]

After I stuffed a couple of bites of bread into my mouth, they finally replied: "At the office."

Zhong Xun understood, thought for a moment, and typed: 【Call me early after get off work, I'll pick you up.】

Meng Jing fell silent.

Zhong Xun chuckled; this man was still shameless.

The aunt standing to the side was slightly stunned. In her memory, Young Master Zhong was either holed up in his room or stormed out of the house in a huff, followed by arguments and cold wars with his husband. Over the years, everyone had become numb to it.

Sometimes, even Auntie feels that no matter how much money you have, it's still pitiful if you don't have a harmonious family relationship. This villa has been gloomy and lifeless for years.

"I'm finished eating. Please clean up." Zhong Xun stood up.

The auntie quickly replied, "Of course, of course."

There were two car keys in the bedside table. Puppet didn't like driving, so he always had a driver wherever he went. Mainly because of his personality, he was also prone to road rage.

Zhong Xun made a smooth turn and opened the driver's side window.

He stood in the wind and then dialed Li Mi's number.

The voice on the other end was muffled, clearly still asleep, "Hey, Brother Chung."

In fact, Zhong Xun is a year younger than Li Mi. This "brother" is a respectful title given out of deference due to the difference in their wealth and status.

"Did you stay up all night again last night?" Zhong Xun asked.

His voice softened, making Li Mi feel uneasy. She sat up abruptly. "Brother Zhong, is there anything I can help you with?"

Li Mi is slow-witted. He was Zhong Xun's follower in high school and hasn't made much progress over the years. His family runs two small, run-down factories and relies on orders from Huaigu Group to make ends meet.

Although they are much better off than ordinary people, in the current environment, no one wants to lose the means to make a living.

So even though Li Mi was called Zhong Xun's dog, he bowed his head and accepted it for the sake of his family's business.

In his previous life, Li Mi tried to persuade the puppet to no avail, and the two eventually fell out. However, in the subsequent dangerous situations, Li Mi secretly informed the puppet when he received the news, showing that he was a soft-hearted person.

Zhong Xun had booked a table at the bar, but Li Mi arrived before him.

You could tell she was in a hurry to leave; she had a tuft of hair sticking up on her head, was wearing a black tracksuit, had short hair, was slightly overweight, but had fair skin and regular features.

Upon seeing Zhong Xun, Li Mi immediately offered to pour him wine.

Zhong Xun pressed down with two fingers to stop him, "I'm not drinking anymore."

Li Mi finally got a good look at Zhong Xun. To be honest, it took him a moment to recognize her; he didn't even recognize her at first glance.

"Brother Chung, you..."

Zhong Xun sat down, staring at Li Mi. "Long time no see."

"Long time?" Li Mi scratched his head. "We just saw each other a few days ago."

Zhong Xun chuckled, not dwelling on the issue, and asked the waiter to replace the wine with tea. Li Mi secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he couldn't drink anymore either. He had been drinking with customers until midnight last night, and when he woke up this morning, the ceiling was spinning at high speed.

After sipping two mouthfuls of hot tea, Li Mi sighed contentedly.

"Brother Zhong," Li Mi whispered, "Did that Qi Tian provoke you again? Any plans? I'll take care of him for you!"

Zhong Xun stared at this unremarkable young man. For the sake of the family business, he did whatever the puppet told him to do. Did he have no ability to distinguish right from wrong? Yes, he did, but for the sake of that self-righteous friendship, Li Mi chose to ignore it. Therefore, he was the most suitable person to be slapped in the face by the protagonist. In the end, he was crushed by the wheels of the plot and left without a trace.

If Zhong Xun was a vicious cannon fodder, then Li Mi didn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

"Here, take this." Zhong Xun pushed a bank card in front of Li Mi.

Li Mi was taken aback, not understanding, and said somewhat anxiously, "Brother Zhong, what are you doing..."

"Thank you for all these years," Zhong Xun said. "The money here is enough for your father's factory to keep going. From now on, you can work diligently, and Huaigu will have no shortage of orders, I guarantee it."

Li Mi stared at the bank card for a few seconds, then looked up and asked, "Brother Zhong, are you trying to distance yourself from me?"

"No," Zhong Xun continued, "It's about letting you start over. Of course, so do I. Let's forget about Qi Tian from now on. He's not worth our time and effort."

After a moment of digestion, Li Mi stared intently at Zhong Xun's face, making sure it wasn't a joke, before suddenly grinning foolishly, "Brother Zhong! You should have done this a long time ago!"