Can't afford to pay for the takeout? Stunning CEO: Then pay with your body!

Chapter 98 Big Reward!

The air in the conference room seemed to have been sucked out, leaving only the whooshing sound of the central air conditioning.

Everyone's gaze was fixed on Nie Hongmei like nails.

The usually arrogant finance director was now deathly pale, his foundation streaked with cold sweat, making him look both comical and terrifying.

"I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Nie Hongmei suddenly stood up, and because she moved too quickly, her knee hit the table leg, causing her face to contort in pain.

She pointed at Zhang Yan, her fingers trembling violently: "Zhang Yan! Stop making false accusations! I'm Qingcheng's aunt! Would I harm her?"

"That USB drive..."

Nie Hongmei's eyes darted around, her voice sharp as fingernails scratching a blackboard, "Those are my private photos!"

"I don't want it to be seen on my work computer. What's wrong with taking it home? Is it illegal?"

"As for the remittance from Tianqing Capital..."

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to straighten her back. "That's money my son earned doing business abroad!"

"What does this have to do with the company?"

"What right do you have to access my private account? This is an invasion of privacy! I'm going to sue you!"

These words were shouted at the top of their lungs, and had a somewhat bluffing quality to them.

Chairman Liu, as if grasping at a straw, quickly chimed in, "That's right! President Nie, this is, after all, your family matter."

"Isn't it too hasty to label someone a corporate spy based solely on a blurry video and a transaction record of dubious authenticity?"

"Hasty?"

Zhang Yan finally looked away from his phone screen.

On the screen, "Happy Match" has just been completed, emitting a crisp "Unbelievable" sound.

He tossed his phone onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and casually crossed his long legs. His nonchalant demeanor was completely out of place in this serious setting.

"Auntie, do you think that as long as you flush the USB drive down the drain or format the phone, there will be no way to prove it?"

Zhang Yan picked up the lollipop on the table and twirled it between his fingers.

"Modern technology is so advanced that some marks can't be erased."

Nie Hongmei's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Don't try to fool me, I have nothing to hide!"

"Alright, then let everyone hear what your 'shadow' has to say."

Zhang Yan stretched out his finger and gently tapped the phone screen.

"I accidentally hacked into your phone's cloud backup while playing a game, and then accidentally restored a call recording that you deleted yesterday."

"I'm so sorry, I was too fast."

As soon as the words were spoken, clear audio came through the phone's speaker.

That was Nie Hongmei's voice, filled with barely suppressed greed and excitement:

"Hey? Mr. Zhao? I've got the stuff... Yes, the complete set of bid data, along with the design drawings... Five million won't do!"

"I want ten million!"

"And it must be transferred to my son's account in Switzerland... Don't worry, that brat Nie Qingcheng has gone to Beijing to meet her lover, the company is just an empty shell now, no one will find out..."

A deathly silence.

This recording was like a resounding slap in the face, striking Nie Hongmei and every director present.

Every single word was crystal clear.

Every word she uttered nailed Nie Hongmei to the pillar of shame.

Just moments ago, Nie Hongmei was clamoring to sue Zhang Yan for violating her privacy. Now, she seemed to have lost her backbone, slumped in her chair, her lips trembling, but unable to utter a sound.

It’s over.

It's all over.

She never expected that even though she had deleted the recording and even used encrypted calling, this seemingly gigolo would find it.

Zhang Yan shrugged, picked up his phone, and reopened the match-3 game.

"Ugh, this level is so hard, I have to start all over again."

He spoke casually, as if he had just casually swatted a fly.

Nie Qingcheng slowly stood up.

The expression on her face had changed from initial shock and heartache to utter coldness.

"aunt."

Nie Qingcheng walked up to Nie Hongmei and looked down at this blood relative.

"My parents passed away early, and over the years, I have respected you as if you were my own mother."

"If you want power, I'll give you the position of CFO."

"If you want money, I'll give you an extra 20% of the company's annual dividends."

"But I didn't expect you to want to sell me."

"Qingcheng! Qingcheng, let me explain!"

Nie Hongmei lunged forward, trying to grab Nie Qingcheng's skirt, "I was bewitched!"

"It was that General Manager Zhao... Tianqing Capital forced me into this!"

"Qingcheng, please forgive me this time! I'm your own aunt!"

Nie Qingcheng took a half step back, avoiding her hand.

"Linda."

Linda, the secretary who had been waiting outside the door, immediately pushed the door open and came in, followed by four burly security guards.

"Call the police."

Nie Qingcheng's voice was very steady, so steady it was frightening, "Transfer all the evidence to the Economic Crime Investigation Division."

"Commercial fraud, leaking trade secrets, and embezzlement have prompted the Ministry of Justice to file the maximum prosecution charges."

"He should be sentenced to the full amount he is due, not a single day less."

"yes!"

"No! You can't do this! I'm your elder! Nie Qingcheng, you heartless ingrate... Ugh!"

Nie Hongmei tried to throw a tantrum, but two security guards grabbed her from both sides. One of them, annoyed by her noise, covered her mouth and dragged her out of the conference room like a dead dog.

The screeching sound of high heels scraping against the ground gradually faded into the distance.

The meeting room fell silent again.

But this time, the silence carried a chilling, ominous feel.

Nie Qingcheng turned around, placed her hands on the conference table, and slowly swept her gaze across everyone present with a sharp, piercing look.

The few minority shareholders who had just been urging Chairman Liu to resign were now all bowing their heads, wishing they could bury their heads in their pants, not daring to utter a sound.

Even the most arrogant Chairman Liu had beads of sweat on his forehead, his hand holding the pen trembled incessantly, and the ink smeared a large stain on the document.

It's too cruel.

This woman has truly gone mad; she even sent her own aunt to prison.

What terrified them even more was the young man sitting next to Nie Qingcheng, who was playing on his phone.

From beginning to end, he didn't get angry, didn't slam his fist on the table, and didn't even say a harsh word.

He just sat there quietly, eating candy and playing games, yet he managed to cripple a senior executive of the group while chatting and laughing.

This unfathomable method is even more chilling than Nie Qingcheng's blatant violence.

"Chairman Liu."

Nie Qingcheng suddenly spoke up and called out names.

Mr. Liu shuddered, and the pen in his hand fell to the table with a "clatter".

"Yes...yes!"

Chairman Liu wiped his sweat, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. "President Nie, what are your orders?"

"What did you suggest just now?"

Nie Qingcheng tilted her head, seemingly recalling something seriously, "Initiate emergency accountability procedures? Remove me from office?"

"It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"

Chairman Liu shook his head violently, his fat face jiggling. "I... I was misled by Nie Hongmei!"

"I'm doing this for the company's good! Now that the mole has been caught, then... then naturally, Mr. Nie, you should continue to lead us!"

"Yes, yes, yes! President Nie is wise and capable!"

"Thanks to President Nie and... and Mr. Zhang, the company's losses were averted!"

Other shareholders echoed this sentiment, fearing that if they were even a second late, they would be liquidated.

Nie Qingcheng gave a cold laugh.

"Since everyone agrees, let's adjourn the meeting."

She straightened up and straightened her clothes. "However, starting tomorrow, I don't want to see any more gossip about this incident at the company."

"In addition, I think it's time to put the reorganization of the board of directors on the agenda."

This statement is a blatant threat.

Anyone who dares to have any disloyal thoughts will face the same fate as Nie Hongmei.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The board members felt as if they had been granted a pardon and fled the meeting room as if they were escaping. When they passed by Zhang Yan, they all subconsciously walked around him, their eyes filled with awe.

In less than a minute, the huge conference room was empty.

Only Zhang Yan and Nie Qingcheng remained.

"Unbelievable!"

The sound effect of completing the level came through the phone again.

Zhang Yan stretched, put his phone back in his pocket, picked up the lollipop on the table that was now just a stick, and threw it into the trash can.

"Done, that's it."

He stood up, walked to Nie Qingcheng's side, and looked at her still tense profile.

"What? Still not enough killing?"

Zhang Yan waved his hand in front of her eyes, "Everyone's gone, no need to be so formal, President Nie."

Nie Qingcheng's tense shoulders suddenly slumped.

She seemed to have all her strength drained away; her body went limp, and she collapsed directly into Zhang Yan's arms.

Zhang Yan reacted quickly, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to his chest.

"Tired?"

"Um."

Nie Qingcheng buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of vulnerability, "I'm tired."

Sending your aunt, whom you watched grow up, to prison is a bitter experience.

Even though she is a queen who is high and mighty, she is still made of flesh and blood.

"Go home and sleep if you're tired."

Zhang Yan gently patted her back, as if coaxing a child, "Anyway, the mouse has been caught, let Linda clean up the mess."

Nie Qingcheng snuggled against him, took a deep breath, and greedily inhaled the faint scent of shower gel on his body.

That was her only source of security.

It took her a while to raise her head.

Those peach blossom eyes, which had been somewhat dim, now lit up again, with a hint of moisture, staring straight at Zhang Yan.

"husband."

"Um?"

"You were really cool just now."

Nie Qingcheng's fingers twirled on the buttons of his shirt. "You scared those old foxes so badly they wet their pants just by playing Candy Crush. You're quite the gigolo."

"So-so, third in the world."

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "It's mainly because my wife is a good teacher."

Stop being so cheeky.

Nie Qingcheng suddenly tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, her warm breath tickling his neck.

"You said you were interrupted on the plane, that doesn't count."

Her voice became somewhat cloying, with a hint of alluring charm, "Now that the crisis is over, I'm off work."

"Given your excellent performance tonight, saving this CEO from billions in losses..."

Nie Qingcheng's fingers slid down his chest and finally stopped on his belt buckle, gently hooking it.

"I've decided to give you a big reward."

Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen.

This woman is simply a vixen.

"What reward?"

Zhang Yan's voice was a little hoarse, "Cash or stock?"

"Tacky."

Nie Qingcheng rolled her eyes at him, then grabbed his tie and pulled him outside.

"Come to my office."

"The floor-to-ceiling windows there... offer a great view, overlooking the entire nightscape of Jinghai."

"and……"

She turned around, biting her lower lip with a seductive look in her eyes, "The soundproofing is top-notch too."

Zhang Yan watched her swaying figure from behind, sighed helplessly, and then quickly followed after her.