We Are Meant To Be

The Bentley drove quickly to the Eastern District, and Christy Zhong knew that the rich part of the city was there.

She thought in a mess, what kind of ambition did Xinping Fang had to get James into her house?

A ball of hemp...cutting it constantly, still chaos constantly...

So upset and she looked out of the car window, at this moment, the car turned into a private driveway. Christy saw the sparkling waves under the moon, and recognized that she was at Luxiu Lake. Soon, the car pulled over and parked in front of a luxurious independent villa.

Ming Xiang and Junyan Zhang got out of the car to help James Feng out, and the maid also ran out of the villa to help.

"You, come out!" The grumpy Junyan turned to stare at Christy and ordered coldly.

Christy got off the car and held by Junyan like a prisoner, and stepping into the splendidly decorated living room.

Seeing Ming and the maid helping James to the second floor, Christy looked around the environment and furnishings. Seeing Junyan calling for a private doctor, she stepped aside.

After Junyan finished the call, she pointed to a door of the room and ordered Christy to enter, and then closed the door forcefully from outside, and temporarily locked Christy.

Christy looked at this seemingly maid's room, and had other way but settled. If she cannot avoid bad luck, she should calmly deal with it. She sat on the edge of the soft bed and closed her eyes to meditate. After a while, she gradually fell asleep...

"Hey! Wake up! Get up!" Christy heard Junyan's sharp voice, thinking that she was in a dream, raising her hand and rubbing her eyes.

Junyan was very impatient with her slow response, and her feet in high heels swept and kicked Christy in the feet.

Being kicked, Christy reflexively widened her eyes, sat up straight and stared at Junyan.

Junyan frowned tightly and glared back at Christy contemptuously: "You have done something terrible, how can you sleep so peacefully! Come with me!"

Who do terrible things? Christy stood up suddenly and wanted to explain, seeing Junyan turn and walk towards the door, without looking at her again.

She had to adapt to the circumstances, because after thinking about it repeatedly, she felt that Xinping Fang brought James back to her house very strange.

Junyan led Christy up to the second floor, unscrewed the first door on the right hand side, went in and turned on the light, and sat straight on the first single sofa chair, coldly pointing to the sofa chair for Christy to sit there.

Christy observed that this was a old study room and sat down calmly as instructed. Junyan pointed to the pen and paper on the long coffee table and opened her lips coldly: "Write down what happened tonight as it was!"

Christy turned her head slightly, concentrating on Junyan, really wanting to ask, who she was to talk to her like a owner to a maid?

Junyan was actually chilled by Christy's eyes. When she was about to intimidate Christy more, a string of footsteps sounded at the door.

The two women looked towards the door at the same time, it turned out that it was Ming Xiang who came. He approached and stared at Christy for an instant, then he asked Junyan: "Haven't explained the issue?"

When Junyan saw someone coming to help out on her side, she lifted her chin and shouted at Christy: "Will you write or not?!"

Christy gritted her teeth and held back her anger, reached out for the pen, leaned down and started writing on the paper.

In a few simple lines, without mentioning Xinping, she finished writing what she could explain, put down the pen and pushed it to Junyan.

Ming and Junyan watched the content together. A few seconds later, the two looked up at Christy with different expressions.

"Do you think we are fools?" Junyan took the lead and glared at Christy. "Are you trying to fool us?!"

Ming pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, half persuading and half threatening: "Miss Zhong, if you refuse to give us an explanation, we can only call the police." Call the police?!

Christy was shocked for a second, but she recovered quickly and said frankly: "Okay, then call the police!"

As soon as these words came out, Ming and Junyan were stunned. They didn't expect that Christy would be so stubborn and confident.

There was another steady footstep outside the door again.

Christy slowly turned her head to look, a tall and straight figure strode into the door.

Junyan hurriedly got up, but James Feng went directly to the leather chair behind the desk and took a seat, with cold arrow-like eyes covering Christy: "What's your name?"

"Christy Zhong." Christy swallowed nervously, and checking him now with better light.

The blood stains she scratched was clearly on his neck!

James's face became extremely cold as Christy moved away, and even the temples on his forehead were in a violent jump.

"Do you know who I am?" His cold voice was about to explode with anger.

This man was too strong and fierce, and Christy dared not look at him again, squeezing out from her teeth: "Yes, I know."

Ming's body shook a little, and he looked at Christy with a guilty conscience. James had already asked again: "How do you know me?"

"..." Christy subconsciously licked her dry lips: "I don't know you officially. I've seen your photos in magazines before. I went to your company for an interview this afternoon and I saw you from a distance at a glance, you are President Feng."

Oh, I see! He thought that the previous deal was exposed! Ming straddled his tight shoulders slightly.

The murderous spirit in James's cold eyes faded a bit, but he still stared at her: "Okay, then tell me how I met you there tonight, and how I was beaten like this by you.

"I don't know how you got there. I saw your car parked there when I went out, and then I saw you sitting in the back seat." Christy cleared everything as much as possible.

"You are full of nonsense with your eyes wide open!" Junyan on the side couldn't help but interject. She pointed at Christy: "Have you forgotten that there are surveillance and dash cams in this world?!"

Christy looked back at her seriously and replied: "Chief-Secretary Zhang, if the surveillance and driving recorder have given you the truth, why do you want me to write a report to explain what happened? Do you think I did a unlawful thing? Why not directly report to the police?"

"You!" Junyan was choked by Christy's interrogation.

"Alright!" James spoke at the right time: "You two go downstairs first, and I will ask her alone."

"Yes, Mr. Feng." Ming and Junyan responded respectfully at the same time, and together they shot Christy a warning look, and then closed the door and went out.

James leaned back on the back of the chair, with one elbow resting on the armrest, two fingers stroking his angular chin. His cold eyes flashed with unidentified light, "How did you learn about the recruitment of Chenxing Group?"

The strong pressure from him made Christy a little bit shy, and she felt all sweat in her palms.

She couldn't tell that Xinping told her about the job information. "I learned it from the job advertisements in the newspaper."