In the video, Song Ge was intimately hugging a strange man. Zhai Cheng would bet his bottom dollar that he had never seen this man before.
Even though anger was boiling inside him, Zhai Cheng still maintained a polite smile. He put down the tablet and calmly said, "Leng Jing, I've watched it. You can go back now."
Leng Jing was incredulous at Zhai Cheng's reaction. She pressed her hands on the table and glanced at the progress bar. "You've watched it all?" The progress bar did show that the video had been fully watched. It couldn't be! If he had really watched it all, how could Uncle remain so calm?
"Aren't you going to say anything after watching it? Huh?" Leng Jing asked with a puzzled look on her face.
"Nothing." Zhai Cheng replied with a dark face. "Leng Jing, you know your uncle's personality. I don't want to repeat myself. You can leave now."
"Uncle." Leng Jing held the tablet and coquettishly said, "Why are you mad at me! It's Song Ge who has let you down, Uncle. You should scold Song Ge!" Leng Jing was so angry that she wanted to stamp her feet. Song Ge had behaved so intimately with a strange man, but Uncle wasn't even angry. Instead, he was scolding her. Had that woman put some kind of spell on Uncle?
"Are you done?" Zhai Cheng's face was calm, showing no sign of emotion. "If you are, you can leave. Leng Jing, no matter what your purpose is, I can only tell you that you should go back."
"Uncle..." Leng Jing bit her lips and looked at the tablet defiantly. The evidence was conclusive. Why was Uncle still so stubborn? She thought, "It's just a woman. Is she really that special to him? Uncle wasn't like this before!"
"If you still consider me your uncle, you can go back." Zhai Cheng started to lower his head and focus on his work, not even glancing at Leng Jing.
Leng Jing snorted and stormed out angrily.
After Leng Jing left, Zhai Cheng picked up the tablet again and watched it. He tried to convince himself that the woman in the video wasn't Song Ge. Song Ge loved him so much. How could she be so intimate with another man? But he was Zhai Cheng, who knew Song Ge so well. Even if only her back was shown, he could recognize her at a glance.
Zhai Cheng licked the back of his gums. The anger in his heart was about to burst out. He called his junior assistant in, showed him the video, and without caring about the assistant's shock, said, "I'll give you thirty minutes to find out all the information about the man in the video."
The junior assistant nodded blankly and left, but his inner gossip instinct was on high alert.
The junior assistant rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Oh my god! The people in that video were actually Song Ge and a strange man. No wonder the CEO looked at me as if he wanted to eat me alive."
Despite his shock, the junior assistant quickly found out the man's information. It wasn't difficult to find. After he was done, he handed the information to Zhai Cheng. Fortunately, Zhai Cheng didn't get angry. He calmly read through everything and then told the assistant to go back.
Even when he left the office, the junior assistant still couldn't believe that the CEO had said nothing. It was so strange. He shook his head.
Zhai Cheng sat on his chair, supporting his forehead against the backrest. His head ached terribly, as if someone was pricking him with needles. He felt uncomfortable all over.
Zhai Cheng sat in his office for a while. When it was time to get off work, he stayed in the company for another half an hour before going home.
Song Ge cooked dinner at the usual time, but Zhai Cheng was a bit late. When Zhai Cheng came back, Song Ge went to open the door. She noticed that Zhai Cheng didn't look well. His forehead was like a dark cloud, and his brows were tightly knitted.
Song Ge found it strange. Zhai Cheng rarely brought his work - related emotions home. Could it be that he had encountered another difficult problem like last time?
"Zhai Cheng, what's wrong? You don't look happy."
Zhai Cheng casually threw his coat on the sofa, rolled up his cuffs, and said expressionlessly, "Do I?"
Song Ge felt something was off. She shook her head. "It's good if I'm wrong. If you encounter any difficulties at work, you must tell me immediately."
Zhai Cheng nodded, as if the person talking to him was just a stranger, not his beloved lover.
Song Ge bit her lips. Zhai Cheng had already sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks to start eating.
Song Ge also sat down. The atmosphere at the dinner table was extremely oppressive. Zhai Cheng didn't say a word the whole time, as if Song Ge didn't even exist.
Song Ge felt a great sense of disappointment. She licked her teeth, put down her chopsticks, and hesitantly said, "Zhai Cheng, do you have something on your mind? If you do, you can..."
"I'm eating."
His words were cold and emotionless. Song Ge replied disappointedly with an "oh" and felt very aggrieved.
"Zhai Cheng, what's wrong? If you..."
"I said I'm eating." Zhai Cheng repeated, looking up at Song Ge. "Didn't you hear me?"
"I... I... I..." Song Ge suddenly stammered. "I'm sorry!" She didn't even know why she was apologizing.
"No need." Zhai Cheng chewed the food in his mouth. After finishing, he gently wiped his mouth with a napkin and then threw it into the trash can. His movements were very elegant.
"I'm done. I'll go upstairs first." Zhai Cheng's attitude towards her took a complete turn.
"Okay." Song Ge replied quickly. After Zhai Cheng went upstairs, Song Ge didn't move. She stared at Zhai Cheng's chopsticks and bowl, lost in thought.
Something was wrong!
Song Ge shook her head. Zhai Cheng must be hiding something from her. He had never treated her like this before. Had she unknowingly done something to make him angry? But she was sure she hadn't. Song Ge wracked her brains but still couldn't figure out what she had done to offend Zhai Cheng.
Moreover, Zhai Cheng had never reacted like this when he was angry with her before.
If it wasn't her fault and not work - related, then what could be the reason?
Forget it. Song Ge slapped the table and stood up. She comforted herself that Zhai Cheng might be under too much work pressure. Maybe he just didn't feel like talking when he got home. It was normal.
She remembered that she used to not want to talk to anyone when she was under great work pressure. Thinking this way, Song Ge finally felt better. It seemed that she hadn't cared enough about Zhai Cheng. This incident reminded Song Ge that she couldn't just stay at home watching TV all day. She should also take the time to care about Zhai Cheng's emotions.
Song Ge smiled and started to clear the table. Meanwhile, in a place where Song Ge couldn't see, Zhai Cheng was sitting at the end of the bed, looking at the video on his phone. His eyes were wide with anger, and he was squeezing the phone so hard that it was almost deformed. Zhai Cheng sighed, put down the phone, and slowly closed his eyes. How he wished he had never seen the video in the first place. He could just pretend he didn't see it, and then he wouldn't have so many troubles.