The Tycoon's Fierce Pampering of His Wife

"Bro, where's the woman?" Qin Tingjie's fox-like eyes swept around, but he did not see anyone, which made him quite surprised. "She didn't leave, did she?"

His eyes intently fixed on the face of their leader, a face that could provoke the wrath of gods and men alike. Seeing no trace of joy on his face, but instead a look of gloom,

he couldn't help but feel a jolt of anxiety. Could it be?

Did that woman truly leave?

He found it hard to imagine, knowing that just his leader's face could make many women obsessed to the point of desperation, willing to throw themselves at him.

Yet here someone had managed to ignore their leader's charm, not just once, but repeatedly escaping from right under his watch.

Such a thing was truly unprecedented.

Qia Huo was equally astonished, a glint of curiosity flashing in his eyes as he looked at Huangfu Zheng.

Huangfu Zheng, the subject of their conversation, felt his anger surge on his commanding face: "Everyone get the hell out..."

"Boss, really? That woman actually doesn't want to be with you?" Qin Tingjie ignored Huangfu Zheng's rage, starting to appraise their leader from head to toe.

Looks? Definitely no problem there. Wealth? Just this house alone, the woman must know its worth, right?

If neither his looks nor his wealth could ensnare that woman, could it possibly be...

Qin Tingjie suddenly asked, "Boss, could it be that you couldn't perform that night, and the woman was dissatisfied with that?" He stroked his chin, thinking it more and more likely.

He had indeed overlooked this possibility. Their leader had abstained from women for so many years—could it really be because he was impotent?

Hearing this remark, Huangfu Zheng's aura became even more menacing, his anger seeming to radiate without cost, his face darkening fiercely.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, like swords shooting towards Qin Tingjie, who, reacting with a furious but joking smile, said, "Are you saying I'm incompetent?"

This smile was so chilling it made Qin Tingjie retreat several steps involuntarily, replying with an awkward smile, "A slip of the tongue, brother, how could you possibly be incompetent?"

Huangfu Zheng just continued to coldly smile at him, without a word.

To Qin Tingjie, that expression felt like the gaze of a devil. He strained to suppress the quiver in his heart, grinning awkwardly, "Bro, don't smile like that, I get scared easily, don't freak me out! I'm just trying to analyze the problem for you, so you can make that woman yours, right?"

Huangfu Zheng snorted, withdrawing his gaze, "Don't ever mention that woman in front of me again!" Since she was not interested in him, why should he bother? Was he the kind to lose his dignity over this?

His pride could not be tarnished. It was just a woman, after all. What's so big deal!

Seeing his leader's reaction, Qin Tingjie wondered if he was really going to give up just like that. So he probed, "Bro, should I set you up with someone even more beautiful?"

Huangfu Zheng glared at him with a look sharp as a knife, scoffing, "Do I look like someone who's desperate for women? Or have you become addicted to playing matchmaker?"

"..." Playing matchmaker. Qin Tingjie felt as though his heart had been pierced by ten thousand arrows.

How could someone as handsome and striking as him possibly be that.

At this moment, the doorbell rang outside. The faces of the three men in the room all turned serious at once, and Huangfu Zheng thought for a second, then spat out disdainfully, "Damn it..."

He of course knew who was at the door.

He hadn't expected her to get the news so quickly and come charging over this fast!

Thinking about having to deal with her later made Huangfu Zheng's face even more sullen.