Zhou's Dad's hand froze in midair, no longer daring to pick up food for Fang Ping.
He worried Fang Ping wouldn't eat.
Judging by the little brat's behavior, Fang Ping really might refuse the food.
The livestream viewers saw this and couldn't stop laughing.
"President Zhou!"
"I'll do it!"
"I'm almost done eating."
The female secretary said understandingly.
"Alright!"
Zhou's Dad nodded, then stopped bothering with Fang Ping and ate his own food.
This little brat had kept him so busy that he himself hadn't eaten enough.
...
"Father-in-law, is this being held back?"
"Lord, won't you even give your father-in-law face?"
"Father-in-law, your son-in-law cheers for you—don't chicken out."
"Haha, too late! Father-in-law already chickened out."
"Lord, let's be honest—you really need a female secretary."
"Lord, I'll be your secretary, how about that?"
"Lord: Ugh!"
...
Meanwhile, the female secretary patiently fed Fang Ping bite by bite.
Fang Ping ate a few mouthfuls, then simply jumped onto her long legs.
Isn't it better to eat like this? Lying down feels more comfortable.
He looked quite pleased, his tail curling slightly.
Just then, someone else came over to greet them.
"President Zhou, what an honorable guest—so rare to see you."
A woman in her forties entered the private room!
She was somewhat short and plump, but dressed luxuriously.
Wearing a custom high-end gown, holding a designer handbag, and sporting large diamond rings on her fingers.
However, her tone was sarcastic and far from polite.
Zhou's Dad frowned briefly, then relaxed again.
Although he was powerful and wealthy, he wasn't without rivals.
This middle-aged woman was his business competitor.
They had clashed many times openly and behind the scenes.
She had come specifically to provoke him.
Her company had long been suppressed by Zhou's Dad's firm, leaving her very resentful.
She believed Zhou's Dad had stolen her business and caused her to lose a lot of money.
But this woman was like that—though she was losing, she still had to come stir the pot.
After all, if you're already losing, might as well vent some frustration.
Her earlier words were clearly deliberately provocative.
"So that's who it is!"
"Boss Wu wants to see me."
"It's just a phone invitation, why wouldn't I accept?"
Zhou's Dad said calmly.
He certainly wasn't afraid of Boss Wu.
"I wouldn't be so reckless."
"Otherwise, people would say I'm rude."
"President Zhou brings a cat to dinner?"
The woman had apparently just spotted Fang Ping lying on the female secretary's long legs.
In fact, she had come just because she heard Zhou's Dad brought a cat—so she came to provoke.
"That's my daughter's cat, temporarily entrusted to me. I'm just helping take care of it."
Zhou's Dad replied lightly.
"Cats are..."
"Actually not very lucky."
"You'd better get rid of it early—just for your daughter's own good."
The middle-aged woman finally found a chance to strike back.
Fang Ping looked up and gave the woman an annoyed glare.
What's going on?
Why bring me up when you're talking about yourself?
Not lucky?
Damn it, another fool who can't talk properly?
The woman didn't care about Fang Ping's stare; she didn't know the cat understood human speech.
Zhou's Dad didn't warn her either.
This is your provocation, not my problem.
Anyway, whatever that cat does, I won't be responsible.
"My daughter likes this cat."
"It's good."
"How she treats the cat is her own business, and it's nobody else's concern."
Zhou's Dad hinted that the woman was meddling unnecessarily.
"I'm just trying to be kind!"
"President Zhou!"
"Don't blame me—cats are bad luck for your daughter, don't say I didn't warn you."
The middle-aged woman said sarcastically again.
Zhou's Dad's face darkened a bit. This woman was too hateful, always bringing up his daughter.
Zhou Chenchen was already ill, and this made him uneasy.
The woman saw Zhou's Dad's expression and felt smug, about to continue when suddenly—
A waiter hurriedly ran in.
"Boss!"
"Bad news."
"A snake prepared in the kitchen is missing."
He reported to the restaurant owner.
The restaurant owner's expression changed immediately.
"President Zhou!"
"I'll go check."
He said to Zhou's Dad.
Zhou's Dad nodded. When this happens, the owner surely can't stay in the private room.
If the snake bit a guest, the owner would be ruined—these guests were no ordinary people.
As the restaurant owner hurried out, Zhou's Dad prepared to ask the woman to leave.
He didn't want to see her anymore.
At that moment, Fang Ping twitched his ears.
There seemed to be some movement in the private room's bathroom.
His wide cat eyes stared over.
His reaction caught Zhou's Dad's attention.
"Lord, what do you hear?"
He knew cats had very sensitive hearing.
Before Fang Ping could turn back, a snake as thick as two fingers suddenly darted out of the bathroom.
Everyone in the room was terrified.
They didn't know if the snake was venomous, so naturally they were afraid.
After all, city folks rarely saw snakes.
And they'd all heard how scary snakes can be.
Zhou's Dad and the female secretary's faces changed.
The middle-aged woman quietly trembled—she was more afraid of snakes than anyone.
The snake didn't leave but slithered directly toward the dining table.
The female secretary turned pale; the middle-aged woman screamed.
Then!
A flash of golden light.
Fang Ping leapt up—he wasn't afraid of snakes.
Besides, this snake was just an ordinary one, no venom at all.
"Lord, be careful."
Zhou's Dad frowned, warning him.
He knew Fang Ping could hear him.
If anything happened to Lord, his daughter definitely wouldn't forgive him.
He was about to step forward to help.
But Fang Ping had already jumped beside the snake.
He raised his front paw, sharp claws grasping the snake's vulnerable spot.
He was very strong.
Soon!
The snake was dead.
But the two women in the private room didn't realize this—
The female secretary was a bit better, but the middle-aged woman was still screaming at a high pitch.
Fang Ping shook his front paw, as if wanting to throw the snake away.
The dead snake flew out.
Whoosh!
It landed right on the middle-aged woman's head.
Fang Ping didn't even look up.
That's for calling me unlucky just now.
The middle-aged woman finally shut up, eyes rolling back, and she fainted on the spot.
When the restaurant owner rushed back, they hurriedly carried her away.
Zhou's Dad looked at the woman being carried off unconscious, then slowly walked to Fang Ping's side, squatting down with a faint smile.
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
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