What's Wrong With Rear-Ending Your Arranged Marriage Partner? He Totally Loves It - Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Can’t get it up in bed, but can hit a target perfectly

Song Corporation.

Song Shichang walked out of the elevator with a dark expression. Last night, during a business dinner, a client had slipped a young beauty into his hotel room.

The result was the painful discovery that his spirit was willing, but his flesh was weak.

His mood was already terrible. Before he even stepped into his office, he heard a commotion inside.

He had a belly full of frustration with nowhere to vent. He immediately shouted at the room full of chattering employees:

“What are you doing?!”

“Making such a racket, do you think this is a food market?!”

The office fell silent instantly, a deathly hush.

The secretary turned to see Song Shichang standing at the office entrance, her phone, which had been pressed to her ear, dropped to her side. She stammered:

“Mr. Song, something… something has happened…”

Recently, with the help of Qi Capital, the Song Corporation’s stock price had surged, and it had a steady stream of new projects. The company’s market value was growing.

Song Shichang and Song Huai had been simply raking in money. Every day, they would wake up, go to the office just for show, and then go off to do whatever they pleased.

Until today.

To be precise, until a few hours ago.

Qi Capital suddenly withdrew from a major project collaboration with the Song Corporation. In the business world, any hint of trouble spreads quickly. Other collaborating companies followed suit, canceling their partnerships one after another.

In just a few hours, the Song Corporation’s stock price plummeted, and a serious problem with its cash flow began to emerge.

In the CEO’s office.

Song Shichang listened to his secretary’s stuttering report, holding a tablet and watching the stock price fall every minute. His bl00d pressure surged, and he nearly suffered a stroke on the couch.

The frosted glass door was suddenly pushed open. A figure barged in and was immediately met with the ashtray Song Shichang grabbed from his desk and threw.

“Get out!”

He thought it was some undisciplined employee who didn’t even knock on the door. His company wasn’t bankrupt yet!

He hadn’t expected that while he couldn’t perform in bed, his aim was still perfectly precise.

The person at the door had just pushed it open when the flying crystal ashtray hit them squarely on the head, in the exact same spot where Song Cun had hit them a few days ago, which had just gotten a few stitches.

The “Dad, something’s wrong” that Song Huai was about to say turned into a horrified “Ah!”

Then, with bl00d gushing from his head, he collapsed to the floor.

“Son!”

Song Shichang’s face turned ashen. He stumbled over the scattered cigarette butts on the floor and scrambled to check on the unconscious Song Huai.

“Call an ambulance, quick!” Song Shichang yelled at his stunned secretary.

Just then, someone else rushed in, panicking.

He was in such a hurry that he forgot to knock, pushing the door open with quite a bit of force.

Song Huai, who hadn’t completely passed out yet, was brutally hit again by the forcefully opened glass door. He let out a painful scream before truly losing consciousness.

“What are you doing! What in the world are you trying to do?!”

Song Shichang was furious and anxious, shouting at the financial director who had just burst through the door.

The financial director was already flustered. Seeing his boss’s son on the floor in a pool of bl00d, and realizing he might have caused it by pushing the door, his face went pale with fright. He collapsed onto the floor on the spot.

But he didn’t forget why he was there. His pale lips trembling, he said to Song Shichang:

“Mr. Song, the tax… the tax bureau is on its way to conduct an audit…”

“What… what?!”

Projects canceled, stock price plummeting, cash flow cut off, his son’s head cracked open by his own hand, and now a tax audit…

In just one afternoon, the Song Corporation was on the verge of ruin!

Song Shichang’s pupils constricted. A mouthful of bl00d welled up in his throat…