CEO, Your Wife Is Eating Curry at the Police Station

Meng Yichen was at the final negotiation table for the acquisition of Fan Shengmei’s company when he got a call from the police station. A woman’s languid voice came through the phone: “Your wife got into a fight. Bail is three thousand yuan.” He frowned and replied coldly, “Sorry, I’m not married.” But when he arrived at the station, he saw a familiar figure eagerly handing snacks to the officers. “Try some, officer. Curry flavor, air-freighted from India.” His eyes fell on the woman’s wristwatch. It was the jade bangle passed down through the Meng family. His gaze darkened. “Director Fan, did you steal my late mother’s keepsake just to trade it for a meal in the detention center?”