<h4>Chapter 862: Chapter 864: Back to Work</h4>


    Huo Tianqian finished speaking, and everyone raised their sses and continued drinking.


    After a few rounds, Chu Ge was also feeling a bit tipsy.


    This time, he didn’t use True Qi to expel the alcohol from his body because this wasn’t one of those formal gatherings, and everyone was just following their inclinations.


    After dinner, Chu Ge sat on the sofa. He took out his phone; he hadn’t checked it all day and was slightly taken aback when he didn’t see a message from Mu Bingtong.


    Usually, she would have sent a message by this time. Could she still be working overtime?


    Thinking about this, Chu Ge decided to call her. The phone rang for quite a while before it was answered.


    "Hello?" Mu Bingtong’s tired voice came through, followed by some coughing, but she quickly held it back and asked in a calm tone, "Are you done with work?"


    Although Mu Bingtong quickly tried to cover it up, Chu Ge still heard her cough. He frowned slightly, concerned, and asked, "What’s wrong? Have you caught a cold?"


    Mu Bingtong shook her head, feeling warmth in her heart, "No, I just identally choked a bit."


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    Chu Ge’s concern truly warmed Mu Bingtong’s heart. Ever since her father went abroad, she had been alone in managing such a hugepany, tirelessly busy,ing back to a solitary vi.


    Shen Yaoyao is still too young to understand the helplessness of life, and besides, whenever Bingtong returns, Yaoyao is already asleep, so even if she wants someone to talk to, there’s no one.


    Mu Bingtong sighed silently and asked, "Have you eaten?"


    Chu Ge nodded, "It’ste already, I’ve eaten. You haven’t eaten yet, have you?"


    Mu Bingtong paused and then nced at the time, realizing it’s already nine o’clock. She coughed lightly, "I..."


    Before she could finish, her stomach growled inappropriately.


    The sound wasn’t loud, but Chu Ge, with his good hearing, still caught some noises through the phone.


    Chu Ge sighed, somewhat helplessly said, "Are you still in the office?"


    Mu Bingtong responded with a hum, thinking that nothing can be hidden from Chu Ge.


    "Don’t keep working overtime, don’t exhaust yourself."


    Mu Bingtong responded with a hum. She wanted to tell Chu Ge, tell him about what’s been happening in Shanghai, tell him she’s reaching her limit.


    Yet she knew she couldn’t, because there’s a summit happening in the Capital City, and she can’t distract Chu Ge.


    Chu Ge was feeling a bit dizzy; he bent over to pick up an apple from the coffee table and took a bite.


    "I understand, you should rest early too. Once I’m done here, I’ll go rest."


    Mu Bingtong thought for a long time but couldn’t say the words. She sighed and then hung up the phone.


    Looking at the dark screen of his phone, Chu Ge felt something was off, but now his head was fuzzy, unable to think about it too much.


    Chu Ge pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning on the sofa, closed his eyes to calm his thoughts.


    Ouyang Die knew Chu Ge had drunk quite a bit, and everyone else was drunk too, so she thoughtfully went to prepare some sobering soup.


    "Mr. Chu, I made some sobering soup, please have a bit."


    Ouyang Die carried the soup over to the sofa, offering it to Chu Ge.


    Chu Ge slowly opened his eyes, took the bowl, and said to Ouyang Die, "Thank you."


    Ouyang Die smiled, "No need to be so polite, Mr. Chu."


    Chu Ge also smiled, "Miss Ouyang, in Shanghai, you are the Ouyang family’s darling, but here in the Capital City, you’re cooking for us. These rough tasks should not be done by a youngdy like you, it’s quite hard on you."


    Ouyang Die chuckled somewhat shyly, "Actually, it’s nothing. Cooking is something I willingly do. After all, I can’t stay here for free."


    Chu Ge smiled and said nothing more.


    Suddenly, his phone chimed. He opened it, a message from Mu Bingtong.


    The content of the message surprised him, stirring ripples in his heart.


    Chu Ge’s lips curled into an unnoticed curve; Mu Bingtong actually sent a message saying she misses him.


    This isn’t Mu Bingtong’s usual style.


    Though he found it hard to believe it was from Mu Bingtong, there was still a hint of excitement in his heart.


    Ouyang Die watched from the side, seeing Chu Ge break into the pure appearance of a young man in his early twenties, she couldn’t help but feel slightly lost.


    Someone who can make Chu Ge show such a blissful expression must be very important to him, right?


    "Mr. Chu, the sobering soup is getting cold, please drink it quickly, I’ll go tidy up the kitchen."


    Ouyang Die didn’t want to stay any longer, so she got up quickly and hurried into the kitchen.


    Her footsteps were brisk, but luckily, all of Chu Ge’s attention was on the phone, and he didn’t notice Ouyang Die’s awkwardness.


    Chu Ge opened the message box, typed a line wanting to send it to Mu Bingtong, but after thinking for a while, he deleted it.


    Suddenly, he wondered if something had happened to Mu Bingtong?


    Because Mu Bingtong never sends him such ambiguous messages.


    Thinking of this, Chu Ge took out his phone and called Zhao Wuji in Shanghai.


    At this moment, Zhao Wuji was busy at the bank due to the economic crisis in Shanghai. When Chu Ge called, he was holding an emergency meeting with everyone.


    The phone rang, and upon seeing it was Chu Ge, he paused the meeting, picked up the phone, walked out of the office, and answered.


    "Mr. Chu, calling sote, is there something wrong?"


    Zhao Wuji asked.


    Chu Ge responded with a hum, "Has anything happened recently at Jinxiu Group?"


    Zhao Wuji was taken aback, then thought of the financial crisis and sighed, "Mr. Chu, you might not know, but Shanghai is experiencing an unprecedented financial crisis right now, not just Jinxiu Group, but even the Four Great Families are threatened."


    "What? Financial crisis?"


    Chu Ge asked in confusion, "What’s going on?"


    Zhao Wuji replied helplessly, "The specifics aren’t clear yet, even the reason for this financial crisis’s onset is unknown, but everyone is actively dealing with it, just worried that someone might be behind this."


    Chu Ge was silent for a moment, "Alright, I understand, I’ll find time toe over."


    After hanging up, he stared at the phone, deep in thought, and sent a message to Mu Bingtong, "Don’t worry, I’m here."


    Mu Bingtong regretted sending the message after it was done, but it couldn’t be undone. She sighed helplessly and set the phone aside, continuing to work.


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