"Thank you for your understanding." Qiao Xihe said, touching herself, and carefully wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.
The atmosphere at the scene was so enthusiastic and passionate that someone unfamiliar with the place might have mistaken it for a pyramid scheme.
After finally getting rid of the reporters, Qiao Xihe closed the car door, but the emotion on her face vanished instantly, leaving only a look of disgust.
The way he changed his expression so quickly stunned his subordinates, who felt inexplicably uneasy. Their eyes were fixed on the road ahead, and they dared not look back. Their voices trembled as they asked, "President Qiao, where are we going now?"
Qiao Xihe didn't answer, but instead asked urgently, "I asked you to check Song Hengjue's recent schedule. Did you find anything?"
She felt a little flustered as she said this.
Qiao Jiajun is in jail, and she has no backing anymore. Given how many people she offended in Beijing before, everyone will definitely want to take advantage of her after this incident.
Qiao Xihe desperately needed a new backer, and Song Hengjue, a wealthy man with no assets, was the best choice.
"We've found a bit of information; the approximate itinerary is already on your office desk," the subordinate said respectfully.
Qiao Xihe nodded in satisfaction.
company.
"This is the latest newspaper, and this is the proposal submitted from below." Sun Rong placed the items neatly on the table.
Yang Qingheng stared intently at the schedule in front of her and casually said, "Okay, I understand."
But he noticed that the person in front of him hadn't left. He looked up strangely and met Sun Rong's hesitant expression: "Is there anything else?"
“I think you should take a look at this newspaper first,” Sun Rong said, pursing her lips. “It’s about Qiao Xihe.”
"What kind of trouble has she gotten herself into now?" Yang Qingheng raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She casually flipped through the book, pinpointing the middle section, and clicked her tongue in amazement. "It seems she's not just relying on Qiao Jiajun's power; her methods are quite clever."
The newspaper article was clearly based on Qiao Xihe's interview at the police station yesterday. The woman looked teary-eyed yet upright. If Yang Qingheng didn't know how ruthless and vicious she was, she would have actually believed her nonsense.
"How's things going with Qiao Xihe Company? Sales figures are alright, right?" Yang Qingheng looked up at Sun Rong across from her.
Logically speaking, if the Qiao family had accepted bribes, Qiao Xihe's company's reputation should have plummeted, and it would have lost a large number of customers.
However, things might change if Qiao Xihe uses this tactic of self-preservation.
“You’re really quick-witted,” Sun Rong praised, but her tone was not good. “Just as you guessed, because of Qiao Xihe’s interview yesterday, there are reports about her everywhere in Beijing starting this morning. Her brand’s stores are already packed with people who say they want to support her, and many bags are sold out.”
This shameless person has actually benefited from this misfortune.
"She's really got a good plan," Yang Qingheng chuckled.
"Why don't we expose her for protecting Pan Changnian now, and let everyone know her true colors!" Sun Rong was starting to get anxious when she saw that Yang Qingheng was still acting so calmly.
Because of Qiao Xihe's actions, their brand's stores have fewer customers today. If this continues, their company will lose an unknown amount of profit this month.
She had a good understanding of how high the patriotism of the Chinese people was, but she was afraid that it wouldn't just be a matter of this month's turnover; she was also afraid that the company would lose a lot of its stable customers.
"You need to work on your mindset. It's such a small thing, why are you so anxious?" Yang Qingheng felt warm inside when she saw her anxious, but also found it funny. She patted the back of her hand to comfort her. "You have to save your chips for the best time. What's the point of playing them all at once? It's more fun to take it one step at a time."
She remembered all the ways Qiao Xihe had bullied her over the years, and she wouldn't feel at ease unless she broke her down.
"You're right, I'll go out and get busy." Sun Rong knew she understood, so she breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt anxious. She opened the door and headed outside.
Yang Qingheng stared at the closed office door, picked up her phone and glanced at it. It was 11 a.m., half an hour before her appointment with Song Hengjue.
She went inside to change into a casual dress, making sure her makeup looked perfect before heading outside. Remembering her plans for the day, she slapped her forehead: "Oh right, Sun Rong, did you pick up Xuanxuan as I told you yesterday?"
"Oh, I was so busy this morning that I forgot. I only had my assistant bring it from home around 10 a.m. If you're in a hurry, you can go ahead, and I'll have him deliver it directly to your restaurant, okay?"
Sun Rong was a little embarrassed.
“Okay, I’ll go out first. Call me if anything happens,” Yang Qingheng said, hurrying downstairs and bumping into Song Hengjue who was heading upstairs.
Looking at it from left to right, something just doesn't feel right.
But now is not the time to dwell on this. Seeing that he hadn't noticed her and was almost walking into the elevator, she sighed and facepalmed, "Song Hengjue, are you blind?"
Song Hengjue turned around with a start, touched his nose, and said weakly, "I didn't notice."
Yang Qingheng stared at his face for a long time, and finally noticed something. She couldn't put it into words: "You're dressed like this today, um... so young?"
One of the receptionists couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Yang Qingheng spoke with a bit of consideration for Song Hengjue. The clothes this man was wearing today could be described as youthful to put it nicely, or immature to put it bluntly. There was an elephant on the left and a little bear embroidered on the right, which looked extremely incongruous with his mature face.
"Isn't it pretty?" Song Hengjue remained silent. He had specifically borrowed it from Mo Yao because she said that children liked this style.
He had finally mustered the courage to put it on, but after Yang Qingheng's words and the receptionist's smile, he instantly deflated like a balloon pricked by a needle.
He has the freedom to choose what he wants to wear, and she shouldn't interfere; maybe he likes that style.
Yang Qingheng took a deep breath, swallowed her complaints, and smiled gently, saying, "You look good. You look good in anything. I think you look especially energetic like this."
He secretly added: "Like a complete idiot."
Song Hengjue was indeed coaxed into confidence. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her outside. Yang Qingheng had no doubt that if he had a tail, he could swing it high into the sky.
"Oh, right, where's your Xuanxuan?" Song Hengjue suddenly remembered today's main character, his throat tightened, and he subconsciously looked towards Yang Qingheng's car.
"Oh, we'll go to the restaurant first and arrange for a driver to bring it over," Yang Qingheng replied belatedly.
Song Hengjue breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and helped her open the car door.
"Song Hengjue, what are you thinking about?" Yang Qingheng waved her hand in front of Song Hengjue, her tone deliberately softening.
He looked completely lost and dejected ever since he got on the bus.
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