Who hit him in Chapter 13?
Xiao Yan was utterly disgusted: "So what? She doesn't care. Besides, everyone is saying that President Ji and his wife don't have a good relationship. Otherwise, why hasn't President Ji brought his wife to the public in so long? Everyone is saying that his wife is not presentable and that there is something hidden about this marriage."
Gossip is the best topic to talk about, and Xiao Yan's chatterbox was immediately opened: "Su Yuan is almost thirty and still hasn't gotten married. The main reason is that she's too picky and doesn't like anyone. It's not easy to find a perfect Ji Peiheng. So what if she gets married? Even if she's a mistress, she still has a chance to become Mrs. Ji. She's going to make the most of it."
Shi Yang was thinking to herself that she hadn't expected the rumors about her and Ji Peiheng to be like this. Although the rumors about them were pretty much the same, they weren't that bad, were they?
She couldn't help but think that a man like Ji Peiheng probably wouldn't even look at Su Yuan.
Does he have someone he likes?
"elder sister?"
Shi Yang snapped out of his daze.
Xiao Yan looked at her strangely: "What are you spacing out for? Your phone is ringing."
"Oh..." Shi Yang took out her phone.
On the phone, Song Zhihua only said one very short sentence: "Come downstairs, I'm downstairs at your company."
Downstairs, a black minivan belonging to the Shi family was parked.
After going upstairs, she said, "You were looking for me..."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Zhihua raised his hand.
A crisp slap echoed inside the car.
Shi Yang's face was slapped to the side, burning hot.
At that moment, she felt neither wronged nor sad, nor even angry.
All I felt was endless fatigue and boredom.
"You clearly promised me you wouldn't gossip about the Ji family, so why are you still talking about them? If you can't keep your promise, don't make it. Are you just trying to annoy me?"
Shi Yang finally understood. It seemed that Qin Lan had found out something, that Shi Yue had been wronged, and that she had gone back and cried to Song Zhihua, which was why Song Zhihua had come to find him.
As she suspected, Qin Lan learned the details of the kidnapping and believed that Shi Yue had implicated Shi Yang. So she personally went to find Shi Yue and made her give up the idea of marrying Ji Jinyu. As long as Qin Lan was around, Shi Yue would never be able to enter the Ji family.
Shi Yue felt deeply wronged and went home to cry with Song Zhihua.
Song Zhihua felt sorry for her daughter. Only a few people knew about this, and she was convinced that it was Shi Yang who said it.
Shi Yang: "So you're convinced it was me who said it?"
Song Zhihua stared at her coldly, the meaning of which was self-evident.
Shi Yang curled her lips and sneered, "Then just take it as what I said. So what if I said it? It's an indisputable fact that Shi Yue dragged me into being kidnapped, and besides, this isn't the first time something like this has happened."
The cold light in her eyes stunned Song Zhihua.
Shi Yang's voice was somewhat sharp: "Have you forgotten what you owe me? In the end, when and how do you plan to repay all the debts your Shi family owes me?"
Song Zhihua panicked: "You swore that you wouldn't tell those things."
"So you'd better not mess with me, especially Shi Yue. If you mess with me again, I don't mind letting everyone know what she did." Shi Yang's face was icy, and there was a deep sense of malice in his eyes.
Back at the company, Xiaoyan was startled to see the marks on her face: "Sis, what happened to you?"
Shi Yang didn't want to say much, so he simply said "It's nothing" and went back to his office.
After a while, Xiaoyan brought in some ice: "Sis, put this on, you have a meeting this afternoon."
Shi Yang looked at her face in the mirror. Her right cheek was swollen high, with three finger marks clearly visible.
The moment the ice cube touched her cheek, a sharp pain shot through her, making her teeth chatter.
Xiaoyan bought lunch, but she only ate a couple of bites and then stopped. Xiaoyan noticed that she was in a bad mood, but didn't ask any questions. She just looked at her with concern and said, "Sister, why don't you skip the meeting this afternoon?"
"I'm fine."
Shi Yang applied several layers of powder to her face, which only covered some of the fingerprints; the redness and swelling were still visible.
After preparing the materials needed for the meeting, I went to the Ji family with Xiaoyan.
Su Yuan arrived a few minutes earlier than her. Just as she was about to make a sarcastic remark upon seeing Su Yuan's swollen cheeks, Shi Yang spoke first: "I'm not in a good mood, so I won't talk to Manager Su any further."
Su Yuan choked and said dismissively, "Then you'd better adjust your mindset, or you'll make a mistake in the meeting later."
As soon as Ji Peiheng entered the conference room, his eyes fell on Shi Yang.
She sat there with her head down, as if she were looking at documents. Her dark, slightly wavy hair fell down to her shoulders along both sides of her face, and she looked very focused.
She didn't look up once he came in.
Ji Peiheng shifted his gaze from her: "Let's begin."
Su Yuan was the first to stand up and report on the overall work progress.
Ji Peiheng nodded: "Not bad, your company's progress is faster than I expected. Now, please let the designer talk about the design progress."
Su Yuan didn't sit down; she wanted to spend the entire meeting talking to Ji Peiheng. So she decided to speak for Shi Yang.
Unexpectedly, Ji Peiheng tapped the table: "I want to hear what the designer in charge has to say."
Su Yuan had no choice but to sit down.
Xiao Yan stood up: "Then I'll speak."
Ji Peiheng frowned slightly: "Designer Shi, is your throat sore today?"
Xiao Yan froze.
Looking at Shi Yang with a troubled expression, Shi Yang sighed and stood up.
He walked to the large screen, displayed the latest design drawings, and explained them to Ji Peiheng.
She was face to face with Ji Peiheng, her hair could no longer cover her face, and the pale light reflected from the big screen made the abnormality on her face crystal clear.
The shocking red mark resembled a piece of smooth white porcelain that had been chipped, leaving a glaring scar.
Ji Peiheng narrowed his eyes.
Shi Yang felt his probing and scrutinizing gaze fall on her face.
She didn't care too much.
After she finished speaking, she looked at Ji Peiheng.
He seemed unresponsive; though his gaze was fixed on her, his eyes remained unfathomable.
Is he daydreaming?
Su Yuan seized the opportunity to take credit: "President Ji, I have seen Designer Shi's design and given her corresponding suggestions for improvement. She understood it immediately, and the revised design is much better than the original."
Xiao Yan secretly curled her lips. Wasn't this implying that Yang Jie's design was carefully modified by her, and that she was taking credit for it?
Shi Yang was also quite helpless. Her original design incorporated local customs and characteristics, and the overall style was close to nature.
Su Yuan incorporated some advanced styles from foreign countries, claiming it was to integrate innovative elements.
However, this change goes against the natural style and looks out of place.
Shi Yang didn't want to change, so she used her position to pressure her.
She was forced to blend two completely different styles as much as possible.
Ji Peiheng nodded quite seriously: "No wonder it's so inferior."
Su Yuan froze, her face turning red and then white.
Ji Peiheng said to Shi Yang, "Send me the original design."
The meeting lasted for nearly two hours, and it ended at the end of the workday.
She and Xiaoyan took the elevator together to go downstairs.
She had just pressed the elevator button when someone called out to her from behind.
Liao Nan quickly walked a few steps to her: "Designer Shi, President Ji would like to ask you some more questions about the design drawings."
Upon hearing this, Shi Yang stopped in his tracks.
Her intuition told her that Ji Peiheng hadn't contacted her for work.
Her intuition was right. Liao Nan led her in the president's private elevator directly to the underground parking garage.
In the garage, a Maybach, entirely black and exuding a regal air in the darkness, was parked prominently.
The car door was open, as if it was waiting for someone.
Liao Nan bowed slightly and said, "Madam, please."
This time, he addressed her as "Madam".
Ji Peiheng leaned back in the right seat, his body reclining, his legs crossed naturally and comfortably. The dim parking lot lights shone through the car window onto him, outlining his slender and casual figure.
A cigarette was held between her fair, jade-like fingers and rested on the car window. She took two puffs and let the cigarette burn slowly.
After the cigarette burned out, he glanced sideways and asked, "Who hit me?"
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