As soon as Tang Song left, Zhuo Shishan immediately took out her phone and sent a message to Zhu Qing.
Zhuo Shishan: [You have to compensate me for lost wages!]
Zhu Qing: [?]
Zhuo Shishan: [I could have just taken a few minutes to hand the lunchbox to Zhu Hao today, but because you didn't tell me that President Tang was coming down, I had to spend half an hour cleaning the office. You owe me for lost work time!]
Zhu Qing: [...]
Zhuo Shishan: [Hurry up! Otherwise I'll expose Zhu Hao's relationship with President Tang! Anyway, I'm just an external fashion designer for Tang's, I can leave anytime!]
Zhu Qing: [Transfer of yuan.]
Zhuo Shishan replied without hesitation: 【Say thank you.】
Zhu Qing: [...]
Zhuo Shishan was still furious, after all, she had lost her bonus for the month!
Seeing that she was so angry she could barely stand, Zhu Hao glanced at her sympathetically, then snatched the design draft from her hand and shoved his phone in front of her. "Thank you for helping to get the people out of the office."
Zhuo Shishan's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but complain, "Why don't you just coax President Tang? Look at him, he looks like he wants to tear everything around him to shreds. Ugh... When young lovers quarrel, innocent bystanders get caught in the crossfire..."
Zhu Hao rolled up the design draft in his hand, puffed out his cheeks, patted Zhuo Shishan's arm, and gestured to her with his eyes not to say anything out of line.
Zhuo Shishan brushed a strand of hair from her front, sighed, and swayed away.
Zhu Hao lowered his eyes, staring at the crumpled blueprint in his hand. After a moment of silence, he picked up his paintbrush.
She still decided to participate in the project.
Tang Song's worries were somewhat unnecessary; she wouldn't be seduced by Song Shang, after all, she liked him.
Tang Song, being so dense, couldn't understand and still treated her like a child.
With this in mind, Zhu Hao's writing became a little more forceful.
However... Tang Song has already started considering becoming her partner, so it should be considered a positive development, right?
Zhu Hao's subordinates kept moving, and the roots of his ears gradually turned a light red.
*
Top floor office.
Tang Song walked past the secretary's office with a cold expression and headed towards his office.
"President Tang!" Zhu Qing stepped forward to stop him.
Tang Song glanced at him sideways and coldly uttered, "Speak."
Zhu Qing was a little confused. Hadn't Tang Song just gone down to see Zhu Hao?
Normally, Tang Song should be excited and happy right now, so why does he seem like he's swallowed gunpowder?
Zhu Qing originally wanted to declare the money he had just given to Zhuo Shishan as public funds, but after thinking about it, especially after seeing Tang Song's impatient and scrutinizing expression, he decided not to declare it.
"N-nothing..." Zhu Qing swallowed hard, stepped back slightly, and secretly glanced at Tang Song.
Tang Song left with a cold expression and an aura that kept strangers at bay.
Looking at Tang Song's cold back, Zhu Qing felt as if her wallet was bleeding.
How could Zhuo Shishan be so obsessed with money?!
Zhu Qing sighed softly. He had sacrificed too much for Tang Song and Zhu Hao's relationship.
He returned to his seat with a blank expression, took out a small notebook from the drawer, and turned to the last page.
[On September 19th, Zhuo Shishan extorted 50,000 yuan using the matter of President Tang and Miss Zhu.]
After finishing writing, Zhu Qing sadly flipped through the previous records, which were densely packed with entries about how Zhuo Shishan had swindled money from him.
"Sigh..." Zhu Qing closed the notebook, locked it away, took out a new one, and muttered softly, "When will I ever save enough to get married..."
*
at night.
Tang Song insisted on going back with Zhu Hao.
Zhu told him to wait for him in a small alley a hundred meters away from the company, and Tang Song agreed.
At this moment, Tang Song, holding his laptop and hosting a multinational video conference, sat in the back seat of his car, absentmindedly glancing out the window.
The driver looked up, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Tang, Miss Zhu said she'll be a little late, so don't bother looking anymore."
Tang Song glanced at him sideways with a warning look on his face, then quickly said a sentence in French, ended the video conference, and took off his headphones.
The driver raised an eyebrow, his eyes fixed straight ahead on the dimly lit alley.
Inside the elevator, Zhu Hao was fumbling for her phone while pressing the close button.
Beep beep beep!!
The elevator suddenly emitted a sharp alarm, and the overhead lights flashed a warning red light.
I looked up cautiously and unexpectedly saw someone who shouldn't be there at the elevator entrance.
Fang Ling stood in the middle of the elevator door for too long, triggering the alarm.
Zhu Hao's brow furrowed instantly, her whole body tensed, and she glanced at the gap beside her before preparing to leave.
"Sister!" Fang Ling looked at her pitifully with her eyes swollen like walnuts. "Mom is sick, aren't you going back to see her?"
Zhu Hao paused, then looked hesitantly at Fang Ling.
Fang Ling gritted her teeth, staring at Zhu Hao, who still looked radiant after a long day at work, and her jealousy grew stronger.
She felt a burning hatred whenever she thought about how Fang's mother had feigned illness to gain sympathy in order to get Zhu Hao to go back willingly.
Seeing that she couldn't bring Zhu Hao back, but also too embarrassed to take the initiative to find Zhu Hao, the Fang family came up with this clumsy excuse, hoping that Zhu Hao would take the initiative to go back and visit.
She still remembers how heartbroken she felt when her father suggested this solution.
She was clearly the eldest daughter of the Fang family, clearly a member of the Fang family, but everything changed when this deaf and mute poor wretch appeared before her.
Especially after learning that Zhu Hao had climbed up to the president of the Tang Group, the attitude of everyone in the Fang family changed.
They couldn't wait to repair their relationship with Zhu Hao and couldn't wait to return the position of the eldest daughter of the Fang family to Zhu Hao.
Fang Ling clenched her fists tightly, her face filled with sorrow. "Sister, Mom has been thinking about you so much that she can't eat or sleep well. She knows you've been unwilling to come home, and she suddenly fell ill. She's in the operating room right now. Don't you want to go see her?"
Zhu Hao's lips were clenched. Thinking of his kind-looking mother, he subconsciously opened his mouth, but before he could express his opinion, he was interrupted by Fang Ling again.
"Sister! Even if you don't like me, Mom is still your biological mother. She's in the emergency room now. Are you still going to blame her and Dad for trying to marry you off two years ago?" Fang Ling cried, her voice filled with sobs and her eyes red.
Although the rush hour had passed, there were still a few people passing by.
They all stopped and turned to look at Zhu Hao and Fang Ling.
The elevator alarm continued to sound, and Fang Ling remained blocking the doorway, preventing everyone from leaving.
More and more people gathered around, and Zhu Hao noticed their curious gazes, as well as a few who looked at her with disdain.
Zhu Hao pursed his lips, grabbed Fang Ling and pulled her into the elevator, quickly closing the elevator door.
Fang Ling stood beside Zhu Hao, sobbing as she wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "Sister, you promised, right? Will you come with me to see Mom?"
Zhu Hao's lips were tightly pressed together, and he stared silently at the numbers on the elevator descending.
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