Their gazes locked.
Sang Yuwan's breath hitched, her face darkened, and her eyes grew increasingly angry.
Rong Zhi calmly met her gaze, his expression like that of a demon leading someone astray.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat. She looked away and said to Xian Si, "Aren't you coming in?"
Just as Xian Si was about to lift her foot, Rong Zhi took a long stride and stepped into the elevator first.
Before they could react, the elevator doors had already closed quickly.
Minglang's hand tightened, his dark eyes like those of a hawk soaring low in the night sky.
He pulled Xiansi towards the chairman's private elevator, "Quick. This way."
The man in black behind Rong Zhi also followed.
Inside the president's private elevator.
A faint fragrance wafted through the air, lending it a touch of ambiguity.
Sang Yuwan's lips were taut, she stood tall and imposing, her delicate eyebrows and eyes filled with anger.
Rong Zhi curled his lips into a smile. "Madam is now the person in charge of the Bo family and the 'Bo Corporation.' Is it wrong for me to show concern?"
"The person you should care about, Second Master, isn't me, but your girlfriend." Sang Yuwan curled her lips, a cold smile flashing across her face.
Rong Zhi's eyes curved slightly. "She's not as important as you."
Sang Yuwan felt as if shattered ice had broken in her heart, her whole body turned ice-cold, and her pretty face turned as white as snow. Gritting her teeth, she angrily rebuked, "Rong Zhi, you are truly shameless."
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, a faint hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "Madam's methods aren't exactly sophisticated."
The two of them knew exactly what he meant.
Sang Yuwan sneered, "If Second Master wants to stand up for his girlfriend, he can simply issue a statement expressing his forgiveness. That way, you can still win the image of a devoted and loving boyfriend."
"Good boyfriend?"
Rong Zhi suddenly leaned towards her, his deep eyes unfathomable.
Sang Yuwan's heart raced inexplicably, her spine tense and stiff. "Rong Zhi, what are you trying to do?!"
Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly, his eyes cold.
"Your wife has planted a huge green field on my head, what do you think I want to do?"
The word "Madam" was ground between his teeth, carrying a forbidden allure.
The ambiguity seemed to seep into the air with these words, quickly fermenting and spreading.
A blush suddenly rose behind Sang Yuwan's ears. She took a deep breath, her heart sank, and she looked up, glaring fiercely at him.
"I'm not the one who cheated on you. Second Master, if you're angry, don't take it out on the wrong person."
Rong Zhi smiled faintly and remained silent.
drop--
The elevator doors slowly opened.
The cold air rushed in, diluting the delicate fragrance that lingered in the air.
Sang Yuwan took a step forward and walked out with a cold face.
Rong Zhi watched that aloof figure retreat, his brows furrowing slightly. He smiled, yet it seemed as if he didn't.
Two or three seconds later, another elevator door opened, and Xiansi and Minglang quickly stepped out.
He hurriedly chased after Sang Yuwan.
"Madam, are you alright?" Minglang's eyes were filled with anxiety.
"Do I look like something's wrong?" Sang Yuwan asked in a low voice.
A clear, lump in his throat.
Rong Zhi stood at the elevator entrance, watching Sang Yuwan's figure disappear around the corner.
"Second Master," the man in black stepped forward, bowed, and said respectfully, "Should we handle the matter of the trending topics?"
Rong Zhi parted his thin lips slightly, "No need."
The man in black added, "Miss Ming wants to see you."
Rong Zhi's eyes darkened, filled with coldness. "I won't see you."
The man in black lowered his head. "Yes."
Rong Zhi walked towards Bo Xingzhi's office.
On the 66th floor of the "Bo's Group" building, the chairman's office and the president's office are located on the east and west sides respectively.
The room is divided into two extra-large conference rooms, three small conference rooms, a tea bar of five-star hotel standard, two visitor reception rooms, and a staff lounge.
Rong Zhi was not unfamiliar with this place; in fact, he was extremely familiar with it.
Six years ago, he was twenty-six years old.
It was exactly the same size as the current late autumn.
His position at that time was not as dazzling as hers.
When Ling Zhou, the director of the chairman's office, saw him, he was stunned for a moment and hurriedly stood up. "Second Master, Madam has sent word that this door cannot be opened without her order."
Rong Zhi slightly raised his eyes, staring at the five gilded characters "Chairman's Office," and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Go ask Madam if I can go in."
Ling Zhou shivered. "Second Master, please wait a moment. I will go and ask Madam for instructions."
Rong Zhi nodded slightly, his tone indifferent, "Hmm."
Ling Zhou hurriedly left his seat and strode towards the president's office.
Rong Zhi waited until he was far away, then raised his hand and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.
The office, which had been closed for seven or eight days, was filled with a strong fragrance.
This is Bo Xingzhi's favorite incense.
Ambergris is mixed with albizia flowers.
Rebellion and freedom are intertwined.
Calm and reserved, yet provocative and unruly.
Just like Bo Xingzhi himself.
Rong Zhi disliked this smell; in fact, he found it extremely repulsive.
He opened all the windows.
Fresh air rushed in, and the strong smell slowly dissipated.
Rong Zhi walked to the metallic desk, lowered his eyes, and his pupils were dark and deep.
The items on it were arranged very neatly.
Three computer monitors, two landline phones, a gold-plated nameplate, and a clean and tidy file rack. There was also a photograph framed in a wooden frame.
The girl in the photo is radiant and aloof, like a flower blooming silently in the dead of night, indifferent to the world's admiration.
Rong Zhi reached out and removed the photo frame. He took out the photo and turned it over.
Behind the photo is a line of elegant calligraphy.
"Many of my feelings are hidden in what I want to say but can't express."
Rong Zhi's pupils contracted slightly, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He heard hurried footsteps outside the door, pinched a corner of the photo, and tucked it into his suit pocket.
Ling Zhou rushed in, drenched in sweat and trembling, "Second Master, Madam said..."
Ling Zhou swallowed hard, sweat dripping down his forehead. "Madam said you are not qualified to come in."
"Heh." Rong Zhi chuckled softly, his voice carrying a relaxed and cheerful tone.
"Go and tell the lady that I have entered."
“This…” Ling Zhou’s face was a mixture of red and white, and his back was covered in cold sweat.
Rong Zhi glanced at him, his tone cold, "Hurry up and go."
Ling Zhou took two deep breaths, turned around helplessly, and hurriedly headed back to Sang Yuwan's office.
The chairman's office and the president's office can actually communicate by phone.
At this time, Sang Yuwan was holding a high-level morning meeting.
Sang Yuwan had a habit of not allowing anyone to call her during meetings unless it was a matter of life and death.
He only got the "answer" after asking the president's special assistant, Ji Xiansi.
If you go and bother him again, he'll probably be fired.
At the same time, he dared not offend Rong Zhi, who was someone even Master Bo would have given way to during his lifetime.
He couldn't help but secretly lament, wondering what the two gentlemen were arguing about.
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