Ling Zhou subconsciously shook his head, looking completely bewildered.
When Rong Zhi left the Bo family, he had only been with the group for a month.
Some of these things I heard from long-time employees.
Sang Yuwan's heart skipped a beat.
She looked around and saw the open window; a glimmer of light flashed in her eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
No wonder I didn't smell the incense she disliked so much when I came in.
That fragrance, mysterious and majestic, yet conceals taboos and rebellion.
Bo Xingzhi's hobbies are truly "unusual".
The person is gone, and all the resentment can only be left to face this lingering fragrance.
Sang Yuwan suppressed her emotions and said coldly, "Close the window."
Ling Zhou reacted quickly this time and took immediate action.
Minglang asked, "Madam, would you like to change the locks?"
Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, "No need, I'll give this office to Second Master."
Just as Minglang was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He glanced down and his expression changed drastically.
"Madam, it is..."
Sang Yuwan walked out in her high heels, her back taut and composed. "Uncle Ming?"
Minglang nodded with an uneasy expression.
Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "If you want to find me, just say I'm in a meeting."
Minglang's heart leaped into his throat. He took a deep breath and said respectfully, "Master...Madam..."
"Let Wanwan answer the phone," Mingyu interrupted him, his words firm and resolute.
Minglang gripped his phone tightly, trying his best to remain calm, "Madam is in a meeting, it's not convenient right now..."
“I’m downstairs.” Mingyu’s expression turned cold, and he emphasized his tone.
Minglang was astonished. "You've come to the 'Bo family'?"
Sang Yuwan paused, turned her head slightly, and frowned. "Give me your phone."
“Okay.” Minglang said to the person on the other end, “Sir, please wait a moment…”
Sang Yuwan took the phone, her eyes darkening slightly, a shadow falling over them. "Uncle Ming, you wanted to see me?"
Mingyu's tone softened considerably. "Xiaowan, do you have time to have a cup of coffee with me?"
Sang Yuwan slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but her eyes were icy cold. "Uncle Ming, I really can't get away right now. How about we make an appointment when I'm free?"
The air around us had cooled down.
Mingyu's voice held a touch of affection, "It won't take up too much of your time, just a few words."
Sang Yuwan politely declined with a faint smile, "Uncle Ming, I'm really sorry, I..."
Mingyu paused upon hearing this, his voice deepening, "I came up here to find you?"
These words were not spoken in a tone of discussion, but rather as a reprimand laced with anger.
Sang Yuwan pursed her lips, "I'll have Minglang come pick you up."
"Beep beep beep..."
The other party hung up the phone.
Sang Yuwan tossed her phone to Minglang, her eyes cold. "Go down and bring Uncle Ming up."
Minglang's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head, "Yes."
Sang Yuwan narrowed her eyes and returned to the president's office.
Soon, things became clear.
Sang Yuwan glanced behind him and asked, "Where's Uncle Ming?"
"Let's go." Minglang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Sang Yuwan frowned. "Gone?"
Minglang noticed the displeasure in her eyes and forced himself to say, "When I got downstairs, the car was long gone."
Sang Yuwan's lips curled into a cold smile. "As you get older, your temper grows too. You're becoming increasingly unreasonable."
Minglang said, "Madam, Master rarely contacts you. This time it must be about the Fourth Miss."
Sang Yuwan's cold laugh revealed a hint of mockery, "Even if the Heavenly King himself pleaded for her, I wouldn't let her go."
Minglang chimed in, "Thinking back on what she did to you before, you should punish her properly."
Xian Si knocked and entered, her expression somber. "Madam, Jiang Hanbo's wife has brought people to cause trouble at the company's entrance, saying that Jiang Hanbo is..."
Minglang's heart tightened. "Go on."
Xian Si bit her lip. "She said that Jiang Hanbo was in a car accident because he was demanding compensation from his wife."
"Isn't this turning the tables?" Minglang's forehead veins bulged. "I'll go down right now and cut out her tongue, let's see if she dares to talk nonsense again."
"Stop!" Sang Yuwan snapped coldly.
Xiansi quickly gave Minglang a wink, then calmly asked, "Madam, should we call the police?"
Sang Yuwan frowned, her deep, dark eyes flashing with a dark light. "Of course."
Minglang interjected, "I'll take the hit."
Xian Si didn't argue with him. "Madam, Jiang Hanbo has been dismissed for over a month. Everything has been peaceful until now. Why has he suddenly resurfaced?"
A fierce glint appeared in Sang Yuwan's eyes, and her lips tightened.
After thinking for a moment, Xian Si asked, "Madam, could it be that Uncle Bo instigated this?"
Sang Yuwan got up, walked to the French windows, and looked downstairs.
Looking down from the 38th floor, people look like ants.
About twenty or thirty people, holding banners and wreaths, were filled with righteous indignation.
Sang Yuwan's thick eyelashes cast a heavy shadow under her eyes, and a cold smile appeared on her lips. "Go down and take a look, then you'll know."
Xian Si said, "Madam, why don't we send President Liu down to check on the situation? After all, Jiang Hanbo used to be his subordinate."
Sang Yuwan considered it for a moment, then nodded in acquiescence.
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Shen's Group.
Top floor.
A space in black, white, and gray.
It was cold and desolate, deep and secluded, like an abyss that swallowed all noise and restlessness.
Rong Zhi sat down on the sofa, his long legs crossed, looking both arrogant and languid.
Shen Qianjie walked in carrying two cups of coffee, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Second Master, you've finally arrived."
Rong Zhi parted his thin lips slightly, "Not welcome?"
Shen Qianjie laughed and said, "Second Master, what are you saying? This is your company. Of course you can come and go as you please."
After saying that, he placed the coffee in front of Rong Zhi. "Americano, no sugar."
Rong Zhi's lips curled slightly. "The resentment is quite strong."
Shen Qianjie swallowed hard. "Second Master, how could I dare to hold a grudge? When I see you, I clearly don't dare to even breathe."
Rong Zhi glanced at him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I didn't see you suffocate."
Shen Qianjie sat down opposite him, grinning, "If I die, who will take care of this place for Second Master?"
Rong Zhi smiled faintly, picked up his coffee cup, and took a small sip.
Shen Qianjie: "This is coffee that I ground myself, how is it?"
Rong Zhi replied, "So-so."
Shen Qianjie frowned slightly, raised his lips, and tentatively asked, "Second Master, you're back. Can I take a few days off?"
Rong Zhi frowned slightly. "Just say you want a raise."
Shen Qianjie paused for half a second, then quickly waved his hand, "No, no, no, Second Master, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to go on vacation with my girlfriend. You see, these past few years..."
"See, you still want a raise." Rong Zhi interrupted coldly.
Shen Qianjie was on the verge of tears. He put down his coffee cup, clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said, "Second Master, if I ever have such thoughts, may I be hit by a car and die as soon as I step outside."
Upon hearing this, Rong Zhi smiled and said, "There's no need to curse yourself like that."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qianjie's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, slowly calmed down.
Unexpectedly, Rong Zhi brought up another topic, making his heart leap into his throat once again.
"Did you instigate Jiang Hanbo's affair?"
Shen Qianjie was taken aback. "Didn't you ask me to cause trouble for the 'Bo Group'..."
Bang--
Rong Zhi slammed his coffee cup down on the coffee table, spilling the unfinished coffee.
"Second Master?" Shen Qianjie was so startled that he stood up.
Rong Zhi's expression changed drastically, and his murderous aura surged. "You're really something, you've even managed to kill someone while trying to find fault."
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