The moment the lights were turned on, three large, bright red characters were splashed on the floor of the newly renovated house.
—A vixen.
Upon seeing this, Lin Qingtong's expression instantly darkened. She checked the surveillance footage and found that it was done by a masked man whose face was completely obscured.
Lin Qingtong's gaze fell on the bright red paint, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.
Lin Jiaorui's methods of slander and framing are too clumsy; it's obvious it was her.
This red paint is a bit tricky, since the real estate industry is very averse to being splashed with paint, as they feel it disrupts their luck and feng shui.
However, such a simple trick can be easily solved.
Night fell over the houses, and the streetlights outside shone with an orange glow.
Shen Tinghe strode into the model apartment with his long legs, and heard light and cheerful music playing in the distance.
When he stood at the door, he saw Lin Qingtong wearing a bright red dress, slowly pacing in the bright and airy house, holding a vacuum cleaner and slowly mopping the floor.
Although she was doing housework, Lin Qingtong made it look languid and elegant, as if she were carrying out a grand art design, dazzling and flamboyant.
She is a fiery red rose, dazzling and captivating at first glance, making it impossible to look away.
Shen Tinghe stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on Lin Qingtong, a smile involuntarily spreading across his lips.
Lin Qingtong noticed the gaze and turned around. Her eyes and brows held a touch of coldness, like a red plum blossom hanging on a branch in the dead of winter.
What brings you here?
She didn't expect Shen Tinghe to appear here so late at night. Could it be that he came to look for her?
Shen Tinghe slowly stepped into view, only to see three large characters clearly visible and abruptly placed on the ground.
He raised an eyebrow at Lin Qingtong, asking with a slightly teasing tone, "Is this your design?"
Lin Qingtong put down what she was holding, her high heels clicking crisply on the ground.
Upon hearing Shen Tinghe's words, she chuckled, her tone calm and composed.
"My hobbies aren't that unique; this is paint that someone splashed on me."
A glint flashed in Shen Tinghe's deep eyes as he looked at Lin Qingtong with great interest.
"So you're just giving up, not planning to get rid of it, and waiting to be laughed at by everyone tomorrow?"
Lin Qingtong stood under the dazzling crystal chandelier, with the bustling night scene behind her. Her skin was as white as jade, and her features were cool and exquisite, which made Shen Tinghe momentarily lose his focus.
She slowly uttered a sentence from her red lips.
"What, you're worried about me?"
Upon hearing Lin Qingtong's words, Shen Tinghe stood there with one hand in his pocket, his noble aura impossible to ignore.
"Do you think that's possible? Lin Qingtong, as long as you don't embarrass me."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qingtong's smile widened, and she gave a direct and decisive conclusion.
"Good, so you are worried about me."
Shen Tinghe felt stifled and for a moment didn't want to talk to Lin Qingtong. He shouldn't have worried about her.
Someone like her, even if something happens, would probably force herself to say that everything is fine.
But why force yourself to endure it? It's just asking for trouble.
If Lin Qingtong asks him for help, he will definitely find a way to solve the problem.
Lin Qingtong was unaware of Shen Tinghe's thoughts. Instead, she slowly turned off the music with her slender fingers and calmly turned to look at Shen Tinghe.
Did you drive here?
Shen Tinghe raised an eyebrow but did not answer. Lin Qingtong then turned off the lights and slowly walked towards him from the darkness, her figure swaying gracefully.
"Let's go, take me home."
Seeing this, Shen Tinghe remained unmoved, only asking a question with a cold expression.
Why should I take you home?
Lin Qingtong leaned closer, and Shen Tinghe subconsciously stepped back a little, which made her smile even brighter.
"because--"
"You're my boss. It's so late and I can't get a taxi. Are you really going to watch something happen to your employees?"
Her tone carried a hint of reproach and coquettishness.
Shen Tinghe's gaze swept over Lin Qingtong's delicate face, and finally his thin lips parted slightly.
Let's go.
Lin Qingtong returned to the Jiang family smoothly and went straight to sleep. As for Shen Tinghe, he casually put his long, slender hands together and slowly gave instructions to the driver.
"Investigate who did it."
The next morning, Lin Qingtong arrived at the Shen Group early. She wore a flamboyant and unrestrained bright red dress, paired with red lips and curly hair, making her a stunning beauty that was impossible to look away from at first glance.
As soon as she stepped into the hall, almost everyone's eyes fell on Lin Qingtong, some with admiration and others with disgust, but she didn't care about any of that.
Lin Qingtong smiled sweetly and waved to the receptionist before stepping into the elevator.
As soon as she entered the elevator, she met Lin Jiaorui's gaze, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.
Lin Qingtong's gaze lingered on Lin Jiaorui, and she spoke with a slightly teasing tone.
"What a coincidence."
Because Lin Jiaorui was also wearing a red knitted long dress and a polka dot hat in the same color scheme, which belonged to an artistic and gentle style.
On her own, Lin Jiaorui is quite outstanding and beautiful, but when she is next to Lin Qingtong, she is instantly overshadowed, and everything around her becomes a backdrop for Lin Qingtong.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Qiao Jing rushed in from outside and saw Lin Qingtong, greeting her with bright eyes.
"Good morning, Sister Qingtong. Why are you the only one in the elevator?"
At this moment, only Lin Qingtong and Lin Jiaorui were in the elevator; Qiao Jing completely ignored Lin Jiaorui.
This infuriated Lin Jiaorui, and her eyes and brows were filled with anger.
"I'm still here," Lin Jiaorui reminded her.
Only then did Qiao Jing notice Lin Jiaorui, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.
"Miss Lin, you're here too. Good morning."
Lin Qingtong crossed her arms and smiled, subconsciously shielding Qiao Jing from view, trying her best to prevent Lin Jiaorui from remembering her face and thus avoiding targeting Qiao Jing.
Today is the day of the competition, and Lin Jiaorui and Lin Qingtong came to the design department's meeting room together.
At this moment, many people were already waiting in the conference room, many of whom were there to watch the excitement.
As soon as Lin Jiaorui sat down, she immediately pretended to be worried and asked Lin Qingtong.
"Sister, I went to your construction site yesterday and found that someone had splashed red paint on the ground. Did you offend someone? I don't know if you've dealt with it yet."
She said it on purpose so that the other people in the meeting room could hear.
As expected, as soon as these words were spoken, the group's senior executives began to whisper among themselves.
"This is terrible. Mr. Chen of Tenghai Real Estate is most afraid of this kind of thing. If he sees it, it will be a disaster."
Assistant Qi Song couldn't help but remind her, "Ms. Lin, have you taken any remedial measures?"
Lin Qingtong leaned back in her chair and replied with a lazy smile, "I saw it last night, but the paint was still there when I left."
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