When Zhao Jiao saw He Qinqin's aggrieved expression, she momentarily doubted whether she had misunderstood He Qinqin.
But she was very familiar with her symptoms; it was clearly a pollen allergy, and He Qinqin was the only person in the company who knew she had a pollen allergy.
Suddenly, Zhao Jiao's mind flashed back to the image of herself wiping her mouth with a tissue.
She suddenly looked up: "You sprinkled pollen on the tissue, didn't you? I couldn't smell the cake and bakery aroma on the tissue."
Zhao Jiao was both angry and shocked when she realized this.
He Qinqin's face was burning with pain; Zhuang Meng's slap had made his teeth ache.
She rubbed her cheeks, a half-smile on her face: "Xiao Zhao, you can throw away the tissue. You can't slander someone without evidence."
Zhao Jiao was shocked that He Qinqin, that idiot, had prepared so meticulously, and the anger in her heart burned even more fiercely.
Based on the principle of not wanting to cause any harm to the breasts, Zhao Jiao went straight up and grabbed He Qinqin's hair.
"Ah—" He Qinqin screamed and struggled desperately. However, because she did heavy housework at the Shi family and worked long hours at her desk, her body was dirty and tired, like a piece of wood. She suddenly strained her back.
"You helped me get in touch with Zhuang Meng, but I also made contributions by helping you with the Urban Light project."
Zhao Jiao seized the opportunity, raised her hands, and slapped He Qinqin's face evenly with both hands.
"You actually tried to steal the exclusive interview I worked so hard to get."
"He Qinqin, you've had so many good things since you were little, yet you still try to steal mine. You're so wicked and despicable!"
He Qinqin struggled agitatedly and roared, "It's gone! I have none left now!"
"And I'm about to lose this job!"
Zhao Jiao sneered and pulled He Qinqin's hair back forcefully, making He Qinqin's scalp ache and her vision blur.
"That's all your own fault for insisting on helping a petty hoodlum! Who else can you blame but yourself? Don't put on this pitiful act!"
Zhao Jiao reached out and pinched He Qinqin hard: "You're the least innocent one!"
"Let me go right now! You're causing trouble, which is a violation of public security regulations!"
"You're talking to me about the law now?"
"Okay then."
I'm posting all those work-related chat logs I wrote for you online so everyone can see you're a complete failure, both at work and in life!
You can forget about getting your job.
"If I hit you, the worst that could happen is I have to pay some medical expenses, but you've lost a job that pays 20,000 yuan a month, and without the Si family's protection, how are you going to survive?"
Upon hearing this, He Qinqin stopped talking about calling the police and instead fought back, only to be pushed down by the teacher and slapped twice across the face.
The two men wrestled together.
Outside the women's restroom, Zhuang Meng thoughtfully placed the "Cleaning in Progress" sign that belonged to the cleaning lady on the door.
The story of He Qinqin's ungrateful behavior was shared in the alumni group for international students, and all alumni were advised to be wary of He Qinqin.
Afterwards, Zhuang Meng listened to the sounds coming from the restroom and left satisfied.
*
He Qinqin came out of Lexiang Group with her hair disheveled.
Her carefully applied makeup was completely ruined; her eyeliner and eye makeup were smudged by tears, turning her into a panda eye.
He Qinqin carefully touched her face, which felt like it was burning up. She took out a small mirror and saw that her face was bruised and swollen, and her double eyelids had swollen into single eyelids.
He Qinqin's originally thin and sallow face was now red and purple, with several scratches on her face.
She sat down in the elevator with her head down and got off at the underground parking lot of the Lexiang Group.
To avoid being seen in her disheveled state by more people, He Qinqin called a car to wait for her in the underground parking lot.
When they arrived at the designated location, the taxi hadn't arrived yet, so He Qinqin hid behind a pillar in the parking lot to wait.
Just then, she heard a familiar voice.
He Qinqin secretly peeked out from behind a pillar and saw Li Han and Pei Zhaoan walking one after the other in the underground parking lot.
Li Han walked hurriedly, seemingly afraid to look at the people behind her.
However, her bright red earlobes betrayed her inner thoughts.
Li Han's food, clothing, and daily necessities at the Si family were the same as He Qinqin's before. Not only did she take self-improvement courses such as language, management, and finance, but Si Jiuyin also arranged all her external beauty and hair care for her.
Her black hair was casually draped behind her ears, her skin was fair with a rosy glow, and her eyes were full of shyness.
Even a very ordinary gray suit, Li Han can wear with such vitality that she looks just like a model in a magazine.
He Qinqin, who was secretly observing Li Han's every smile and frown, felt both jealous and angry. She was sure that her mother had taken Li Han to her favorite beauty salon and styling studio.
His own VIP room has now become the domain of this country girl.
He Qinqin's gaze was unconsciously drawn to Pei Zhaoan, who had long arms and legs. He was dressed in a sharp suit and looked like he had stepped out of a comic book.
She just didn't have Shi Yao's unique temperament, but He Qinqin felt that Li Han was absolutely unworthy of Pei Zhaoan.
Pei Zhaoan was the undisputed male god of He Qinqin's school from kindergarten to junior high. The kindergarten children all wanted to do crafts with Pei Zhaoan.
As for high school, Pei Zhaoan went to the best public high school in Haicheng, which He Qinqin couldn't get into. Moreover, He Qinqin's high school crush was Shi Yao.
Pei Zhaoan was four or five steps behind Li Han, just the right distance.
Seeing Li Han's hasty retreat, he didn't even realize that the corners of his mouth were turned up.
Pei Zhaoan softened his voice: "Don't walk so fast, do you know where my car is?"
Upon hearing this, Li Han paused, stopped in her tracks, and looked back at Pei Zhaoan. "I don't know." She tilted her head. "But I knew you would call me back."
Pei Zhaoan smiled and waved to her: "This way, you've gone too far."
He strode over to the Aston Martin Valhalla on his left.
Li Han jogged over, and Pei Zhaoan gentlemanly opened the passenger door.
The supercar door was a bit low, and fearing that Li Han might hit her head, Pei Zhaoan reached out and used his hand to protect the top of Li Han's head.
Looking at Li Han's hairstyle, there was a gentleness in her eyes that she herself didn't even realize.
He Qinqin stared at the limited edition sports car and the consecutive license plate, then shifted her gaze to the car's windshield.
The two had already gotten into the car, so it was impossible to film the interior from the outside.
A look of disdain flashed in He Qinqin's eyes as she tapped the "stop recording video" button on her phone's camera.
Looking at the footage she had just taken, He Qinqin clicked her tongue a few times: "She's only been in the Si family for a month, and she's already sitting in the passenger seat of a rich person. She really doesn't know how to be reserved at all."
"No wonder he's an outstanding intern praised by colleagues and superiors for his high efficiency."
She rolled her eyes. Li Han was so cheap.
I wouldn't be so infatuated with a luxury car that I'd easily get into another man's car.
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