We went to the restaurant on the first floor again, but this time it wasn't for breakfast, it was for dinner.
Qiao Zhen sat on the soft chair, her hands supporting her waist. Lu Zheng's stamina was too good; she simply couldn't withstand such prolonged torment. Six or seven hours had passed with almost no rest.
Qiao Zhen, who was lying on the table, sighed deeply.
What would you like to eat?
Lu Zheng's handsome white shirt flashed before my eyes as he sat down beside Qiao Zhen, reaching out to support her waist and saying, "Let me give you a massage."
Qiao Zhen immediately pushed his hand away.
Although the gentle pressure of his palms on her lower back could relieve her soreness, there were so many people here!
Qiao Zhen looked around. It was lunchtime, and people were coming in one after another. Qiao Zhen gritted her teeth, got up, and sat opposite Lu Zheng. She said irritably, "I don't want to eat. I have no appetite."
Lu Zheng smiled, not caring about her actions while sitting opposite him, and stood up, saying, "I'll go get you something to eat."
Before long, the table was full of food.
Lu Zheng placed the steamed dumplings and yams in front of her and diligently picked them up with chopsticks. "Eat up. No one in the entire Jiangcheng has ever had the honor of being fed by me."
The aroma of food filled her nostrils. Qiao Zhen looked up, her bright eyes sparkling, and asked Lu Zheng, "Doesn't your fiancée receive this treatment?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zheng frowned and put the steamed dumpling he had picked up back.
Qiao Zhen didn't want to speak, but who could understand her feelings?
She was originally an ordinary working woman, working hard to earn money to support her younger brother, but ended up getting involved with Lu Zheng, who was powerful and influential.
The problem is that women admire strength; everyone likes a strong man who gives them a sense of security.
Qiao Zhen was no exception.
But her moral compass and bottom line forced her to face reality.
The other party has a fiancée; the two are well-matched in terms of social standing and appearance.
Seeing Lu Zheng leaning back in his chair with a cold and distant expression, Qiao Zhen suppressed her sadness and said, "Your fiancée is very beautiful. She must love you very much."
"Shut up."
Lu Zheng kicked the table leg, stood up, walked to Qiao Zhen, and looked down at her, saying, "You really haven't changed. You want to refuse, but you say it in such a high-sounding way."
Qiao Zhen was stunned for a moment, "What?"
She doesn't understand what it means that she hasn't changed.
Lu Zheng sneered, "Qiao Zhen, are you suddenly bringing up my fiancée because you're jealous, or are you reminding me of your status in my eyes?"
identity?
Qiao Zhen was a little confused. What kind of identity did she have?
She was just someone hidden away in the gutter, someone who couldn't be seen by anyone.
"Mr. Lu, you've misunderstood."
Qiao Zhen stood up, her eyes a little red. She forced back her sobs and said in a steady tone, "I just want to remind President Lu that you have a fiancée, and I don't want to be a mistress who ruins other people's lives."
She glanced at the restaurant, which was now getting crowded, and said with her head down, "I'm leaving now."
No one knew that the two people who were fine just a moment ago could turn into this with just one sentence.
Lu Zheng didn't chase after her, but silently watched Qiao Zhen's lonely figure, his eyes deep, lost in thought.
After leaving the restaurant, a warm breeze blew on her face. Qiao Zhen raised her hand to wipe her eyes; it was normal to get something in her eyes in such a strong wind.
The city's neon lights came on, pedestrians hurried along the streets, and cars streamed by; even the dim streetlights couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the traffic.
Qiao Zhen walked silently down the street, carrying her handbag.
She was feeling unwell and walked very slowly.
There was a little girl selling flowers ahead, and she would approach people to ask her for their flowers, but most of them refused.
Qiao Zhen walked around the little girl from behind. She couldn't afford it, nor did she want to buy this flashy but impractical thing.
As she walked, she stopped, looking at the dust on the ground. She recalled what Lu Zheng had just said: was she the same as before?
What do you mean? Did they know each other before?
Qiao Zhen shook her head, saying she didn't know him.
She had no memory of Lu Zheng.
But why would Lu Zheng say that?
Back home, Qiao Zhen hadn't thought things through, so she could only quickly wash up and go to bed.
The next morning, as soon as she arrived at the company, Ling Yiyi rushed over, raised her hand, and slapped her hard across the face.
Her cheeks were flushed and burning, and Qiao Zhen covered her face before she could even speak.
Ling Yiyi pointed at her forehead and said, "You slut, you seduced Ruyi's boyfriend, why don't you just die?"
As Ling Yiyi spoke, she raised her hand to hit him again, but was pulled away by her colleague next to her.
Qiao Zhen understood. She lowered her hand from her face and sneered, "Didn't you say you signed the contract and even gave it to the design department to expedite the drawings? Why are you so angry now? What does losing your order have to do with me?"
Qiao Zhen knew that He Yang had made a move.
Unexpectedly, He Yang got the job done in just half a day yesterday.
He was even more short of money than Qiao Zhen.
"You bitch."
Ling Yiyi was furious and roared, "It was you! You did it! You're angry that Ruyi stole your boyfriend, so you use this kind of trick against me! You despicable slut, you must have slept with him to do this! I'd like to see who would want a woman like you!"
Qiao Zhen was protected by the crowd and retreated.
The supervisor looked displeased: "Ling Yiyi, we're all colleagues, don't resort to violence, let's talk this out."
Ling Yiyi roared, "You all heard that! She made it very clear that she stole my order. Aren't you afraid that someone like that will steal your credit in our company? She should be kicked out."
"The project hasn't been signed yet. Whoever signs it owns it. Besides, I haven't signed it yet."
Qiao Zhen retorted without backing down, "You never signed anything before, you just said the project was settled. Now that the project hasn't been signed, you're blaming me? What gives you the right?"
"You said it yourself, my boyfriend was stolen by your best friend, and because of that, he feels guilty towards me, so he gave me the project. Is there a problem with that?"
Qiao Zhen had already suffered grievances from Lu Zheng, and the grievances that couldn't be spoken were the most painful.
"Dear colleagues, my boyfriend and I have been together for three or four years. Just because I am poor, he fell in love with someone else. Before we broke up, he slept with Song Ruyi. Song Ruyi and Ling Yiyi are good friends. They say birds of a feather flock together, so it is clear that Ling Yiyi is not a moral or ethical person either."
"This project was put out to tender by Fuzhou Hospital. I'm just asking her for some compensation. Is there a problem with that?"
Ling Yiyi reached out to grab her hair, "You bitch, why do you need my order for compensation? I'll kill you, kill you."
The office was in complete chaos.
Just then, a petite figure stepped in front of Qiao Zhen, her expression gentle and her words tender, "Stop it, everyone. This can't happen at President Lu's company."
Shen Yan turned around and asked Qiao Zhen with concern, "Are you alright?"
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