The day after returning to the east of the city, President Han settled Rong Shang's salary for the previous month and even gave her a raise.
In the evening, she went home and handed over her salary to Chi Shan.
A few days later, Rong Xun resumed updating online.
Rong Shang was originally in charge of his editing, but for some reason, President Han came to talk to her that day and said that he wanted to arrange someone to be specifically in charge of Rong Xun's publicity and recommendations.
Since it was all work anyway, Rong Shang didn't care.
But to her surprise, the person Mr. Han arranged was Tang Xin.
Just as President Han had a table and chair put together in her office, the woman walked in from outside, wearing high heels.
At this moment, she took off her sunglasses and greeted her with a smug look on her face, "Miss Chi, right? We meet again."
Tang Xin was like a clown, recklessly showing off in front of Rong Shang about issues she didn't care about at all.
Rong Shang sneered, leaned back, and casually replied, "Yes, it's really fate."
A cryptic gaze fell on the new table that had just been added next to her desk, and Rong Shang chuckled as she raised the corners of her lips.
This guy even has to squeeze into the same office as his love rival; that's quite a peculiar habit.
Seeing her looking at her desk, Tang smiled smugly and walked over to her.
A moment later, as the chair was pulled out, Tang Xin sat down in the seat next to her, her hand, painted with French manicure, slowly resting on the mouse in front of her.
"Late Moon, after the dream—"
"Miss Tang."
Before Tang Xin could finish speaking, Rong Shang suddenly interrupted her and moved a few steps closer.
Those striking features were so close, Tang Xin's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively asked, "What?"
But then, a long strand of hair was gently held in the woman's hand. Tang Xin looked directly at her. The woman's beautiful peach blossom eyes seemed both reproachful and affectionate, and one glance was enough to make one lose their soul.
Tang Xin was momentarily stunned, but then she heard Rong Shang's languid and sexy voice slowly say, "I say, Miss Tang, the person you like isn't me, is it?"
"Otherwise, why would Miss Tang follow me wherever I go?"
"You..." Tang Xin blushed at her words, "You're talking nonsense."
"How could I possibly like a woman like you?"
If it weren't for the fact that she was Rong Xun's girlfriend, she wouldn't even want to look at her right now.
"Heh." The smile vanished from Rong Chang's lips, and her eyes suddenly turned cold. "If it's not that, then you're just trying to make yourself noticed."
"Beep beep—"
"Beep beep—"
At this moment, QQ on the computer kept ringing.
Rong Shang turned around and started replying to the messages one by one.
Tang Xin, standing beside her, had a dark expression. "Why would I need to seek validation?"
"You don't even know how many years I've known Rong Xun, and how long you've known him."
“You should say these things to him, not me.”
Some people's thoughts are always so inexplicable.
In Rong Chang's opinion: Utterly foolish.
"Do I need to say anything more about the relationship between him and me?" Displeased with her attitude, Tang Xin's words began to sound somewhat reckless.
But she never knew what kind of woman she was facing.
Just as she finished speaking, Rong Shang suddenly turned around.
Tang Xin couldn't see whether she pushed the chair or what, but in an instant, she was in front of her and grabbed her chin.
"Well."
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