Assistant Ye, sitting in the front, coughed lightly: "Hongyu, the young master came to Fudan University to pick you up for dinner tonight. Of course, it's on the way."
Chu Hongyu: "...Hmm."
No wonder I ended up here, but was it on my way?
Chu Hongyu glanced at the front seats; Assistant Ye and the driver, Mark, were already seated there, so she could only sit in the back.
That wasn't a position that an intern assistant who was about to leave the company should have been in.
She opened the back door and got in.
As an employee, there's nothing I can do to repay the big boss, especially since the big boss is much richer than me. So I'll just do my job well and stand firm until the very end.
Seeing her get into the car, Ning Bingyu instructed Mark, "Drive."
Then, he picked up the documents beside him, adjusted his glasses, and began to review them.
Chu Hongyu felt a little uncomfortable and looked down at her dirty dress and hands.
Needless to say, her hair was pulled so much it looked like a bird's nest!
Chu Hongyu closed her eyes. She had never been so undignified and utterly disgraced in her life.
During the chaotic and disorderly years of the past, my parents worked at a bank during the day and were supervised to write self-criticisms and clean public toilets until midnight at night.
And so, she never suffered a single hardship.
Dad gets up to cook breakfast for her, and Mom combs her hair every morning, making it neat and tidy, then ties a little red flower in it before sending her to school.
Even if clothes are patched, they are still clean, tidy, and presentable.
The treatment has improved a lot in recent years, and they give her whatever they can get.
But the things she did... were like knives stabbing her father and mother in the heart, almost dragging them down with her!
He considered himself clever, but now he realizes it was a ridiculous display of petty cleverness that nearly cost his entire family dearly, leaving him badly injured and barely managing to escape.
Chu Hongyu closed her sore eyes, turned her face away, and tried her best not to shed tears next to Ning Bingyu.
After a while, having calmed herself down, she said softly, "Young Master, I'm afraid this outfit isn't suitable for the dinner party. When we get to the restaurant, you all go in first, and I'll take care of myself and go buy some..."
"Mark, stop at the nearby department store when we get there," Ning Bingyu instructed without looking up, while reading the documents.
Mark nodded: "Yes."
Chu Hongyu was taken aback. Looking at Ning Bingyu, who was focused on his work, she ultimately said nothing and neatly organized the stack of documents next to him.
Ning Bingyu watched her carefully tidy up her things, his deep eyes behind his glasses flickered slightly, and he glanced at Assistant Ye indifferently: "Take out the first aid kit from the front seat."
Assistant Ye immediately took a red first-aid kit with English labels from the front seat drawer, turned around and handed it to Chu Hongyu.
He said gently, "Hongyu, take care of your wounds."
Chu Hongyu felt both embarrassed and warm. She took the first-aid kit and said softly, "Thank you, young master, thank you, assistant."
Her colleagues and boss were not the cold-blooded business elites she had previously imagined.
She endured the pain and used the disinfectant and ointment inside to treat her wounds, removing the sand and dust.
However, she couldn't apply medicine to the scratch on the back of her arm caused by her cousin-in-law Su Xueming's fingernails, and it took her a long time to get it right...
She gave up, but the next moment, a slender hand suddenly pulled out a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and pressed it onto the wound on the back of her arm.
Ning Bingyu said calmly, "Alright."
Chu Hongyu's eyes twitched in pain, and she almost wanted to curse, but she restrained herself.
She gritted her teeth and said softly, "Thank you."
You can't swear, you can't, someone saved her.
Sure enough, the car stopped shortly afterward. Chu Hongyu, enduring the pain, was about to pack up her first-aid kit and get out of the car.
But Ning Bingyu, who was sitting next to him, put down the documents in his hand and said, "Wait in the car."
Then, Chu Hongyu watched as the tall, slender figure got out of the car and walked into the department store.
Chu Hongyu was completely baffled and looked at Assistant Ye with some confusion: "Assistant, what's wrong with Young Master Ye...?"
Assistant Ye coughed lightly: "Hongyu, you just focus on treating your wound."
Seeing his words, Chu Hongyu could only sit in the car and treat her wounds first.
About ten minutes later, Ning Bingyu came out carrying a cloth bag with the name of the department store printed on it.
"Go change your clothes when we get to the restaurant." Ning Bingyu got into the car and handed her the bag deftly.
Chu Hongyu was taken aback, took the bag, and felt a mix of emotions.
Young Master Ning bought her clothes because he saw she looked so disheveled. I didn't know Young Master Ning very well; he's actually a very nice person.
Holding the clothes, she said earnestly, "Thank you, the money and the tickets..."
But why not have Ye's assistant and Mark help with the purchase?
"No need, start driving immediately, at top speed!" Ning Bingyu interrupted her calmly, glanced at his watch, and gave the order decisively.
Mark immediately stepped on the gas, and the car shot off at high speed.
Assistant Ye glanced at his watch as he reported, "Young Master, we can still make it to the last half hour of the dinner. Director Ou will also arrive in the last half hour. Then we'll go to the Municipal Party Committee canteen together; they're having a late-night snack tonight."
Chu Hongyu swayed slightly, quickly grabbing the handle on the car window to barely steady herself: "..."
Okay, let's leave it at that for now. Her boss doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk to her about how much the outfit cost or how many fabric coupons she needed. She'll pay him back later.
But... for some reason, she always felt that something was off about him buying her clothes...
But the car was swaying so much in the wind that she felt dizzy and couldn't remember anything for a moment.
About ten minutes later, they finally arrived at the restaurant.
At this moment, Chu Hongyu hadn't eaten anything, but she already felt nauseous.
She'd ridden in cars before, but this driving style... she felt like her brain was about to explode.
However, Young Master Ning next door was completely unharmed. He even processed three documents in his car—two in English and one in German!
He's simply a chosen capitalist!
"Young Master! Director Ou just went in ten minutes ago, hurry!!" Melissa and her colleagues stood at the door and rushed to open it as soon as they saw Young Master Ning.
Ning Bingyu instinctively reached for his suit jacket, but after glancing at Chu Hongyu's disheveled state, he turned back and instructed Melissa, "The rest of you come in with me. You stay here and help her change her clothes and get her sorted out."
In mainland China, wearing a tailored waistcoat and ties on the sleeves isn't considered too impolite.
Another car, driven by Tony, arrived, and everyone else got out and followed Ning Bingyu inside.
Melissa looked at Chu Hongyu's disheveled appearance and paused for a moment, but acted as if she hadn't seen it. She didn't ask why, but just helped her take the bag of clothes: "Come on, Hongyu, I'll take you to the restroom. I have a makeup bag here for touching up your makeup."
Looking at Ning Bingyu's tall and straight back, Chu Hongyu put on his coat with mixed feelings and followed Melissa to the bathroom.
After arriving at the bathroom, Chu Hongyu changed her clothes, combed her hair, looked in the mirror, and suddenly realized...
This bodycon maxi skirt and long-sleeved accordion shirt suit me perfectly!
Her bust, waist, and hips are all too perfectly proportioned!!
Chu Hongyu's face flushed red and then turned pale. After a moment's thought, she took a deep breath, applied some simple makeup, and then left the restroom.
"Melissa...Does the young master often give his fiancée clothes?" She handed back the makeup bag and asked casually.
Melissa took it and smiled: "How could the young master buy it himself? He always instructs his secretary to buy the sizes. Previously, Vivian was in charge, and she kept a table of all the female companions' sizes."
She paused, then reminded him, "But the young master doesn't have a fiancée anymore, so remember not to mention Miss Cha in front of him."
Chu Hongyu nodded with a strange expression: "...Okay."
The female companions can make tables of all sizes. It seems that Ning has a lot of female friends, which is why she has developed the ability to tell her height and bust/waist/hip measurements at a glance.
No wonder the young master went down to buy her clothes himself... because it was the most efficient and time-saving way for him to buy them, and he could make it to the last half hour of the dinner party!
She took a deep breath—this guy is so efficient, it would be a waste if he didn't become a capitalist.
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