Although he didn't get the position of project manager, Qin Yuchuan, whether out of a sense of compensation or something else, gave Fang Yu a 30% raise.
She was the only one in the entire department to get a raise.
Salary should be kept confidential, and when the HR department notified them, they didn't tell anyone.
But somehow, the news still leaked out, and although the scope was small, everyone in the same department knew about it.
In terms of seniority and project experience, no matter how you calculate it, those who receive a raise are not eligible.
Envy naturally leads to exclusion.
"Damn it, it must have been Song Ningxue who did this!"
"No one else but her can get access to the HR department's internal documents," Song Nuan said calmly. "Since she wants to force you to leave, then let her have her way."
Xu Yiran grumbled and cursed.
"That shameless woman, she's always causing trouble."
Song Nuan took a big gulp of wine, a cold smile playing on her lips. "If she can't have the Song family, she'll settle for the next best thing and infiltrate the Qin family. She wants to have everything. There's no such thing as a free lunch."
Just by looking at her expression, Fang Yu knew that Song Ningxue was in trouble.
The music in the bar was deafening.
Song Nuan and Xu Yiran were already drunk, drinking beer bottle after bottle, and Fang Yu couldn't stop them. Just as Fang Yu snatched the glass from Song Nuan's hand, Xu Yiran stumbled and walked towards the dance floor.
Her mind was unclear, but her movements were incredibly agile, like an eel; it took Fang Yu a lot of effort to catch her.
"Don't grab me...I want to dance!"
"You can't even stand up straight, yet you want to dance? What's the point of dancing? You'd be lucky to get a chance to lie down and be someone's insole."
Xu Yiran wouldn't listen to a word she said.
With a wave of his hand, he easily broke free from Fang Yu's restraints.
"you……"
"Bang--"
A sharp sound of a bottle shattering rang out behind her. Fang Yu's heart tightened, and she subconsciously turned around to see Song Nuan fighting with a burly man at the next table over a bottle of wine.
It was as if a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.
With a buzzing sound in her head, Fang Yu didn't care about Xu Yiran anymore. She let go of her hand, and Xu Yiran fell to the ground with a thud. This fall seemed to wake her up, and she looked at Fang Yu in a daze.
Fang Yu glanced at her, then at Song Nuan, stamped her foot, and ran towards Song Nuan.
Song Nuan was surrounded by the men at the next table.
"Damn it, they're trying to steal my drinks! Do they even know whose turf this is?"
"The young master of the An family is sitting right behind me. Open your eyes wide and get away from me. Don't get in my way and stop trying to get close to the young master!"
What prince?
Is there a crown prince in Liangcheng with a higher position and more power than Li Jingchen?
Still half-asleep, Song Nuan clung to the wine, scoffing, "What kind of bullshit prince is he? Who are you trying to scare? Do you know Li Jingchen of Liangcheng? He has to listen to me!"
"Hey, who is it, talking so arrogantly?"
Among the crowd, a red-haired boy with a wicked smile was surrounded by people.
Do you know who Li Jingchen is?
"Of course... um—" Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was suddenly covered tightly by an icy hand, and she heard apologies repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry."
Fang Yu bowed repeatedly in apology.
She could tell that these people in front of her were not to be trifled with, especially the red-haired guy, who looked to be no more than 20 years old, but whose eyes and brows exuded confidence and arrogance.
She grabbed Song Nuan and tried to leave.
One of the big, fat men blocked their way. "Hey, you wrecked our place, and you think you can just leave?"
"Brother, she's drunk, why bother arguing with her?" Fang Yu said with a forced smile.
"Just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can steal and smash things. Well, I'm drunk now too, how about I punch you?"
When Fatty yelled, the smell of alcohol wafted from his mouth, making Song Nuan pinch her nose.
Fang Yu cautiously took a few steps back.
"Alright, Ah Hu, stop scaring people," the red-haired boy said. "You can leave once you've paid the money."
The following sentence was clearly said to Fang Yu.
She immediately handed the money to Fatty. At this moment, Xu Yiran also stumbled back. Fang Yu didn't dare to delay and grabbed one of them with each hand as they left.
I called Lu Ziyang as soon as I left the bar.
"Mr. Lu, Song Nuan is drunk right now. Could you come and pick her up?"
Fang Yu squatted by the roadside, flustered and clumsy. With one hand she supported the unsteady Song Nuan, while the other she held her phone and made a call. Her eyes were also fixed on Xu Yiran, who was fast asleep on a public bench.
She will never go out drinking with them again!
Where?
Fang Yu gave an address.
"Wait for me for ten minutes."
Not long after, a black Ghost pulled up in front of the bar, and the sound of its horn startled Xu Yiran.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Lu Ziyang get out of the car, pick up Song Nuan, and put her in the back seat.
She rubbed her eyes.
At this moment, Fang Yu walked over and looked down at her. "You're awake? Perfect, I'll take you home."
"Who's that guy? Lu Ziyang?"
"right."
"Why does he drive a Rolls-Royce Ghost? Is he that rich?"
Fang Yu rolled her eyes and grabbed her, pulling her away.
Just as he closed the car door, Li Jingchen's phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it, raising an eyebrow slightly.
After the call connected, he asked, "What do you want?"
"It really is you, Brother Jing."
The voice behind him and the phone rang simultaneously. Li Jingchen turned his head and was immediately drawn to a striking head of fiery red hair.
"An Jiahan."
"Brother Jing, please don't call me that, it scares me."
Li Jingchen looked at him calmly, put away his phone, and said, "It's your business if you secretly return to China, but I advise you to dye your red hair back to black."
The An family, one of the four major families, has two children, one of whom is An Jiahan. He also has an older brother named An Wang.
An Wang spends most of his time abroad and is currently pursuing a medical doctorate.
An Jiahan stuck out his tongue and changed the subject, "I just met a female drunkard at a bar. She was so drunk that she kept saying you have to listen to her. It cracked me up. I recorded it and I'll show it to you."
He excitedly clicked on the video.
"Not interested." Li Jingchen pushed his hand away, walked around the front of the car, got into the driver's seat, and drove away.
An Jiahan scoffed, then resumed watching the video with relish.
Ten minutes later, at Huating Residential Area.
Feeling warm all over, Song Nuan let out a soft moan. She slowly opened her eyes and saw blurry figures walking around in front of her.
“Zhou Jing…”
The man who was making her honey water stopped in his tracks upon hearing the sound, his eyes suddenly turning cold and sharp. He slammed down the cup in his hand and leaned close to her, asking, "Who were you calling just now?"
She chuckled twice. "Thank you."
"Whom should I thank?"
"you."
"who I am?"
“Zhou…Ouyang Zhou Jing”.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and Song Nuan hugged her arms tightly, curled up, and kept muttering, "Clothes, put on clothes."
Li Jingchen covered her with a blanket with a dark expression.
She grinned. "Zhou Jing, thank you for buying me the clothes. I'll pay for them."
Li Jingchen: "..."
The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his hands were clenched into fists.
He had only been away from her for a day since returning from Country A, and she had already done so many things with Ouyang Zhoujing that he didn't know about.
Buying clothes again?
Does his woman need someone else to buy her clothes?
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