"It doesn’t matter how she reacts; just say it," He Yirong spoke indifferently, "By the way, have you seen a child... around three or four years old?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noᴠelfire.net
La Jiao was taken aback and shook her head, "No... no."
"Then forget it." He Yirong’s tone was neither regretful nor anything specific, "Your task is completed, the money I promised you has already been given to you, you can take the plane ticket and go back to Yanzhou City by yourself."
La Jiao did not dare to object and obediently bowed her head to get out of the car.
When she received the plane ticket from the bodyguard’s hand, she was still somewhat bewildered.
When Director He found her, she had already prepared herself to make sacrifices, but she did not expect that in the end, she almost did nothing and easily got a large sum of money.
She should be happy, but... why was there a vague sense of loss in her heart...
The girl silently recited these three words, remembering the man’s god-like handsome appearance and outstanding demeanor, she was slightly lost in thought.
He Yirong leaned against the backrest, sinking into deep thought.
Jingyao was impervious to reason, so he had no choice but to start with Su Zixi.
But he found that he actually dared not meet this woman, and that child.
Perhaps he was afraid that he would become lenient.
But after all, the fate of the He Family was what mattered most. Although he did not like Su Zixi, it wasn’t that he was particularly against her being with Jingyao. However, now, the He Family and HI Corporation could both be ruined because of her presence.
He just had to be the villain then.
Thinking this, He Yirong sighed, then made a phone call to Uncle Li.
In the villa, Zhixi still sat on the couch motionless long after La Jiao had left.
It wasn’t until Uncle Li approached with the phone, speaking softly, "Young Mistress, the master wants to speak with you," that she finally lifted her head and smiled nonchalantly before taking the phone.
"Hello Uncle Li," she spoke calmly.
He Yirong chuckled, "Miss Leslie."
"Hardly, you know I am Su Zixi," Zhixi replied with neither servility nor overbearance.
"Alright, Zhixi," He Yirong did not insist, "You should understand why I am calling you."
"I do," Zhixi’s tone was slightly ironic as she curled her lips, "Your intentions are clear."
"Since you understand, I don’t want to say much," He Yirong’s tone was very heavy, "My request is not high, at least before the dust settles from the election, I don’t want you and Jingyao to be together every day."
"And after the election?"
"If Zhuo Yuwei steps down, then there is no problem, I would even personally arrange your wedding. If Zhuo Yuwei is reelected... that’s another matter."
Zhixi fell into a long silence before responding softly, "What’s the deal with that Miss La Jiao?"
He Yirong laughed, "That’s exactly it. Of course, you can choose not to believe."
Zhixi took a deep breath before speaking hoarsely, "Alright, I will consider your request."
"That would be for the best," He Yirong spoke calmly, "I think, if you truly love Jingyao, you wouldn’t want to see him make unreasonable decisions because of you."
After saying this, the phone was hung up.
Zhixi listened to the busy signal on the phone for a while before finally putting the phone down.
Suddenly, she stood up and walked towards her room.
Just as she approached the doorway, she heard the soft, tender voice of Xiaobao, occasionally mixed with Jingyao’s deep, gentle laughter.