Chapter 470: Ran straight into Rong Yan
Qu Linjun pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, only to be stunned on the spot when he heard this.
What’s his relation to me?
It wasn’t until Qu Linjun had left the office that he frantically searched on his phone to find out who Rong Yan was. He hadn’t known until he searched, and by then, his face had turned green.
With a dark expression, he charged into the reception room fuming with rage.
Inside the reception room, his secretary and Rong Weiwei were waiting for him. As soon as Weiwei saw him returning, she preemptively revealed a guilty expression and apologized, “Uncle, I’m sorry. I was worried from the start that Mr. Li wouldn’t remember me, and it turned out to be true. I’m so sorry for not being able to help you.”
At the sight of her face, Qu Linjun felt an itch to tear it apart, and he showed no mercy as he slapped her across the face.
Rong Weiwei’s head turned from the impact, and she was completely dazed by the slap. Clutching her face, her watery eyes looked towards him.
“Uncle? What are you doing?”
She was both annoyed and angry, and she really wanted to erupt, but out of consideration for the good relations between Qu Linjun and the Shi Family, she forcibly swallowed the humiliation.
Qu Linjun felt like strangling her, and hearing her call him “uncle” made his ears ring unpleasantly. He sneered coldly and said, “What am I doing? Don’t you have any idea what you did yourself, and you’re still asking me?”
Clutching her face and utterly wronged, Rong Weiwei protested, “What did I do to make you so angry, Uncle?”
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you had offended the Li Family? You tricked me into bringing you here, and you told me you had met Mr. Li, that you had dined with him.”
Why didn’t you tell me earlier that you had offended the Li Family… Rong Weiwei was startled, and following the surprise, she felt a chilling realization.
That damned Rong Yan, it must have been Lin Zhiya who spread the news that she was not liked.
Instinctively defending herself, she said, “I didn’t say I had dinner with Mr. Li; I only said I had met him.”
Qu Linjun didn’t want to hear a word, his face black with anger, and through gritted teeth, he said, “Don’t play these tricks with me. If it weren’t for your deception, would I have brought you here? You’re damn good at acting. I’ll remember today’s incident! You can forget about acting in that investment project in Lin City, there’s no place for you!”
Rong Weiwei never expected the drama, which had already been settled, to suddenly slip through her fingers. She became frantic and annoyed, calling out, “Uncle… ”
But thinking of how embarrassing he’d looked in the meeting room, and recalling what that man had said to him, as well as the news he’d discovered online afterwards, Qu Linjun had no desire to entertain Weiwei. He turned to his secretary and said impatiently, “Let’s go!”
The secretary stole a glance at the awkwardly disheveled Weiwei and followed without looking back.
Initially, there were three of them, but in a blink, only she was left behind.
Rong Weiwei stomped her feet in anger, her lips tightly clenched. She pulled out a mirror to check the mark where she had been struck on her face, then, covering her face, she tried to find the nearest route to leave, just like a mouse scurrying away shamefacedly.
However, as she was making an embarrassed exit, her peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of someone entering from outside.
Rong Weiwei couldn’t help but widen her eyes and furrow her brows.
What was she doing here?
“The two people who came with you have already left. Shall we be going, Miss? This way, please.” In a moment of absent-mindedness, the assistant saw Weiwei and called out.
The two people who came with you have already left.
Rong Weiwei’s face turned pale, and she clenched her silver teeth tightly. Desperately wanting to glance over at Rong Yan and follow to see what was happening, but her current disheveled state and the circumstances didn’t allow her to pursue.
Although she was internally as restless as an ant in a hot pan, Rong Weiwei could only grit her teeth and step into the elevator under the assistant’s gaze.
Leaving the grand building, Rong Weiwei didn’t rush to call for her car; instead, she found a nearby coffee shop and sat waiting.
She was determined to see what Rong Yan was up to here!