Zhang Rui thought back and suddenly realized something strange.
"President Rong is handsome and young with great potential. Didn’t she say she worked for Yun Shang? If she’s an employee at Yun Shang, then it’s not surprising she knows our President Rong."
Driver Brother Zhang chuckled, "Maybe she insisted on compensation just to add our President Rong on WeChat. Didn’t she just tell him not to delete her?"
"You’ve got a point; it’s indeed not surprising that someone from Yun Shang knows our President Rong." Zhang Rui was convinced by this reasoning.
Perhaps because a girl with the same name suddenly appeared, Zhang Rui couldn’t help but sigh.
"I wonder when our Young President Rong will wake up. Everyone in our company misses her so much."
Zhang Rui said, "The doctor says Young President Rong has no will to live. Brother Zhang, don’t you think our President Rong cares about her a lot? Now that she’s sick, how sad must President Rong be? So many people in our company are hoping for her return. Isn’t it a bit heartless of Young President Rong to sleep so comfortably while we’re all so worried?"
"Young President Rong was always too busy to date. If she had a boyfriend, maybe the power of love could wake her up."
Old Zhang had been Rong Kuo’s driver for several years. Sometimes he would also drive Rong Qingqing to and from work, so he was very familiar with both bosses.
With Young President Rong’s incident, more than half of the company was upset.
Especially the tech department led by Young President Rong. They were always lamenting on the company forum, all praying for her to wake up soon and continue intellectually outshining them.
"She’ll wake up," Rong Kuo was confident. "The doctor says she has no will to live, but I don’t believe it."
Rong Kuo said, "We’ve overcome such difficult years together; now that life is better, how could she bear to keep sleeping? Would she give up all her pretty clothes and shoes? Her newly bought bags and jewelry?" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩
"President Rong, when you get back, try telling Young President Rong that for every day she doesn’t wake up, you’ll throw away one of her lipsticks. If all the lipsticks are gone and she’s still not awake, throw her shoes. After the shoes, toss her bags and those pretty dresses she seems to have staked half her life on." Zhang Rui proposed what he believed was an excellent idea.
He immediately received the approval of both Rong Kuo and Old Zhang.
"Not a bad idea," Rong Kuo chuckled softly, "Even if it’s out of anger, it might wake her."
Meanwhile, unaware that her treasured collection of lipsticks, shoes, and bags was in danger, Rong Qingqing had already arrived at the auto dealership.
Rong Qingqing felt the car with four rings didn’t match her aura, so after buying it, it was crashed by that idiot Shen Xingwei.
This time, Rong Qingqing went straight to the BMW showroom.
Upon entering, she asked just one question, "Which cars under a million are available for immediate delivery?"
The sales representative, upon hearing this, eagerly showed Rong Qingqing a few models in the showroom.
Rong Qingqing glanced over them and pointed to a white two-seater, "What other colors does this one come in besides white?"
When it came to specifications and such, Rong Qingqing honestly didn’t care.
The main thing was to choose one that looked good.
"If you order, you can customize any color you want, but for available stock, we only have white and bright red," the salesperson said. "I think the bright red suits you particularly well."
Rong Qingqing was tempted for a moment.
But then she remembered the car she bought for Shen Xingwei was also red.
Forget it, she didn’t want the same color as that crappy car.