Recently, the company's projects have all been on the right track. Zhong Ruanxing has little to do except report on the progress, so she can fully experience the joy of slacking off in the president's office.
When in a new environment, she can't help wanting to add something new. Whenever she has nothing to do, she lies on the comfortable leather sofa and shops online. The deliveries have finally arrived one by one these past two days.
When Tong Ling received the call from the company receptionist, she thought she had misheard: "President Song's...deliveries?"
Receptionist: "Yes, ten of them."
Tong Ling was in a daze: "Okay, I'll come down to get them right away."
Riding the elevator to the first floor, the beautiful receptionist had the same dazed expression: "Sister Tong, these are all... I didn't know President Song would shop online too!"
Don't ask her! She was also very surprised!
Tong Ling took the packages back, and couldn't help but look at the logistics information. The recipient was indeed the boss's name, but why was the seller called "Cute Cultural Dream Small Store"?
As if glimpsing some terrible secret, Tong Ling quickly withdrew her gaze, not daring to look any further.
After knocking on the door of the president's office, a few seconds later she heard the boss' low, charming voice: "Come in."
Tong Ling pushed open the door: "President Song, your deliveries have arrived."
Zhong Ruanxing had just gotten up from the sofa and sat up straight. She still maintained Song JinXing's image in front of others: "Put them on the table."
Tong Ling did as she was told, and was about to leave when she suddenly heard the boss ask: "Did you dye your hair?"
Tong Ling was shocked, and her brain worked furiously to quickly recall if there was a clear ban on hair dye in the company handbook.
In just three seconds, just three seconds, she had already thought through how to write her resignation letter!
Then she heard the boss say in a smiling tone: "The new hair color looks great."
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
Tong Ling's cheeks were a little red. She usually spoke very little in front of the boss, only brief exchanges about work. At this moment, she couldn't help but respond: "I went shopping yesterday and came across a new store having its grand opening. They happened to have a discount, so I tried it out."
Zhong Ruanxing almost couldn't resist asking where the new store was. She wanted to try it too.
Luckily she didn't forget her identity, and solemnly nodded: "Not bad, it suits your skin tone."
Tong Ling suppressed her accelerated heartbeat: "Thank you for the compliment, President Song."
As she left, Tong secretary's skirt fluttered a little.
Zhong Ruanxing
happily started opening the packages. There were desk ornaments she had bought, an air conditioning blanket for afternoon naps, casual slippers to wear specifically in the office, and the rest were finance and economics books she had previously chosen.
Her signature was practiced enough to fake authenticity. Next she had to study economics!
Maybe if she became unemployed in the future and couldn't make it as an actress, she could still develop a second career.
Zhong Ruanxing turned on her laptop enthusiastically and opened an economics book.
Two hours later, Zhong Ruanxing died.
Why, why were they all Chinese characters? She recognized them individually, but together they made no sense! This was too difficult for a liberal arts student!
Economics and finance, so freaking hard!
Slumped lifeless in the chair for ten minutes, Zhong Ruanxing couldn't help but open WeChat and click into her chat with Song JinXing. She saw the notes he had sent her the day before, summarizing acting techniques and "humbly asking" her: Did I get anything wrong in these summaries?
Zhong Ruanxing revived on the spot.
No! She couldn't lose!!!
As long as she didn't die from studying, she would study like her life depended on it!
Zhong Ruanxing marched towards death and opened the book again, making good use of Baidu Baike and Bilibili tutorials.
After an afternoon, she didn't know how much hair she had pulled out from frustration. But it was fine, the one going bald was the president, not her.
She was still listening to a Bilibili expert explain economic data, drooping her cheeks, when there was a knock at the office door. Fu Ling walked in hurriedly: "Boss, the people you sent to keep an eye on Third Miss have sent back a message saying a sneaky man went into Third Miss' home."
Zhong Ruanxing frowned: "Is Shuling at home?"
Fu Ling replied: "No, Third Miss went shopping this afternoon."
Zhong Ruanxing got up and put on a coat: "Tell those two to stand guard at the door, don't let the man get away. Let's go over right now."
There had always been gossip saying the boss was cold-blooded and didn't care for his family. Following the boss, Fu Ling really wished he could bring those rumormongers over to take a good look at how much the boss cared about his younger sister!
The house Song Shuling lived in was given to her by Father Song when she came of age, bought in the famously affluent district of Jing City, a large duplex unit.
Song JinXing had probably never been here before. When the driver drove into the luxury residential compound, the security guard checked for a long time before respectfully allowing them to enter after learning of Song's identity.
Since entry was so strict, how did that sneaky man get in?
Zhong Ruanxing followed Fu Ling all the way to Song Shuling's front door. The door was half open, and the subordinates keeping watch had already subdued the intruding man. She didn't know how Fu Ling had conveyed the message, but the man was tied up elaborately, with a towel stuffed in his mouth, looking exactly like a kidnapped victim.
Zhong Ruanxing entered the house and waved for Fu Ling to close the door before walking up to the struggling man.
He was quite a young and oily handsome man.
The very capable-looking subordinate next to him respectfully said: "Boss Song, he stole Third Miss' jewelry and designer bags. They're all here."
Zhong Ruanxing glanced at the dirty items on the side, then looked condescendingly at the terrified man. After taking a picture of him, she found Song Shuling on WeChat and sent it over.
The reply came quickly. Song Shuling sent back three question marks.
Zhong Ruanxing: 【Do you know him?】
Song Shuling: 【......!! I'm coming back right away!】
She had seen that Song Shuling's door had a passcode lock and wasn't broken into. This man could enter the residential compound smoothly and knew the passcode to Song Shuling's home. Clearly something was going on.
Zhong Ruanxing glanced at the shivering young man, and didn't bother with him further. While waiting for Song Shuling to return, she put on Bluetooth earphones to finish watching the Bilibili expert's video she had been watching in the office.
In less than half an hour, she heard the sound of the passcode being entered outside the door. Song Shuling, looking rushed, pushed the door open. Seeing the scene inside, the angry expression on her face froze, then became somewhat complicated.
Seeing her, the young man immediately struggled violently, the towel in his mouth muffling his cries of her name.
Zhong Ruanxing took off her earphones and signaled for the subordinate to remove the towel from his mouth.
As soon as it was removed, she immediately heard his pathetic wailing cries: "Lingling! Save me! Tell them we know each other, I'm not a thief!"
Song Shuling's expression was ugly. She walked up to him and slapped him resoundingly, snarling: "We broke up already, what are you still doing at my house!"
Oh? Turns out he was the ex-boyfriend.
Zhong Ruanxing raised her eyebrows.
The ex-boyfriend didn't get angry from being hit, only desperately begged for mercy: "Lingling, it's all a misunderstanding. Tell them to let me go first, my hands are about to break off, they beat me up too, I think my bones are fractured."
Song Shuling: "You deserve it! Why didn't they just beat you to death!"
