When Zong Che came back, he happened to see the scene of Rong Dai talking with Xin Ziqing, and couldn't help frowning. He found Song Xuechun and asked her about what happened in the conference room before going to find Rong Dai.
"Do I need to make separate arrangements for your schedule over the next three days?"
Rong Dai looked back at him: "No need. Since I'm here to learn, I can't be a prima donna."
More importantly, she didn't want the organizers of Fashion Wings to think she was throwing her weight around. Even less did she want to give Xin Ziqing more leverage over her.
Zong Che nodded and looked at her for a few moments before hesitantly telling her about it.
"I've already told Chairman Huo that there was absolutely no problem with the design drafts when they were with me."
"I'm not saying this to shirk responsibility, but because I want to find out where the problem occurred."
"I've already sent Lu Nianzhi a message back home. She'll keep an eye on things on the Jinxiu Store side."
Rong Dai nodded. "The problem didn't happen on your end. I know where it happened."
She recalled that when she was working on the design drafts in Yun Cheng, a foreign tourist had suddenly taken a photo of her and her husband.
If she remembered correctly, she was still holding the design drafts at that time.
It was a pity that she hadn't thought much of it back then!
Now if she wanted to find that foreigner, it would be like looking for a needle in the ocean.
"Let's put the design draft issue on hold for now. We have no evidence. Making any statements now would only make us seem like we're covering things up."
Rong Dai advised him, preoccupied with other matters in her mind.
Zong Che naturally understood this reasoning, but this matter couldn't just be let go!
"Don't worry, we'll find a loophole in this matter."
Seeing the cold look and confident smile on his face, Rong Dai lightly cautioned him again.
Zong Che wasn't a gossipy person. Although he was puzzled about her feud with Xin Ziqing, he didn't pry any further.
Glancing at his watch, he saw the organizers and judges come out and asked her, "Do you need me to arrange a dinner appointment with Ms. Tao?"
Rong Dai thought about it briefly before nodding. "Arrange it."
Although she had only met Tao Yaofang once before, her words in the conference room had warmed Rong Dai's heart.
She was grateful to Tao Yaofang even though she knew the help was only because of Huo Shao Ting.
"Alright, I'll let you know the time after I've made the arrangements."
"Drink less alcohol at the party tonight." Glancing at his watch again, Zong Che reminded her and added, "Mr. Huo's orders."
Rong Dai smiled lightly. "Got it."
The wine reception ended at noon. Although the organizers had arranged a hotel for meals, Rong Dai had worn high heels all morning and her feet were tired. So she went back to her hotel first, planning to rest before attending the evening party.
But her recurring headache suddenly flared up again. Ever since returning from the village, she'd been getting frequent headaches.
Rong Dai didn't think too much of it. With Zong Che being a grown man, it wasn't right for him to accompany her. And it was Song Xuechun's first rare trip abroad, so of course she'd be curious about everything.
Plus there were bodyguards stationed at the hotel, so Rong Dai let the two go about their business while she took a hot shower by herself and lay down to rest.
Before she knew it, she had slept until nighttime, and her headache still hadn't gone away. She even felt a little dizzy and unsteady.
The doorbell suddenly rang and Rong Dai had to get up to answer it.
"Hey there, beautiful Oriental lady!"
As soon as Rong Dai opened the door, the sharp smell of alcohol and cloying perfume filled her nostrils.
