The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 337 - 273

"Do you really think you’re qualified?"

Rong Zhi calmly retorted, not reacting to He Qianqiu’s sudden aggression.

He Qianqiu was momentarily stunned, not understanding her meaning, "So what does Director Ying think qualifies one?"

Rong Zhi slowly tapped her forehead, raising her chin slightly, looking at He Qianqiu with an indifferent gaze, "If you truly believed you were qualified, you wouldn’t need to play these tricks."

Ultimately, it’s because He Qianqiu lacks confidence, unable to ensure her risky actions under the pressure of her Perfumer Association senior membership title, she opted for a more dangerous method to guarantee foolproof results.

Beside her, Han Xiqiao was already bewildered.

...Is she caught in some workplace conflict?

A bit thrilling indeed.

Judging by the stance, Rong Zhi clearly holds the authority, while He Qianqiu is retreating under the strong pressure of evidence and rhetoric.

The office remained silent for a long time; after Rong Zhi finished speaking, she didn’t say another word; she was waiting.

As the standoff persisted, He Qianqiu tugged at her stiff lips, her tone slightly tinged with imperceptible guilt, "I understand, Director Ying, you’re right."

Rong Zhi shook her head, "You entered the Ying Family earlier than me, feeling pride is normal, playing some tricks is also normal."

Open and hidden battles are common in the workplace.

But she shouldn’t have caused such a dangerous explosion; had Han Xiqiao not touched the perfume, her hand would have been ruined.

He Qianqiu’s action was aimed at destroying Han Xiqiao.

She can understand but cannot agree.

Therefore, coldness swept through her eyes, "I’ve reported the specific situation to Chairman Ying, your competition results are voided, and further processing will await notification."

He Qianqiu: "No, I..."

The young man had no intention of discussing with her, directly gesturing Han Xiqiao to ’escort’ He Qianqiu out; her future outcome was not his concern.

As for He Qianqiu’s accomplice Zhao Mi, it was the same.

-

Competition results were announced, and the most hopeful outcome was the most disappointing, leaving the research department sighing.

Seeing Ying Cenchuan publicly berating He Qianqiu, it was clear how angry he was.

Ying Cenchuan sighed as he spoke, he had promoted He Qianqiu for so many years, held high hopes for her, but ultimately, He Qianqiu brought herself to ruin with a big blunder.

He pressed his brow, concluding coldly, "Go to the branch office, then consider reassignment when you perform well."

This, in everyone’s ears, was only ’delayed penalty’.

If something happens at the branch office, He Qianqiu will be the first one sought after, but on the flip side, it could be a blessing.

As long as He Qianqiu can understand, she still has a chance.

He Qianqiu nodded, compared to the morning’s arrogance, now her eyes were tired, she thanked Ying Cenchuan and left.

Zhao Mi was not as lucky, having repeatedly discussed supervisors behind their backs and sabotaged colleagues, was directly fired and never to be rehired.

With two members down in the research department, the work became increasingly heavy, Rong Zhi considered it for a moment, and brought Windsor Yao in.

She is heading back to the country tomorrow, so she trained Windsor Yao earnestly.

Until it was past two in the morning, Ying Cenchuan brought Bai Su into the office, each one leading one to take them out of the company.

-

As Rong Zhi walked, she untied the hair ribbon on her head, slightly loose, it fell with a touch.

Her shoulder-length black hair cascaded beside her cheek, she brushed it back, revealing half her slightly lowered profile, exquisitely indifferent.

Before she reached the door, Bai Su had already opened the bathroom door, pulling her hand and tugging her into the bathroom, with a bang that shook the entire door.

Seeing his brows and eyes furrowed together in extreme displeasure, Rong Zhi couldn’t help feeling inexplicable, "What’s... ah..."

Before she could finish a sentence, Bai Su clasped her neck and slightly raised her.

His warm lips bit hers, but unlike his usual gentle touch, it carried a sense of venting, biting randomly.

To accommodate him, Rong Zhi had to tilt her head back.

The showerhead was turned on by Bai Su, warm water flowed down from above both of them, drenching Bai Su thoroughly.

And his hand had already climbed onto the boy’s taut waist.

Rong Zhi groaned softly, turned her hand and pushed him against the bathroom wall.

She took half a step back, allowing both of them room to breathe.

"...What’s wrong?" She pinned Bai Su’s restless hand and asked softly.

Bai Su didn’t struggle against her, he explained seriously, "We’re going back tomorrow, I always feel something is amiss, like what we didn’t finish on our engagement night."

His eyes sincere, reflecting her silhouette.

Rong Zhi raised her brow, "Are you sure? Really not angry anymore?"

Bai Su pursed his lips slightly, not explaining.

He just couldn’t stand those people online staring at Rong Zhi, helping her manage her Weibo these days, comments and private messages were all declarations of love for Rong Zhi, even saying they want to marry Rong Zhi.

Especially those covetous ones in the Perfumer Association, seeing clearly Rong Zhi has a fiancé yet still press on.

If the root of the problem isn’t addressed, fear is by the time they return to the country, such situations will only escalate.

So he decided to strike first.

Rong Zhi intended to ask a few more questions, but Bai Su no longer planned to hold back, so she simply leaned in, once again blocking Rong Zhi’s lips.

Thin water streams slid from their heads, tracing down along their facial lines, winding all the way.

...

The man restrained, speaking hoarsely with a swallowed voice, "If I don’t manage well, you can’t blame me."

Rong Zhi: "..."

Lazily not speaking.

A moment later, she furrowed her brow slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, more painful.

.....

The silent night.

A symphony quietly melded.

Distinct fingers swept her damp hair off her forehead.

She couldn’t help but open her half-closed eyes, deep in her pupils was vague mistiness.

-

Sunlight fell on thick curtains, casting only a faint layer of light, Rong Zhi opened her eyes, unable to discern the time.

She slowly sat up, her movements somewhat large, waking the hazy Bai Su behind her, he still kept one hand on her waist, holding her tightly.

Not yet fully awake, he identified the soft warmth beside him.

He naturally left a mark on her shoulder, his voice lazily hoarse, carrying a hint of unseen sexiness, "Morning."

Rong Zhi responded with a hum, "Get up, we have a flight to catch."

Bai Su dawdled in bed unwilling to move, pulling her along to procrastinate for a while, only finally rising when Rong Zhi couldn’t stand it and pinched his face.

Before leaving the castle, Fu Xixiao cried and clung to the boy, pouring her heart out, as if she wouldn’t see him again after this departure.

Once Fu Xixiao reluctantly let go, Ying Zhao Yuan immediately took over.

Rong Zhi: "..."

Her flight is really about to delay.

Finally, it was Fu Jinyi’s turn.

"Don’t hug me," Rong Zhi frowned and spoke lightly.

Fu Jinyi was slightly stunned, then glimpsed the mottled marks on her neck extending to the collarbone, blinked, and immediately understood.

"Zhi Zhi," she smiled, speaking with implied meaning, "You’ve worked hard."

Rong Zhi remained expressionless.

Fu Jinyi nearly couldn’t hold it, hurriedly stuffed things in her hand, "Open it when you return to the country, a little token of my appreciation, consider it as my gift to you?"