Warlord: Starting with Subduing Little A Qiao

Seeing that she had been surrounded by three or five servants, Feng Chengcheng's face darkened.

"I want to go in!"

Seeing Feng Chengcheng's resolute expression, many servants were stunned.

"I am my father's daughter, the most qualified person to enter the study!"

Upon hearing this, the servant standing nearby was taken aback.

Yes, Miss, by all accounts, should be the most qualified person to enter the study...

Seeing the servant lose focus, Feng Chengcheng immediately seized the opportunity.

She immediately pushed open the study door and quickly slipped inside.

She then immediately began to look through the documents on the desk one by one.

At this moment, Feng Chengcheng still felt a sliver of hope.

What if Du Fei and the others are lying?

Did they wrongly accuse their own father, Feng Jingyao?!

However, even as she was thinking this, her hand had already pulled open a drawer under the desk.

The next second, several handwritten letters from newspaper editors came into view.

Feng Chengcheng suddenly froze.

Her slender hands moved gently, and Feng Chengcheng's face grew even paler.

It turns out the mastermind behind everything was actually his own father...

Meanwhile, news of Feng Chengcheng barging into the study was also relayed by the servants to the steward, Uncle Xiang, and Feng Jingyao.

The two arrived in a hurry.

Uncle Xiang, the butler, had watched Feng Chengcheng grow up, and when he opened the study and saw her, his words carried a hint of affection.

"Miss, just tell me what you're looking for, and I'll help you find it."

Upon hearing this, Feng Jingyao, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Chengcheng, what brings you to the study all of a sudden?"

For some reason, he had a vague sense of foreboding.

Why did my daughter suddenly enter my study?

Sure enough, the next moment Feng Chengcheng took out a series of newspapers, her tone clearly downcast.

"Dad, I never imagined that the reason behind so many newspaper strikes was related to you..."

Upon hearing Feng Chengcheng's words, Feng Jingyao froze on the spot.

The next second, his brows furrowed deeply.

"Chengcheng, where did you hear these rumors? These are just made up by outsiders. How could your father do such a thing?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Feng Chengcheng's eyes.

"Father, are you really not going to tell me? Did you burn down the Shenbao building?"

Thinking about how half of the printing plant for the application had been burned down, Feng Chengcheng couldn't help but grit her teeth.

She hadn't told Feng Jingyao about applying to be an intern reporter yet, because she was afraid he wouldn't agree.

I had planned to tell Feng Jingyao the good news after I successfully became a full-time reporter.

She wanted to tell Feng Jingyao that she got into the newspaper based on her own merit, not because of Feng Jingyao's connections!

But to everyone's surprise, a fire destroyed most of the printing factory.

How could she face the crowd of applicants at this point?!

5.6 Meanwhile, Feng Chengcheng's question reached Feng Jingyao's ears, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

He never told Feng Chengcheng about these things that couldn't be discussed openly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Chengcheng found out.

Seeing the helplessness in Feng Jingyao's eyes as he faced his daughter, the butler, Uncle Xiang, spoke up to explain.

"Chengcheng, you're overthinking it. How could the master have done this?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Chengcheng's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with a hint of sobbing.

"Why are you still lying to me at this point? I am so disappointed in you."

After saying that, Feng Chengcheng threw down the newspaper in her hand and ran out.

"Chengcheng?!"

Seeing his daughter run out, Feng Jingyao couldn't help but shout.

The next instant, he felt a blockage in his throat.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood!

Chapter 111 Feng Chengcheng's Thoughts: Can We Stay at the Paramount for a While?

With a loud rumble, thunder suddenly roared through the gloomy sky.

But the thunder overhead was nothing compared to the bolt from the blue that struck Feng Chengcheng.

Applying for jobs could be considered her first job.

This was the first time I mustered up the courage to volunteer and submit my resume.

The first time, I secretly went to the job interview without Feng Jingyao's knowledge.

This is the first time I've achieved something by writing a report through my own efforts.

So many firsts have left a deep mark on her heart...

Even when she last met with the newspaper director, the director had already made a solemn promise to her.

"Chengcheng, join our application process as soon as you graduate! We're waiting for talented people like you to join us!"

She could still vividly recall the trust in the director's eyes at that time, and she nodded repeatedly, overwhelmed with emotion.

What did I say at the time?

"Director, I will definitely live up to your expectations."

But at this moment, thinking of the printing factory that had been burned down and half of it collapsed, and combined with Du Fei's sighs just now, Feng Chengcheng could easily guess the reactions of the other people in the Shenbao newspaper.

Most people are probably already terrified of Feng Jingyao.

Even though I so desperately want to stay in the application process…

But his own father was the culprit who burned the declaration form…

If people knew that her father was Feng Jingyao, how would they look at her?

How can she stay in the application process?!

As she thought about it, Feng Chengcheng bit her lower lip hard.

She felt a faint pain in her lower lip, but she seemed oblivious to it.

At that moment, several more rumbling sounds came from the sky.

Looking up, the sky, like her mood, showed no sign of clearing up.

Looking down, Feng Chengcheng then turned her gaze to the passersby.

Many pedestrians and vendors were already hurrying home.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, raindrops the size of beans began to fall from the sky.

The once bustling street suddenly became deserted.

Feng Chengcheng left in a hurry this time and didn't bring an umbrella, so she could only cover her head with her hands as she ran.

A moment later, she ran straight to a rooftop to take shelter from the rain.

The rain wasn't heavy, but the drizzle had soaked most of her dress.

The damp, sticky clothes made Feng Chengcheng feel a chill.

The chill that spread throughout her body made her shiver involuntarily.

Just then, a somewhat familiar voice rang out.

"Miss Feng, is that you?"

Feng Chengcheng looked up and saw Ye Bai, dressed in a black robe, standing in front of her with a hint of confusion in his eyes, as if wondering why he was there.

What are you doing here, Mr. Ye?

Following Ye Bai's figure, Feng Chengcheng looked at the door behind her and saw a prominent sign on the side.

Paramount.

Feng Chengcheng narrowed her eyes and immediately bit her lower lip even deeper.