Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Upon seeing that Lu Xingci was suing him, Song Qinghui immediately flew into a rage and angrily questioned the court staff.

"She still has the nerve to sue me? Look at the mess she's made of me, and I haven't even settled the score with her. How dare she sue me?! How can she have the nerve...!"

As soon as Song Qinghui finished speaking, he was tripped and fell to the ground.

It faced down and had a close encounter with the earth.

Just a second before he collapsed, the reporters who had been surrounding him instantly took two steps back to create some distance.

Boom!

The dull thud made Shen Yu burst out laughing.

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking carefree and lazy. When he grinned, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his eyes sparkled, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

"Cousin, it's not even the New Year yet, why are you giving such a big gift?"

Shen Yu's words caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

Song Qinghui lay on the ground, his face turning a deep liver color from shame and embarrassment.

You could clearly hear the incessant clicking of camera shutters overhead, mixed with plenty of mocking laughter.

Song Qinghui lay there motionless until the reporters dispersed before he dared to slowly get up.

Shen Yu left, the lawyer left, the court staff left, and the group of reporters who loved watching the drama all left.

Song Qinghui stood up, dusted himself off, picked up the court summons beside him, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, quickly hailed a taxi, and went to the company.

The audio recording from the awards ceremony was clearly leaked from Maureen.

Song Qinghui originally thought that Mo Lin must be very happy to finally be able to replace Lu Xingci after working under him for so many years.

Even after he offered such generous terms, she still dared to secretly record him and betray him!

Maureen didn't come yesterday; HR said she took sick leave.

He should have already gone to the company today; Song Qinghui plans to go there to settle scores with this traitor.

But to his surprise, when he went to the company, he not only didn't see Maureen, but also found a thick stack of resignation letters on his desk.

Song Qinghui approached, picked up the pile of resignation letters and looked at them. Most of them were from the design department, and the rest were from the sales and marketing departments.

"Hmph, Lu Xingci, you vicious woman, how could you be so ruthless!"

What else could be the reason for leaving at this point? It must be that that vicious woman Lu Xingci poached her with a high salary!

No sooner had he finished speaking than there were three knocks on the door behind him.

Upon hearing this, Song Qinghui turned around and saw that the person who came was Lan Jiahui.

"You've come at the right time. I was just about to talk to you about your promotion. I'm planning to recommend you to participate in the design competition in Paris next month, so you should start preparing now."

Once the design competition next month makes a name for itself, what does this current underestimation matter? Lu Xingci will be crying then!

But as soon as he finished speaking, Lan Jiahui carefully handed a piece of paper to his desk.

"What is this...?"

When Song Qinghui picked it up and took a look, his face immediately turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You're resigning too? Lan Jiahui, how have I ever treated you well? Or did Lu Xingci give you some benefits to go and help her?"

You used to always compete with her and try to outdo her, and now you want to work for her? Don't you have any ambition or drive of your own?"

A look of disdain flashed in Lan Jiahui's eyes. Gone was her previous guilt and unease. When she looked at Song Qinghui, all that remained in her eyes was contempt.

"President Song, Lu Xingci didn't poach me, and my resignation wasn't because of her. You've probably been busy with your relationship lately and haven't been paying much attention to online discussions."

Our company's reputation is completely ruined. The return rate at our stores has reached 90%. You've been in the clothing business for so many years, you should know very well what this figure means.

Mr. Song, we are being boycotted by the entire internet. You may not care, after all, you have pleased Ms. Ruan. You can do without this company, but we still need to eat, and we still have mortgage and car loan payments to make.

We're sorry, we can no longer accompany you on this journey.

Lan Jiahui pushed her resignation letter forward a little.

"The reason I waited for you to come back and resign in person was because of our friendship over the past few years."

I still remember when I first joined the company. As a newcomer, I didn't know anything. It was you and Sister Xingci who patiently taught and encouraged me.

But Mr. Song, look at yourself now. Are you still the same person you were before?

Lan Jiahui's eyes reddened as she finished speaking.

She really didn't want to leave. After graduating, she worked for several companies, and JL was the most humane.

But the human touch also stems from Lu Xingci.

They were both competitors and partners; she would even teach him without reservation and offer appropriate suggestions for improvement.

It is precisely because of such competitors that she has been able to grow rapidly in recent years.

Originally, when Lu Xingci left, she felt quite sorry for Song Qinghui, always feeling that the one who left first had betrayed their past.

But now, she has learned about Song Qinghui and Lu Xingci's affairs over the past few years online, and she has also heard about how Song Qinghui devised a plan last year to save Lu Xingci from a damsel in distress, so that Lu Xingci would be indebted to him and stay at the company to serve him.

Lan Jiahui felt more sympathy for Lu Xingci than contempt for Song Qinghui.

Originally, these were their private matters and had nothing to do with her.

But as a woman herself, Lan Jiahui really felt sorry for Lu Xingci.

So when she reached the office door, Lan Jiahui suddenly stopped and turned around.

"President Song, you owe Sister Xingci an apology."

After saying that, he left JL without looking back.

As Lan Jiahui packed her things, she could clearly hear the sounds of things being smashed and angry shouts coming from Song Qinghui's office.

She gave a bitter laugh and muttered something to herself.

"Sister Xingci, you've really suffered all these years."

Being with someone like that must be exhausting.

Meanwhile, Lu Xingci already knew that the summons had been delivered to Song Qinghui.

Maureen had already joined Wanxing Clothing. She learned about the mass resignation at JL from her former colleagues and told Lu Xingci the good news.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xingci did not show the expected elation or the satisfaction of revenge after hearing the news.

"Sister Xingci, why are you so calm? Shouldn't you be cheering? Your reaction is too indifferent."

If you didn't know better, you'd think you were listening to gossip that had nothing to do with you.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xingci smiled and tapped Mo Lin on the head with a pencil.

"Why should I cheer? Wasn't his fate destined to end like this? Besides, I have a lot of things to do, and so do you. You should get to work as soon as you start. There are so many orders to process, and you still have time to gossip."

Maureen realized it too late.

"Oh, right, right, that's exactly what I was going to ask you. Some of our former colleagues haven't found new jobs yet after leaving. I was wondering if you're still hiring?"

Lu Xingci didn't look up, continuing to draw as he spoke calmly.

"Go talk to General Manager Jiang about the recruitment and see what he says."

From her personal perspective, she would definitely agree.

But the company doesn't belong to her alone, so she has to discuss it with Jiang Wenzhao and get his approval.

As it was nearing the end of the workday, Lu Xingci packed up his things and took the elevator downstairs from the company.

When he ran into Jiang Wenzhao, he asked him about the search for someone.

"Sure, I have no objections. You can do whatever you want."

Jiang Wenzhao nodded.

"Okay, I'll talk to Maureen tomorrow."

As the elevator descended, the reflections of two people were seen inside the car.

One was tall and the other short, their arms lightly touching.

Jiang Wenzhao looked down at Lu Xingci, while Lu Xingci kept her head down replying to Shen Yu's message.

Are you off work? Shall I pick you up?

I'm off work and about to get on the bus; no need to pick me up.

We made an appointment last night to visit Aunt Shen at her home today.

This time, Shen Yu was quite sensible; at least he knew to discuss it in advance and gave her enough time to prepare a gift for the meeting.

The gift was in the trunk of the car; I had ordered it in advance and was going to pick it up during my lunch break.

The elevator doors opened, and Lu Xingci stepped out first.

The next second, a hand reached out and gripped my wrist tightly.