A Beijing socialite stole my boyfriend; she went crazy after I got married.

Xie Qingyang stared at the screen in disbelief.

The words above are in large, bright red characters.

No access permission.

How is that possible?

Unconvinced, she leaned her face in again.

"Authentication failed."

The repeated alarms finally caught the attention of the front desk staff and security personnel.

"Hello, ma'am."

A security guard in a crisp uniform walked over quickly.

The man bowed slightly, his tone polite yet distant, "Excuse me, are you an employee of the group's headquarters?"

Xie Qingyang turned her head, looked at the security guard, and felt a surge of anger. "I'm not, but my surname is Xie—"

"Visitor registration is over there," the man said politely. "You can also make an appointment online; the review process takes one to three business days."

Xie Qingyang's expression grew increasingly grim. "Please call out your security department head; he knows me. And your system must be malfunctioning!"

The security guard frowned slightly. "Ma'am, our system was just maintained by the technical department yesterday, and there were no problems. If you can't get through, it means your information is not in the authorized database. If you are not an employee, please contact the relevant personnel and register as a visitor at the front desk."

"Visitor registration? You want me to register as a visitor?!"

Xie Qingyang sneered, "I already said, please have your supervisor come over; he knows me."

"Excuse me, ma'am," the woman said blankly, "the supervisor is in a meeting—"

"Fine," Xie Qingyang scoffed, "then could you please go over there and tell him that your chairman's daughter is being stopped at the door?"

After these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent for a few seconds.

Several passing employees stopped and looked over curiously.

The security guard was also taken aback by those words, but after looking Xie Qingyang up and down, he immediately had some doubts.

He had heard that the chairman supposedly had a daughter, but there were many similar rumors, so who knew if they were true or false.

Besides—

This is the headquarters of Tianyu Group.

Their chairman is the richest man in Beijing!

Over the years, there have been countless attempts to stage accidents, cause trouble, or spread rumors.

The world has changed. Some people even dare to smash police cars. What wouldn't they dare to do?

If she really is the chairman's daughter, how come she doesn't have access to the main gate?

To put it another way—

If something existed before but no longer exists, then something must have happened.

There are countless shady dealings within wealthy and powerful families; a nobody like myself shouldn't get involved.

"Madam," the security guard said, taking out his phone, "I've already messaged my supervisor. Please wait a moment."

Xie Qingyang stood next to the turnstile, surrounded by people coming and going, and people would glance at her from time to time.

Her face was ashen, hoping that some senior executive would pass by and recognize her.

Unfortunately, very few people know her, and she wouldn't be downstairs at this time; they'd all be busy in their offices or in meetings.

So she stood there for more than ten minutes.

"...I need to go in," Xie Qingyang couldn't take it anymore. "Let me in first, I'll take responsibility for anything that happens."

The longer the delay goes on with the Wei family, the more trouble they will cause.

Besides, Xie Jing isn't at the group headquarters every day.

And most importantly—

What did Assistant Wang mean by those words?

In short, isn't this just a veiled criticism that she harmed the Wei family?

It was Xie Jing who wanted to deal with the Wei family, but he used her as a scapegoat!

How can there be such a person?!

This kind of man deserves to be thrown into a nursing home to die!

Xie Qingyang grew angrier the more he thought about it.

"Let me in!"

She clenched her fists.

The security guard shook his head. "Ma'am, this is the headquarters of Tianyu Group. Rules are rules. You cannot enter unless the system grants you permission."

joke.

If she were to deduct his salary or even cause him to lose his job, would she be willing to take the blame for him?

As the security guard pondered this, he glanced at Xie Qingyang's attire.

He was well-traveled and knowledgeable, and could naturally tell that the girl was wearing designer brands. "How about this, ma'am, please wait over there for a moment—"

"I don't have time!" Xie Qingyang glanced at his phone. "I need to go in now, please don't stop me!"

"Madam, please don't do this," the security guard said, exasperated. "If you persist in disturbing public order, I'll have to ask you to leave."

"You dare kick me out?!"

Xie Qingyang was furious and almost went crazy. She wanted to shove the security guard aside and force her way across the turnstile.

However, the security guard was tall and strong, and she couldn't push him at all; instead, she stumbled.

"Ma'am!" The security guard's expression changed. "This is a monitored area, please don't—"

"Shut up! Do you believe I can get you fired with just one word?"

Xie Qingyang screamed, unable to bear it any longer.

The employees around were coming and going in a hurry, most of them were very busy, but there were always some who were relatively free and liked to gossip, so they couldn't help but start watching.

Whispers began to circulate among the crowd.

"...Are you crazy?"

"They're definitely trying to scam us again!"

"Her clothes and shoes are all designer brands..."

"She's pretending to be the chairman's daughter, she can't exactly wear cheap clothes from a street stall!"

"Does the chairman really have a daughter?"

"I don't know if he's married or not, but it's certain he's not married, so even if he is, it would be an illegitimate child..."

"Tsk, still so arrogant?"

Xie Qingyang's face was extremely ugly.

"...Impossible. I've met the chairman several times. He can get on a magazine cover with just a casual photo. If he were any thinner, he could walk the runway as a model."

"Look at this one, uh, she's not bad looking, but she doesn't look like her at all, okay?"

"I bet it's some delusional internet celebrity trying to ride the wave of popularity again."

"Hey, he doesn't look that old, why doesn't he take the right path?"

"It's precisely because they're so young that they might be trying to curry favor with the chairman..."

Xie Qingyang felt utterly disgusted listening to those comments.

Suddenly, the doors of the private elevator deep inside the lobby opened.

A middle-aged man in a dark gray suit strode out, followed by his secretary carrying a folder.

He was lean and fit, and walked with a brisk pace.

Xie Qingyang knew this person.

This is the Executive Vice President in charge of the Group's strategic investment and capital markets business.

Xie Qingyang, as if grasping at a lifeline, almost blurted out, "Uncle Tao!"

Mr. Tao paused, turning to look in the direction of the sound.

Xie Qingyang quickened her pace and stood beside the gate. "Tell him—tell him who I am, tell him if I'm the chairman's daughter!"

As she spoke, she turned around and glared at the security guard.

Mr. Tao glanced at Xie Qingyang, then at the security guard standing next to him who looked troubled, and remained silent for two seconds.

"...The chairman said so."

"President Tao said in a low voice."

He has no daughter.