To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

But at that moment, Song Qingci suddenly opened her sexy little mouth and took a small bite of the pastry.

It's as docile as a kitten.

He didn't look angry at all.

Crack! Crack! Eyeballs—no, wine glasses—fell all over the floor.

"W-W-am I seeing things?"

"Qingci actually blushed just now!"

Her girlfriends were all shocked.

Even Ji Xiaoya slightly opened her mouth, and then her eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Jinhuan and Song Qingci.

At this moment, Jiang Jinhuan poured another glass of milk and held it directly to Song Qingci's lips, saying, "Drinking some milk will make you feel better!"

Song Qingci made no attempt to refuse and took another small sip of milk.

It was Jiang Jin Huan who fed it to him.

"My God, this decisive and domineering female CEO actually has such a gentle side?"

"I must have drunk too much and my eyes are playing tricks on me!"

"Yes, it's either my eyes playing tricks on me, or Qingci has been bewitched!"

After Jiang Jinhuan fed Song Qingci a few bites of pastry and gave her a few sips of milk, he...

He stopped feeding him.

At this moment, Song Qingci looked around, her face flushing slightly, and said, "Why are you looking at me?"

The girlfriends quickly looked away.

However, the atmosphere at the scene still seemed very strange.

A little while later, Song Qingci saw Jiang Jinhuan looking at the watch on his wrist.

When Song Qingci's gaze swept over the cheap watch, she paused for a moment.

Then he stood up, cleared his throat, and said to his girlfriends, "I've had enough to drink today, I'm going back to rest!"

Ji Xiaoya also stood up and said, "I should go back too!"

Upon seeing this, Song Qingci's several close friends also got up and left.

As Ji Xiaoya left, she glanced at Jiang Jinhuan, nodded slightly, and then got into the car. This time, she brought a driver with her.

Perhaps because she was drunk, Song Qingci staggered as she walked out of the bar.

Jiang Jinhuan was startled and quickly stepped forward to help him up.

Song Qingci, however, nestled into Jiang Jinhuan's arms.

Jiang Jinhuan, unsuspecting, held Song Qingci tightly in his arms and walked towards the sports car.

Upon reaching the car, he swept Song Qingci into his arms and placed her inside.

He didn't notice that Song Qingci's ears were bright red, and his drunken eyes were staring blankly at Jiang Jinhuan.

Neither of them noticed that someone nearby was taking pictures of the whole scene with their phone.

Jiang Jinhuan escorted Song Qingci to the villa.

He left only after settling Song Qingci in.

Fortunately, the nanny was there this time, otherwise he wouldn't have felt at ease leaving.

Little did he know that after he left, Song Qingci angrily swung her fist in the direction he had gone.

The next day, when Jiang Jinhuan arrived at the company, he sensed that the atmosphere was somewhat strange.

He noticed that his employees were looking at him strangely.

It felt just like when he and Shen Qinghan were rumored to be dating.

All along the way, I was met with these strange looks.

He seemed a little strange.

Back in his office, he turned on his computer.

Then a message on the Xingyao Group's internal forum caught his attention.

"Jiang Jinhuan, assistant to the president of Xingyao Group, was born out of wedlock into the Jiang family. After being kicked out of the family, he attempted to climb the social ladder by attaching himself to Song Qingci."

This person repeatedly used his work position to get close to General Manager Song, harboring ulterior motives; a toad trying to eat swan meat…”

The internal forum of Xingyao Group is not usually very lively. Occasionally, someone will post team building photos, ask about the cafeteria menu, or forward a few industry news articles.

But this post is different; the title alone is sensational—"The True Face of President's Assistant Jiang Jinhuan: A Toad Trying to Eat Swan Meat."

The number of clicks has already exceeded two thousand, and the number of comments has exceeded three hundred.

It's worth noting that Xingyao Group, including its headquarters and branches across the country, has a total of just over three thousand employees.

The comments section is full of diverse styles.

Some people didn't believe it: "This post is obviously a fabrication. I've met Jiang Jinhuan, and he's not that kind of person."

Some people were skeptical: "There's no smoke without fire. If there wasn't something going on, why would someone specifically post about this?"

Some people, always eager for drama, commented: "Whether it's true or not, this is a sweet story. Let's grab a stool and watch."

Some people even directly cursed: "OP, if you're so capable, don't stay anonymous. Come out and confront me with your real name. What kind of skill is it to hide behind a screen and spread rumors?"

The post quickly caught the attention of the administration department.

They tried to delete it, but the poster used a proxy server, and the IP address could not be found.

Moreover, the post has already been seen by too many people, and screenshots are flying everywhere, so deleting it won't help.

When the news reached the marketing department, Fatty Zhou was having lunch.

He glanced at his phone and almost spat out the rice in his mouth.

"Holy shit!" He put down his chopsticks, his fingers flying across the screen, his expression growing increasingly grim.

He stood up, walked quickly to Shen Qinghan's office door, and knocked.

"Come in."

Fatty Zhou pushed open the door and handed his phone to Shen Qinghan: "Team Leader Shen, take a look at this."

Shen Qinghan took the phone and read it from beginning to end.

Her expression didn't change, but Fatty Zhou noticed that her fingers tightened around her phone, and her knuckles turned white.

"Okay." She handed the phone back to Fatty Zhou, her voice calm as if nothing had happened.

Fatty Zhou was taken aback: "Team Leader Shen, aren't you going to say something?"

Shen Qinghan looked up at him and said, "What are you saying? The more you respond to these kinds of posts, the more they spread. Let the administration department handle it, find out who posted it, and deal with it according to company regulations."

Fatty Zhou opened his mouth as if to say something, but when he saw Shen Qinghan's cold eyes, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He nodded, turned and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Shen Qinghan picked up her phone and found Jiang Jinhuan's number.

She stared at the name, remained silent for a few seconds, and then put her phone down.

Shen Qinghan leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought.

At the same time, Jiang Jinhuan also saw the post.

He was sitting in his office working on documents when his phone vibrated. It was a message from Fatty Zhou, containing only a link and an exclamation mark.

He clicked the link and saw the post.

Jiang Jin Huan said, "I already know!"

"this one?"

"What else can I do? People have mouths; can I make them shut up?"

Fatty Zhou sent another message: "Aren't you angry?"

Jiang Jin Huan replied: "Getting angry won't solve anything."

Fatty Zhou sent a string of exclamation marks, then added, "Can't you even have a normal human reaction?"

Jiang Jinhuan looked at the message, a slight smile playing on his lips, but did not reply.

Of course he was angry.

But he knew that getting angry was the most useless thing.

Getting angry won't make the post disappear, nor will it shut up the person spreading the rumors; it will only make them lose their composure.

Besides, this matter involves Song Qingci, so he doesn't need to intervene; Song Qingci will handle it himself.

If I rush to clarify things at this time, I might fall into their trap.

What he needs to do is continue working.

Do your job well and let your results speak for themselves.

As for those rumors, time will tell.