[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 1: Saving Little White Flower (1)

Chapter 1: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (1)

Twelve o’clock is when the nightlife in S City just begins.

The rain roars, but it still can’t drown out the extravagance of this city.

X International Hotel, thirty-third floor.

Tonight is destined to be an restless night.

The long, sound-absorbing carpet in the hallway is crowded with people carrying long and short cameras, each one holding their breath, their eyes gleaming with barely concealed excitement.

Leading them is a woman in a black suit. She’s tall, about one meter seventy, her pointed high heels making her legs look even straighter and longer.

She stands quietly outside the door with the number 3333, her expression slightly cold.

“Ah… slow down, slow down, I can’t take it…”

The lascivious sounds, even through a door, still clearly reach the ears of the crowd. Those holding cameras cautiously glance at the woman’s face, unable to guess what she’s thinking.

“President Zhao, should we go in now?”

“No rush.” The woman called President Zhao gives a cold smile. “If we go in now and scare President Zhou into impotence, what then? If he holds me responsible, I can’t bear that burden.”

“Pfft—”

“Pfft—”

Suppressed laughter ripples through the crowd, quickly stifled by those who let it slip, but their amused expressions are quite entertaining.

Inside the room, it’s a different scene.

On the kingsize bed, two naked figures are entangled, engaged in the most primal jackhammering motion. The man riding the woman is frenzied, veins bulging on his forehead, eyes bloodshot, spewing filthy words from his mouth.

“Fvck you to death, fvck you to death, am I good, am I good…”

“So good, so good… ah… slow down, slow down… please, I can’t, I really can’t…” The woman says words of refusal, but her body eagerly meets him, her eyes seductive, fanning the flames of desire in Zhou Yongjia’s heart.

The bathroom door is quietly cracked open, and a pair of timid eyes peeks out. After seeing the depraved scene outside, a flash of fear and struggle crosses those eyes.

With a “bang,” the door is pulled shut. Shen Qingwei covers her face, tears streaming through her fingers.

Is she really going to give her body to a man like this tonight?

The room’s door is less than five meters away. She knows that if she opens the bathroom door, the two people lost in their passionate romp wouldn’t even notice her escape.

But she doesn’t dare.

As a fresh graduate, getting into a company like Zhou’s is no easy feat, let alone becoming a permanent employee. Out of a hundred interns, only one or two make it to the end.

She’s put in so much effort and heart for this job—how could she just give up? Besides, her mother is seriously ill. She’s borrowed from every relative she could, and the family has no money left. The hospital bills have been overdue for a long time. Without this job, how could she continue her mother’s treatment?

But she’s unwilling.

From childhood to now, she’s never even been in love, never held a boy’s hand. Like all girls, she’s full of fantasies about unknown love. How could she be willing to give her pure, untainted body to a man she’s barely met a few times?

The pain in her heart is beyond words, only expressed through endless tears.

She only hopes the two people on the bed keep going for a long time, longer still, preferably draining all of Zhou Yongjia’s energy so he has no thought of her.

She’d rather stay in this cold bathroom all night than go to that warm bed and let that filthy man touch even a single finger.

But fate is unkind.

With a melodious moan like a warbler’s cry, the room’s persistent sounds of water finally cease, replaced by the deep, heavy breathing of the two.

“President Zhou, you’re so amazing. You’ve worn me out to the bones.”

“Enough, I know you. Get up, move aside. Where’s Shen Qingwei? Come here.”

“President Zhou, isn’t one woman enough for you? You still want another… ah—”

With a yelp, the woman is kicked to the floor.

“Get lost. Don’t annoy me. You don’t appreciate the face I give you. Where’s Shen Qingwei? You have three seconds. If I don’t see you in front of me in three seconds, you don’t need to come to the company tomorrow. Three—”

Shen Qingwei stands, her hand on the bathroom doorknob.

“Two—”

The knob slowly turns.

“One—”

Her heart sinks to icy despair.

“Bang—”

A loud crash startles Shen Qingwei. She opens the door to see the guest room door smashed open from the outside. Countless men and women with cameras pour in from the hallway, their flashlights aimed at the naked Zhou Yongjia on the bed, snapping nonstop.

She stares dumbfounded at the sudden change, momentarily unable to process it.

“Zhao Xingyue, you lunatic, what are you doing?” Zhou Yongjia, blinded by the flashes, finally realizes what’s happening.

He pulls the blanket over his head to cover his face, roaring in fury, “Zhao Xingyue, are you insane? Stop taking pictures! Stop it! Believe me, I’ll make sure none of you can survive in this industry! I’ll kill anyone who keeps shooting!”

“Slap, slap.”

Two crisp slaps ring out. Shen Qingwei notices that behind the reporters with cameras, another person has walked in.

It’s a woman.

A very beautiful woman.

Shen Qingwei has never seen a woman like this—

She wears a sharp suit, her hair neatly pinned up, her posture straight, exuding a clean and decisive air from head to toe.

Standing behind the chaotic crowd, she’s like a pearl in the dark night—no amount of darkness can hide her brilliance.

“Got it all recorded? Everyone, thank President Zhou. Look how hard he’s working for your jobs.”

The crowd, hearing her words, grins and bows to Zhou Yongjia on the bed, saying in unison, “Thank you, President Zhou!”

“Lunatics, lunatics, a bunch of lunatics—”

“Have you taken enough? If you’re done, get out! Get out! I don’t want to see you again!”

Zhou Yongjia burrows into the blanket, giving up all resistance, screaming hysterically.

The crowd has mostly gotten their shots. At Zhao Xingyue’s signal, they start to leave.

Someone notices Shen Qingwei hiding in the bathroom and instinctively raises their camera, flashing it at her.

Blinded by the flash, Shen Qingwei realizes what’s happening, and her heart freezes.

She can’t appear in the papers.

She can’t be photographed with Zhou Yongjia.

Even though nothing happened tonight, once photos get out, a thousand mouths will spread rumors, caring nothing for the truth.

She’d be ruined.

Just as she’s about to beg the photographer to delete the photo, a slender, jade-like hand rests on the shoulder of the person snapping her picture.

“Enough. Just a little lamb who wandered the wrong way. Delete the photo.”

“Yes, President Zhao.”

Shen Qingwei looks gratefully at the woman who saved her, but the woman only gives her a cold glance before turning and following the others out.

The woman who was kicked off the bed and photographed naked stands up slowly after the crowd leaves, picking up her scattered underwear and skirt from the floor and putting them on.

Seeing Shen Qingwei still standing there, she throws her a look and gestures toward Zhou Yongjia, who’s still humiliated and hiding under the blanket. Shen Qingwei suddenly understands, quickly runs into the room, grabs her bag from the floor, and bolts outside.

“Everyone worked hard tonight, but I’ll need you to put in some overtime when you get back. Get the news out as soon as possible. Overtime and hard-work fees will be transferred to your accounts within twenty-four hours. There’ll be bonuses based on how viral your stories go. Happy cooperation.”

“Happy cooperation, happy cooperation.”

Separate overtime and hard-work fees mean two payments.

Hearing there’s also a bonus, the media people grin even wider.

Eager to get back to their desks and write a blockbuster article, they’re determined to cement Zhou Yongjia’s scumbag image in the public’s mind.

At the same time, they can’t help but shed a silent tear of sympathy for Zhou Yongjia.

In S City’s elite circles, he’s not the only man who plays with women—some play even wilder. But only Zhou Yongjia has the misfortune of having such a fierce fiancée.

Sympathy aside, when it’s time to stab Zhou Yongjia with their words, not one of them will hold back.

The varying bonuses mean whoever writes the best story gets the most money.

Who would pass up money?

As for Zhou Yongjia’s threats to blacklist them, they just laugh it off.

The media bold enough to follow Zhao Xingyue into a hotel aren’t new to S City. They’ve outlasted two or three generations of families like the Zhous. Maybe the Zhou family will fall, and they’ll still be standing strong.

Watching the media people leave, Zhao Xingyue finally opens her car door and gets in.

While steering her car out of the garage, she touches her earlobe and says softly, “Show Shen Qingwei’s location.”

“Searching for Shen Qingwei’s location. Shen Qingwei found. Generating nearby map, please wait.”

As an electronic voice sounds in Zhao Xingyue’s mind, a 3D map gradually forms before her eyes.

“Zoom in.”

The map zooms in, finally settling on the entrance of an old neighborhood.

Under a dim yellow streetlight, a rain-soaked girl sits on the curb, crying her heart out under the cover of the downpour.