[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 3: Saving Little White Flower (3)

Chapter 3: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (3)

X International Hotel.

An hour later, returning to this place, Shen Qingwei’s emotions were indescribably complex.

She sat stiffly on the sofa, watching the woman nearby making a phone call.

“Two sets of women’s clothing, one for me, and one—” Zhao Xingyue glanced at Shen Qingwei and asked, “You can wear a standard size, right?”

Shen Qingwei nodded hurriedly. “Yes, yes, thank you, thank you.”

Zhao Xingyue ignored her thanks and, after hearing her confirmation, said “standard size” into the phone.

“Be here within half an hour, that’s doable, right?”

Though it sounded like a question, her tone carried an undeniable firmness.

Hanging up the phone and tossing it onto the coffee table, Zhao Xingyue looked at Shen Qingwei, still dripping wet, and said, “Someone will bring clothes soon. Wait here, take them when they arrive, and then you can shower. The other bathroom is over there, got it?”

Shen Qingwei replied timidly, “Yes, thank you.”

Her constant “thank yous” grated on Zhao Xingyue, but she just raised an eyebrow and said nothing. After changing into slippers at the door, she opened the bathroom door and stepped inside.

The sound of running water filled the air. Shen Qingwei wiggled her toes, stiff from the cold, inside her slippers and stole a glance toward the bathroom.

The frosted glass door half-revealed the silhouette of the person showering inside, like a pipa player partially hidden behind her instrument. Based on the shadow, Shen Qingwei guessed whether Zhao Xingyue was taking off her clothes or sliding off her pants. Without the cover of clothing, the glass faithfully reflected her stunning figure—an S-shaped waist, peach-like hips. The only slight flaw was perhaps her modest chest.

For some reason, Shen Qingwei recalled the saying that outstanding girls even have A-cup chests, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

Realizing she had laughed out loud, she quickly turned her head, sitting upright as if nothing had happened.

Unbeknownst to her, the person she was secretly watching in the bathroom was also observing her.

Having seen countless souls in the Underworld—either dazed or clinging to a single obsession—Zhao Xingyue found it refreshing to encounter a living person. Just half an hour ago, Shen Qingwei had been crying as if the world was ending, yet now she could giggle at a bathroom door. Zhao Xingyue wondered what went on in her head.

Shen Qingwei thought she’d have to wait half an hour, but in less than ten minutes, the doorbell rang.

She hurriedly opened the door and saw a professional woman in a skirt suit, who smiled elegantly and asked softly, “Is President Zhao inside?”

“She’s… she’s here.”

The woman clearly heard the sound of running water. She clapped twice, and several people dressed as hotel staff stepped forward with bags of clothes. Shen Qingwei took them in a daze.

“The white bag is for President Zhao, the green one is for you. Since President Zhao is showering, we won’t disturb her. Please take the bags inside. Have a pleasant evening.”

Shen Qingwei, holding the bags, watched the woman lead her group away with a bow. Only then did it dawn on her—

What did she mean by “have a pleasant evening”?!

Did they misunderstand something?

Shen Qingwei’s face burned. She had never imagined being mistaken for having that kind of relationship with another woman.

“Are the things here?” Zhao Xingyue’s voice came through the bathroom door. Perhaps because of the hot shower, her tone sounded languid, carrying an inexplicably alluring charm.

Shen Qingwei, closing the door, was startled by the voice. Her legs went weak, nearly causing her to fall against the door.

She stammered, “They’re here, they’re here.”

“Then go shower. Don’t catch a cold.”

Making someone wait over ten minutes in wet clothes just to grab some clothes was something only Zhao Xingyue could do so nonchalantly.

Yet Shen Qingwei felt nothing wrong with it. Even after standing in wet clothes to open the door for two sets of clothes, her heart was still filled with gratitude toward Zhao Xingyue.

Zhao Xingyue could have left her on the roadside to fend for herself or not brought her back at all. Shen Qingwei hadn’t forgotten the frown Zhao Xingyue gave when she saw the wet stain on the passenger seat as Shen Qingwei got out of the car.

She had been terrified, thinking Zhao Xingyue might tell her to get lost.

Instead, Zhao Xingyue not only kindly brought her to the hotel and booked a room but also thoughtfully called for clothes.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped. Shen Qingwei, clutching her green bag, slipped into the other bathroom like a thief.

Moments later, Zhao Xingyue emerged in a bathrobe, loosely tied, revealing much of her chest. She rubbed her wet hair, tossing it behind her, dried her feet, and slipped into fluffy slippers. Following her memory, she retrieved a hairdryer from under the TV cabinet.

When Shen Qingwei came out, this was the scene she saw.

A beauty stripped of all adornments, wrapped in a white bathrobe that hugged her exquisite figure, with a hint of her chest peeking out. Tilting her head, one hand holding the hairdryer, the other running through her hair, her expression soft, lacking the sharpness of their first meeting, now tinged with a gentle warmth.

Shen Qingwei stared, entranced, not daring to make a sound or even step out of the bathroom, afraid of disturbing the beauty in the scene.

It was Zhao Xingyue, having dried her hair, who noticed her.

“Done showering?”

Shen Qingwei murmured softly, “Yes.”

After her shower, she had changed into the clothes the assistant brought. The white shirt, dampened by her wet hair, revealed the outline of her undergarments. Beneath the white pleated skirt were long, straight legs, her toes curling nervously under someone’s gaze.

Zhao Xingyue glanced at her. The clothes were meant for Shen Qingwei to wear when leaving tomorrow, but she had put them on now.

Zhao Xingyue hadn’t expected the assistant to choose such an outfit, but it suited Shen Qingwei well, giving off a student-like vibe.

“Come dry your hair.” She pressed the hairdryer’s switch and set it aside. Shen Qingwei cautiously shuffled over and picked it up.

The warm air dispelled the chill from leaving the bathroom. The gentle breeze made Shen Qingwei squint comfortably, but a sidelong glance widened her eyes.

Zhao Xingyue was changing right there in the room.

She shed her bathrobe, revealing the figure Shen Qingwei had only vaguely seen in the bathroom. As expected, Zhao Xingyue had a stunning peach-shaped backside, firm and perky, tempting one to touch it. Her skin was exceptionally fair, almost snow-white, smooth and tight, glowing like jade under the dim light.

Shen Qingwei awkwardly averted her eyes, not daring to look further.

In her heart, she couldn’t help but marvel at how there could be such a perfect woman as Zhao Xingyue in the world.

She knew of Zhao Xingyue.

As S City’s youngest female CEO, her story was often recounted with relish. Especially her undergraduate professors—eight out of ten revered her, repeating her achievements over and over.

They spoke of how she decisively took control of the Zhao Group, how she tackled workplace gender discrimination, and how, as a female entrepreneur, she represented the country on the international stage.

They also mentioned her dedication to charity and education. S University even had a building named after her: Xingyue Hall.

Talented, beautiful, and with a great figure.

With such an exceptional fiancée, how foolish was Zhou Yongjia to still chase other women?

No, Shen Qingwei thought, she might understand Zhou Yongjia’s actions.

Compared to Zhao Xingyue, he, as a man, was utterly unremarkable. What else could he do but suppress her in romantic matters?

He probably never dreamed that Zhao Xingyue, who had endured him for so long, would deal him a fatal blow.

Before today, he likely fantasized that no matter how successful Zhao Xingyue’s career was, she would ultimately be his woman.

The assistant had prepared everything thoroughly—underwear, outerwear, high heels, and even hair accessories, nothing was missing.

After changing and tossing her hair back, feeling the dampness in her strands, Zhao Xingyue decided not to tie it up.

“Check-out is at noon tomorrow. You can use anything in the room—put it on my tab. If you’re hungry, call room service using the phone on the table.”

Shen Qingwei realized Zhao Xingyue was leaving. She hurriedly put down the hairdryer, ignoring her half-tangled hair, and asked, “Are you leaving?”

“I’m staying in the presidential suite. If you need anything…” Zhao Xingyue paused, then said, “I don’t think you have anything to need me for.”

“About today…” Zhao Xingyue looked at her. Shen Qingwei’s face flushed, her lips pursed. After a long moment, she bowed deeply. “Thank you.”

Without Zhao Xingyue, tomorrow’s news might have left her unable to hold her head up.

Without Zhao Xingyue, she might still be sitting in the rain, not in a warm, comfortable suite with two bathrooms.

Without Zhao Xingyue, she’d likely still be drowning in endless despair, unsure what to do.

Even now, she didn’t know what to do.

Her job at Zhou’s was almost certainly gone. Losing the job was one thing, but after witnessing Zhou Yongjia’s disgrace tonight, she didn’t know how he might retaliate.

The media Zhao Xingyue brought weren’t afraid of Zhou Yongjia’s threats, but she was.

She feared she’d never find a decent job in S City again, feared she couldn’t earn money for her mother’s treatment.

Yet, no matter how scared she was, she remained filled with gratitude toward Zhao Xingyue—and guilt.

She couldn’t help but ask, “You… really don’t blame me?”