[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 4: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (4)

Chapter 4: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (4)

“Blame you for what?”

Shen Qingwei bit her lip, struggling to spit out the rest of her words. “Blame me for seducing your fiancé.”

The word “seducing” came out awkwardly.

She knew she was innocent, but from the perspective of Zhao Xingyue, Zhou Yongjia’s fiancée, what did it look like?

She was in that room. Even if she didn’t climb into Zhou Yongjia’s bed, even if she was fully clothed, perhaps in Zhao Xingyue’s eyes, she was no different from the naked woman on the floor.

Hearing her words, Zhao Xingyue let out a soft hum, as if she’d heard something amusing, and actually laughed.

“The sky will rain, mothers will remarry, and Zhou Yongjia will chase women. He can’t control his lower half—what does that have to do with you?”

“Without you, there’d be other women. If I spent all day blaming this one or that one, wouldn’t I be annoyed to death?”

“I kept Zhou Yongjia around before because my dad was always pushing me to get married. Having a fiancé was a good cover. Zhou Yongjia and I were just using each other. But my dad passed away last month, so he’s no longer useful.”

Zhao Xingyue said this with such nonchalance, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Shen Qingwei’s mouth fell open unconsciously.

So that’s how she thought… incredible.

No wonder she was so admired by her professors.

Perhaps her words piqued Zhao Xingyue’s interest. The woman, who had been about to leave, turned back, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs with effortless ease, and exuded a carefree charm.

Leaning her elbow on the armrest, she snapped her fingers, ensuring Shen Qingwei’s attention was on her before asking, “Tell me, what happened tonight?”

“With that pitiful look of yours, you don’t seem like someone who’s out to sell herself, do you?”

Shen Qingwei instinctively retorted, “Of course I’m not!”

Meeting Zhao Xingyue’s half-smiling gaze, she realized her reaction was too intense. Her face flushed, and her voice softened.

Like a wronged child explaining to a stern parent, she mumbled, “…I’m not.”

“Alright, I know you’re not. If everyone selling themselves was like you—crying on the roadside after being photographed, self-tormenting—they’d have been kicked out of the business long ago.”

Shen Qingwei thought of the woman who had been with Zhou Yongjia tonight, and realized Zhao Xingyue was right.

That woman’s mental fortitude was indeed beyond her reach.

Thinking of the woman’s reminder to her, she couldn’t help but ask, “…Can you not publish her nude photos?”

Zhao Xingyue’s fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. “Why?”

“You just want to break off your engagement with Zhou Yongjia, right? Whether her photos are included or not shouldn’t matter…”

Quite kind-hearted.

Zhao Xingyue thought.

Just kind in the wrong direction.

“Enough, don’t worry about her. Maybe she’s hoping tomorrow’s headlines feature her nude photos—without any mosaic.” Seeing Shen Qingwei’s eyes widen like a startled animal, she kindly explained, “Once tomorrow’s news breaks, her value will at least triple. Men who’ve slept with her before, knowing she was with Zhou Yongjia, will line up with money, begging to sleep with her again.”

Shen Qingwei’s worldview took a massive hit from these words.

So… that’s how it works?

No wonder, after Zhao Xingyue left with the reporters, that woman didn’t seem anxious at all. There was no shame or panic on her face—just calm acceptance.

It seemed this was routine for her, while Shen Qingwei was the one making a fuss over nothing.

“Alright, tell me about you. If it’s some story about a good woman being coerced by a tyrant, I might have the time to take an interest.”

The implication in her words sparked a glimmer of joy in Shen Qingwei’s heart.

…

“So, you’re saying Zhou Yongjia took a liking to your looks and planned to coerce you, but before he succeeded, I walked in?”

Having someone say “took a liking to your looks” to her face, even knowing Zhao Xingyue was just stating a fact, Shen Qingwei couldn’t help but blush. “…Y-Yes.”

“Are you sure you’re really an S University graduate?” Zhao Xingyue’s question suddenly shifted tone.

Being doubted about her education, Shen Qingwei was puzzled but answered confidently, “Of c-course I am.”

“What was your class rank?”

“First.”

She had worked hard in university and even gave a speech as an outstanding graduate at commencement.

Zhao Xingyue’s eyes held doubt, but before Shen Qingwei could get upset, she said, “I’m starting to worry about S University’s teaching quality. How could they produce such a foolish student like you?”

Shen Qingwei lowered her head, not refuting her words.

Her actions had indeed brought shame to her alma mater.

“With your S University degree and outstanding graduate status, you could stand anywhere, and good job offers would come to you.”

“If Zhou Yongjia dares to coerce you, why don’t you dare to record him? This is a society governed by law. Even if you can’t bring him down, he’d have to think twice about targeting you. If that recording gets into a competitor’s hands, it could spark a major scandal.”

“He says he’ll blacklist you, and you think he really can? How much power does the Zhou family have? How big is S City? How big is the country? Not to mention far-off places, at the very least, my Zhao family would never take Zhou’s dirty money. What are you so afraid of?”

One sentence after another, Zhao Xingyue’s words were like a wake-up call, instantly clearing Shen Qingwei’s mind.

Right, what was she afraid of?

No matter how powerful Zhou’s influence was, they had rivals.

If his partners wouldn’t accept her resume, wouldn’t his competitors?

Her outstanding graduate title wasn’t just for show. Her professional skills were as good as anyone’s—why wouldn’t those companies hire her?

Seeing the realization dawn on Shen Qingwei’s face, a hint of satisfaction appeared in Zhao Xingyue’s eyes.

These truths weren’t beyond Shen Qingwei’s grasp. It was just that Zhou Yongjia, as a reincarnated evil spirit, had a knack for trapping people in his orbit. Without Zhao Xingyue, years later, when Shen Qingwei finally escaped Zhou Yongjia, she would have realized this herself.

But by then, it would have been too late.

“Thank you, thank you.”

Shen Qingwei’s gratitude toward Zhao Xingyue was beyond words, expressed only through repeated thanks.

She cried again, but this time, it wasn’t out of despair—it was tears of joy from seeing hope.

“Alright, stop crying. You look ugly when you cry.” Zhao Xingyue casually handed her a couple of tissues. Shen Qingwei took them, giving her a silly smile.

Her eyes, swollen from crying, looked like walnut kernels, yet they couldn’t hide the sparkling light within.

Suddenly, Zhao Xingyue understood why Zhou Yongjia had singled out Shen Qingwei among so many women, obsessing over her alone.

Reincarnated evil spirits, though unaware, carried a sense of crisis from their final life.

Instead of seizing the chance to atone, most evil spirits thought only of living as extravagantly as possible in their last journey.

When people are in pain, they can’t stand to see others’ happiness. To Zhou Yongjia, Shen Qingwei’s pure soul was like someone else’s joy—something he could never have. He had to taint that purity, destroy it, and drag it down to hell with him to feel satisfied.

“Thank you, thank you…”

She was still apologizing profusely. Zhao Xingyue glanced at the time and stood up. “It’s late. Rest for now. Go back to Zhou’s tomorrow and see if Zhou Yongjia tries anything. If he does, think about what I told you.”

“Oh,” she added, turning back as she reached the door, “I’m skeptical about your claim of being an outstanding graduate, but if you can show me your S University diploma, Zhao’s doors are always open to you.”

The sudden job offer stunned Shen Qingwei.

When the door closed, shutting out the corridor’s light, she finally snapped out of it.

The president of the Zhao Group had offered her a job?!

“Ahhh!” She was so lucky today.

In the corridor, Zhao Xingyue watched the girl, first dazed, then jumping onto the bed and rolling around, a slight smile curving her lips.

Such a childish temperament.

After her excitement, Shen Qingwei lay on the bed, still feeling like everything that happened today was a dream.

From the daytime to now, it had been like a rollercoaster.

First plunging to the lowest point, now climbing to the peak.

Suddenly, she jolted.

She realized something critical.

All the good changes today were because of Zhao Xingyue.

Without Zhao Xingyue, without Zhao Xingyue…

That “what if” made Shen Qingwei’s heart sink.

She would have been coerced. Her dignity would have been trampled. She couldn’t imagine what terrible things she might have done after her boundaries were broken tonight.

But thinking of the woman who appeared like a goddess tonight, she couldn’t help but smile.

How could there be no Zhao Xingyue?

She was right there.

She stormed in with reporters, saving her from “facing death.”

She held an umbrella for her in the rain and brought her to the hotel.

She offered her a job, giving her anxious heart a sense of security.

She was there.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingwei hugged the blanket, giggling foolishly, her heart as sweet as honey.

She was so lucky today… to meet someone as wonderful as Zhao Xingyue.

Zhao Xingyue wasn’t at all like she appeared on TV—not intimidating, but gentle, though very particular about cleanliness. Getting water on her clothes and car seat today, Shen Qingwei wondered how much Zhao Xingyue must have been annoyed.

Her thoughts drifted to the scene she saw in the bathroom.

Through the frosted glass, a hazy beauty…

She slowly closed her eyes. In her dream, Zhao Xingyue stood with her back to her, taking off her clothes. Shen Qingwei walked over, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, rested her head on her shoulder, and whispered, “So fragrant.”