[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 5: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (5)

Chapter 5: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (5)

The hotel bed was unlike any Shen Qingwei had ever slept on—soft as a cloud, smooth as silk. In such a comfortable bed, she overslept her alarm and woke up at the time she was supposed to be at work.

“Oh no, I’m doomed! I’m late, I’m late!”

While Shen Qingwei was sleeping, Zhao Xingyue was already at her office, sipping coffee and monitoring Shen Qingwei through a window minimized to the corner of her vision.

Seeing Shen Qingwei leap out of bed in a flustered panic, Zhao Xingyue nearly spit out her coffee.

So full of energy.

Yesterday, she was almost coerced, yet today she acted as if she’d forgotten everything.

Rushing to the bathroom to get ready, the moment Shen Qingwei stuffed the toothbrush in her mouth, her memories started flooding back.

Why was she panicking?

She was going to quit anyway—being late didn’t matter. Could her manager eat her alive?

She hadn’t reported Zhou Yongjia for workplace harassment—that was already merciful of her. Being late was nothing to fear.

No need to be afraid. She was going to the company to resign, then head back to find her diploma and interview at Zhao’s!

Convincing herself with these thoughts, Shen Qingwei glanced in the mirror and quickened her brushing.

It was her last day, after all. Though she was set on quitting, she still wanted to leave a good impression. Arriving too late wouldn’t do.

Estimating that Shen Qingwei was almost ready to leave, Zhao Xingyue picked up her phone and called her driver. “I have a friend leaving X International Hotel in about ten minutes. Go wait for her at the entrance. I’ll send you her photo shortly.”

Hastily tying her hair into a ponytail, grabbing her clothes and bag, and checking out at the front desk, Shen Qingwei fiddled with her phone, trying to navigate and book a ride.

From X International Hotel to Zhou’s company, a cab would cost at least forty or fifty bucks. Seeing the estimated price, Shen Qingwei felt her heart bleed.

Her finger hovered over the carpool option for a long time before settling on “no carpool.”

—Carpooling would take too long.

“Beep beep—” A sharp horn sounded. Shen Qingwei looked up instinctively and saw a familiar car pull up in front of her.

The driver’s door opened, and a man in a suit stepped out. He walked around the car, opened the back door, and said to Shen Qingwei, “You’re Miss Shen, right? President Zhao asked me to pick you up. Just tell me where you’d like to go.”

“President Zhao, Zhao Xingyue?”

The driver didn’t deny it. After she got in, he adjusted the rearview mirror and asked, “Where are you headed?”

“Zhou’s Tower, thank you.”

“Alright.”

Even as the car started, Shen Qingwei still felt like she was in a dream.

At that moment, her phone rang. She fumbled to answer it, only to realize it was the rideshare service confirming her location.

Hurriedly apologizing and canceling the order, Shen Qingwei let out a long breath.

Leaning back, she turned to look out the window. The scenery on both sides of the road sped by, and the soft, spacious seat beneath her finally brought a sense of reality.

How could there be someone as kind as Zhao Xingyue in this world?

What Shen Qingwei didn’t know was that Zhao Xingyue’s kindness was reserved solely for her.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yongjia, Zhao Xingyue’s ex-fiancé, was receiving treatment as cold and ruthless as an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

“How dare she, how dare she—”

Crash—

The ornaments on the mahogany desk were swept to the floor.

Several newspapers spilled across the ground, revealing today’s latest headlines.

Each paper had a different title, but they shared one thing in common—

Below the headlines were Zhou Yongjia’s barely censored nude photos, each clearer than the last.

They didn’t look like candid shots; it was as if Zhou Yongjia had deliberately posed for the press.

The secretary who brought in the newspapers stood in the corner, shrinking like a quail, wishing she could turn invisible to escape her boss’s sight.

Zhou Yongjia had spent all night on the phone trying to suppress the story, but those people, agreeing verbally, had slapped him in the face today.

His eyes reddened with rage, veins bulging on his forehead, like a beast provoked to fury.

Just as his anger peaked, his phone, which he’d thrown to the floor, suddenly rang. The secretary glanced at the caller ID, quickly picked it up, and handed it to Zhou Yongjia.

Without looking, he slapped the phone away, roaring, “Get lost, I’m busy—”

“President Zhou,” the secretary cautiously gauged his expression, choosing her words carefully. “It’s the chairman.”

Zhou Yongjia glared at her as if she were his mortal enemy. “What are you standing there for? Bring it here!”

The chairman of Zhou’s, Zhou Yongjia’s father.

A call from him at this moment couldn’t be good news.

But Zhou Yongjia had to take it.

Suppressing his anger, he pressed the answer button. Before he could speak, the person on the other end unleashed a torrent of curses.

Smack—

The phone, having survived two throws, finally met its end on the third, shattering into pieces on the floor.

Zhou Yongjia braced his hands on the desk, his face dark enough to drip water.

In S City, what rich man didn’t play around? Who didn’t keep a wife at home while having lovers outside? Zhao Xingyue, not even married into the Zhou family yet, was already meddling in his private affairs.

A woman like that—who would dare marry her?!

She was practically a tigress.

Ding-dong—

The secretary’s phone chimed.

“Sorry, President Zhou, I forgot to mute it.” She fumbled to silence her phone, glancing at the notification and sneaking a look at Zhou Yongjia.

Impatiently, he snapped, “What is it?”

Carefully watching his expression, the secretary slid her phone toward him.

“It’s… a notice from President Zhao about canceling the engagement.”

Smack—

Without even looking closely, Zhou Yongjia grabbed the phone and threw it.

The secretary’s heart skipped a beat. Ignoring her distress over her phone, she only hoped he wouldn’t take his anger out on her.

At the height of his rage, Zhou Yongjia calmed down.

He sat slowly and said to the secretary, “…Call Shen Qingwei here.”

Shen Qingwei?

The name clicked in the secretary’s mind, connecting to a name on the personnel transfer list. Recalling Shen Qingwei’s department, she said softly, “Yes, I’ll go get her.”

When the secretary arrived, Shen Qingwei had just settled at her desk.

She didn’t clock in, simply sat down, pushed a thick stack of work aside, opened her computer, and started writing her resignation letter.

Barely beginning, Zhou Yongjia’s secretary arrived.

“Who’s Shen Qingwei?”

Shen Qingwei raised her hand. “Me.”

The secretary, in a white blouse and black skirt, her figure striking, pushed up her glasses. Her sharp, almond-shaped eyes scanned Shen Qingwei up and down—

Shen Qingwei was still wearing the clothes Zhao Xingyue’s assistant had sent: a white blouse, a white pleated skirt, paired with white socks and sneakers, exuding a youthful vibe.

The secretary quickly concluded that, while not adhering to company dress code, Shen Qingwei was exactly Zhou Yongjia’s type.

She said, “President Zhou wants to see you.”

Shen Qingwei replied, “I have some things to do. Can I go a bit later?”

The secretary said, “Urgent tasks can be handed off. Non-urgent ones can wait. Come with me now.”

Shen Qingwei glanced at her half-written resignation letter, shut off the monitor, and said to the secretary, “…I’ll finish it when I get back.”

As she followed the secretary out, her colleagues in the shared office immediately huddled together.

Someone asked, “Why do you think President Zhou called Shen Qingwei?”

“I bet it’s nothing good,” someone said gleefully. “Did you see this morning’s news? President Zhou was caught with a prostitute by reporters. Xiao Li messaged me that after Secretary Liu brought in the newspapers, President Zhou threw a huge tantrum in his office—things crashing, loud enough to hear outside. Everyone’s too scared to even go to the bathroom.”

“I don’t think so,” a girl with delicate makeup said, blowing on her freshly done nails. “Did you notice Shen Qingwei’s outfit and shoes today?”

“What about them?”

“I saw that brand at Zhao’s mall. The top’s at least eighteen hundred, the skirt probably two thousand, the shoes the cheapest—eight hundred. Shen Qingwei’s just a new permanent employee—where’d she get that money? Plus, our company mandates formal attire for work.” She threw a suggestive glance at the others, saying cryptically, “You know what I mean, right?”

Someone gasped softly. “Are you saying Shen Qingwei’s involved with President Zhou?”

The one who listed the prices of Shen Qingwei’s outfit shot her a look. “I didn’t say that—don’t put words in my mouth. Oh, look at this.” She pulled out her phone, showing Zhou Yongjia’s nude photo. Zooming in, she pointed to the woman beside him. “Look at her figure—who does it remind you of?”

Shen Qingwei could never have imagined that just by going to Zhou Yongjia’s office, her colleagues had already concocted a story of her landing a sugar daddy.

The secretary led her to the president’s office door and left.

Shen Qingwei stood there for a moment. After witnessing Zhou Yongjia’s rage yesterday, saying she wasn’t afraid would be a lie.

Even with her resolve to quit, she was still scared to face that terrifying man.

Zhao Xingyue’s words from last night echoed in her mind.

“What are you so afraid of?”

Right, there was nothing to fear.

The person inside wasn’t some monster.

Shen Qingwei’s expression grew resolute again. She raised her hand and knocked on the president’s office door.

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