[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 9: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (9)

Chapter 9: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (9)

The black sedan glided through traffic. Shen Qingwei sat in the passenger seat, gazing at the passing cars and scenery, clutching the seatbelt, her heart racing.

Zhao Xingyue was taking her to lunch.

The president of the Zhao Group said she wanted to celebrate with her.

She tried to act composed, but her lips kept curving upward, her eyes crinkling into crescents. The sunlight caught her eyes, making them sparkle like dark gems.

“What do you want to eat?” Zhao Xingyue’s sudden voice snapped Shen Qingwei out of her excitement. She hurriedly replied, “Anything, anything, I’m not picky.”

Zhao Xingyue, driving, said, “How about Western food? There’s a new place near the Second Ring Road. It’s pretty good.”

Shen Qingwei: “Oh? Western food?”

Zhao Xingyue: “Don’t like Western food? Then Chinese? What do you want?”

Shen Qingwei: “No, no, no, I don’t dislike it. It’s… it’s fine.”

Western food… there shouldn’t be too many rules, right?

Should she search up fork-and-knife etiquette now?

Could she learn it in time?

The restaurant Zhao Xingyue took Shen Qingwei to was a revolving one on the top floor of a skyscraper, offering a panoramic view of S City through its glass windows.

Zhao Xingyue was accustomed to such places, entering as casually as if it were her own home. A waiter pulled out her chair, and after sitting, she picked up the menu, ordered her favorites, and handed it to Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei’s eyes betrayed her nervousness and caution. The menu prices left her dizzy. After flipping through a few pages without finding anything affordable, she closed it with an awkward smile. “I’ll have the same as her.”

Outside the window was the bustling S City; inside, men and women spoke softly, their postures elegant.

Shen Qingwei’s face showed a hint of confusion and unease.

This was a world far removed from her own, like Jack climbing the beanstalk into the giant’s kingdom, awestruck by everything before her.

Like many girls, she had once dreamed of sitting in a revolving restaurant atop a skyscraper with her prince charming, eating thousand-yuan dishes, living like a prince and princess.

But reality’s harsh heels were adept at crushing dreams.

She had outgrown the age of squealing over romantic scenes in dramas, gradually realizing how unattainable that dream was for her.

She never imagined her fantasies and aspirations would come true so unexpectedly.

But thinking of the prices she’d just seen, Shen Qingwei grew restless again.

She said, “President Zhao, isn’t this celebration a bit too expensive?”

“Expensive?” Zhao Xingyue feigned confusion. “I don’t come here often, but their ingredients are flown in fresh from their origins every morning. I think the price is reasonable.”

Flown in fresh…

From their origins that very morning?

Shen Qingwei felt her imagination limited by her poverty.

The appetizer arrived quickly. Shen Qingwei, recalling the Western dining etiquette she’d just looked up, clumsily picked up her knife and fork.

Clink—

The knife’s tip hit the porcelain plate, making a crisp sound.

Like a startled rabbit, Shen Qingwei looked up, glancing around, but no one noticed her. Everyone was absorbed in their own affairs, unaware that someone eating Western food for the first time didn’t even know how to use a knife and fork.

She giggled quietly, feeling the thrill of getting away with something naughty, and took her first bite of Western cuisine.

The delicate foie gras melted in her mouth. It wasn’t as delicious as she’d imagined, but not bad either. She squinted, savoring the experience of a thousand-yuan dish sliding down her throat.

Zhao Xingyue’s lips curved slightly.

She hadn’t brought Shen Qingwei here without purpose.

Shen Qingwei, well, her upbringing and limited worldview had made her inwardly fragile.

Despite her strong abilities earned through hard work, she constantly doubted herself.

Take today’s interview. When the interviewer reported back to Zhao Xingyue, they were thrilled, saying they’d expected a decorative vase but found a Qianlong-era one—beautiful and substantial.

To earn such praise from Zhao’s HR spoke volumes about Shen Qingwei’s solid expertise and capability. Yet, she’d tried to flee before the interview—Zhao Xingyue didn’t know what to say about that.

She’d gone downstairs to buy that hot cocoa to give Shen Qingwei one last chance.

If Shen Qingwei was truly so timid and hopeless, Zhao Xingyue wouldn’t let Zhou Yongjia ruin her life again but wouldn’t offer further help either.

If someone lacked the courage to grasp an extended hand, they weren’t worth helping.

Zhao Xingyue had worked diligently in the Underworld for years. Her mission to save this little white flower was to clear Shen Qingwei’s resentment. Helping her improve her life was just something she did on the side.

If Shen Qingwei could handle it, she’d give; if not, she wouldn’t force it.

Fortunately, Shen Qingwei barely managed to seize the opportunity.

She was remarkably self-adjusting. While eating the appetizer, she’d clinked her fork and knife against the plate, but by the main course, she was confidently mimicking Zhao Xingyue’s movements.

Holding her fork, Shen Qingwei asked, “Like this?”

Zhao Xingyue nodded. “Very smart.”

Shen Qingwei’s eyes curved into crescents, but she didn’t forget to flatter her soon-to-be boss. “President Zhao, you’re amazing. You’re steadier with your left hand than I am with my right.”

Zhao Xingyue said seriously, “Didn’t you notice I’m left-handed?”

“Oh… haha, really?” Shen Qingwei laughed awkwardly. “I heard left-handed people are smarter. I didn’t believe it before, but seeing you, President Zhao, I’m convinced.”

Her clumsy flattery made Zhao Xingyue chuckle. “Alright, stop teasing. Eat your food. I’ll drive you home after. No more flattery.”

She added, “Flattery won’t get you a raise.”

Caught in the act, Shen Qingwei’s face flushed—not from embarrassment, but shyness.

She rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand, feeling its warmth, knowing how red her face must be.

She thought she must have done great deeds in her past life to meet someone as wonderful as Zhao Xingyue in this one.

She sneaked a glance at Zhao Xingyue across the table, only to see her frowning slightly, looking displeased, staring in one direction.

Following her gaze, Shen Qingwei instinctively raised her bag to cover her face when she saw who had entered the restaurant.

Why was Zhou Yongjia here?

Shen Qingwei groaned inwardly.

She could already guess what Zhou Yongjia would imagine seeing her and Zhao Xingyue together.

Zhao Xingyue: “You’re scared of him?”

Shen Qingwei whispered, “Scared he’ll go crazy.”

Zhao Xingyue let out a soft laugh, which drew Zhou Yongjia’s attention.

Seeing Zhao Xingyue, the bit of good mood Zhou Yongjia had regained over the past few days turned to ashes and scattered in the wind.

He said coldly, “Zhao Xingyue, long time no see.”

Zhao Xingyue nodded slightly, her smile polite and professional. “President Zhou, indeed, it’s been a while.”

Her calm demeanor only fueled Zhou Yongjia’s anger.

The resentment and fury that had built up over this time surged back.

Seeing Zhao Xingyue brought back memories of his father’s scolding, the endless online insults, and the whispers behind his back at the company.

Accompanying him to the restaurant today was a barely legal young model, clinging to his arm, tactlessly asking, “President Zhou, who’s that?”

Zhou Yongjia glared at Zhao Xingyue. “Who? Who else could it be? Of course, it’s our venomous President Zhao. They say a wasp’s sting is deadly, but a woman’s heart is the most poisonous. I didn’t believe it before, but President Zhao gave me a real-life lesson. Good thing she had the self-awareness to break off the engagement. Otherwise, I can’t imagine what kind of peaceful life I’d have with a woman like that. Youyou, don’t ever be like her. Jealous women like her are destined to be unloved and unmarriageable, got it?”

The young model clung to his arm, exclaiming, “So she’s that President Zhao?”

The two of them mocked Zhao Xingyue in unison, making her roll her eyes. She wasn’t angry at their words; she just felt like she was watching two idiots perform a comedy.

The one who couldn’t stand it first was Shen Qingwei.

She slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Zhou Yongjia and scolding, “Zhou Yongjia, have you no shame? You were caught in bed with a prostitute, and you have the nerve to talk about others? Jealous? Who’d want you? Whoever wants you can have you. You’re just trash Zhao Xingyue didn’t want, kicked to the curb with an excuse. Where do you get off being so dramatic?”

Her words fired like a machine gun at Zhou Yongjia, stunning not only him but even Zhao Xingyue.

After a moment of slight shock, Zhao Xingyue smiled.

Compared to a hopeless case, she naturally preferred someone like Shen Qingwei—full of vitality and fight.

Zhou Yongjia was dumbfounded by the scolding.

When he mocked Zhao Xingyue, despite his biting words, he maintained a gentlemanly facade. But Shen Qingwei stood up like she was ready to throw punches.

It took him a while to dig Shen Qingwei’s name out of his memory. “Shen… Shen Qingwei?”

Shen Qingwei: “That’s right, your grandma here.”

Zhou Yongjia’s gaze darted between the two women. “Fine, fine, you two teamed up to play me. No wonder you were so compliant that night—you were setting me up for her…”

“Who set you up?”

Shen Qingwei started to retort, but Zhao Xingyue stood, stepping in front of her, chin raised, looking at Zhou Yongjia with disdain. “So what if I set you up? Or if I didn’t? I don’t need a man who doesn’t know loyalty or virtue.”

Shen Qingwei burst out laughing but then heard Zhao Xingyue call her name.

Zhao Xingyue: “Qingwei, do you think a man like President Zhou, who can’t control his lower half, will ever find a wife? Past his prime, unwanted, right?”

“You’re the one who’ll never marry, pfft,” Zhou Yongjia fell into her trap. Realizing it, he pulled the model closer. “A man can be as wild as he wants—women will still flock to him. And you?”

Zhao Xingyue sneered. “Flock to you? President Zhou, don’t kid yourself. You think you’re playing women? They’re just after your money and looks, playing you. Who’d marry you?”

“Exactly,” Shen Qingwei poked her head out from behind Zhao Xingyue, chiming in. “You think your d1ck’s made of gold, every woman’s after it? They just see you as a dumb rich guy. Free rides with cash on top—rare ducks like you are hard to find these days.”

“Pfft.”

“Pfft.”

“Pfft—”

Snickers rippled through the restaurant.

Shen Qingwei noticed a beautiful woman who even sprayed her drink across the table.

Catching her eye, the woman turned, winked, and discreetly gave a thumbs-up.

Even Zhao Xingyue, who’d seen Shen Qingwei’s fierceness, nearly lost her composure when she compared Zhou Yongjia to a duck.

“Enough, why bother talking to used-up trash like him? Let’s go eat somewhere else… President Zhou, use your words, not your fists.” Grabbing Zhou Yongjia’s swinging arm amid gasps from the crowd, Zhao Xingyue turned to a waiter. “You have surveillance here, right? It can prove President Zhou threw the first punch?”

The restaurant’s staff were clearly seasoned, their expressions calm throughout. At her question, the waiter nodded slightly without surprise. “Rest assured, our restaurant has top-notch surveillance.”

Shen Qingwei: “Then I won’t hold back.”

She turned, and Zhou Yongjia, meeting her eyes, felt an uncontrollable chill.

The cold shot from his spine to the top of his head.

Before he could react, those nearby heard a crisp crack sound.

Zhao Xingyue sighed. “President Zhou’s arm is so brittle. Looks like at his age, he needs some calcium supplements.”

“Let—let go—”

Several men who’d stood to intervene gaped at the scene.

For an evil spirit like Zhou Yongjia, who added to the Underworld’s workload, Zhao Xingyue always dealt with them harshly. Seeing his pained, sweat-drenched face still flashing with malice, she sneered, pulled him closer, and as he leaned in, drove her knee hard into his abdomen.

At the same time, a dark aura flowed from her knee into his body.

As a reincarnated evil spirit, he’d best not leave descendants to harm others.