The black Rolls-Royce sped down the street. In just twenty minutes, a surveillance video was sent to Shang Beichen's mobile phone.
In the video, two women roughly pushed Qiao Xi out the door, causing her to fall to the ground. There were also those unbearable insults, and finally, she fled the scene in a sorry state...
Shang Beichen's expression turned terrifyingly grim, his jaw clenched so tight it made a grinding sound. His fists were clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hands.
He could imagine how much pain she must have felt at that moment.
He made a call, his voice laced with anger, "Dig up all their dirt, their financial situation, their competitors. I want to know everything. You have six hours."
He hung up the phone and suddenly said to the driver, "Go to the small street behind Huashang University."
"Yes, President Shang." Old Wang nodded. At the next intersection, he immediately turned the car around.
The night was deep.
It was past eleven o'clock, and Qiao Xi had just lain down on the bed for a moment.
The scene at the clothing store that afternoon kept replaying in her mind, along with the image of Shang Beichen holding Nan Xing.
She had no sleepiness at all, tossing and turning, her eyes stinging with tears.
Xia Cheng's younger female cousin, Wen Ningning, had clearly told her that evening.
Tianyu's legal department was involved, making it airtight. Moreover, this contract was signed half a year ago when she got a raise, as a renewal.
It was possible this was intentional. Had Shang Beichen started interfering with Tianyu's affairs half a year ago?
Was he deliberately keeping her by his side just to "humiliate" her for his own amusement?
She really wanted to leave Tianyu now, to escape Shang Beichen, but where could she find 20 million?
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
The doorbell rang, persistent and piercing.
Outside the apartment door, Shang Beichen's figure was stretched long by the corridor lights.
Qiao Xi hadn't even gotten out of bed. No matter who it was, she didn't want to open the door, nor did she want to look through the peephole.
The phone screen on the bedside table lit up.
It was Shang Beichen.
He still dared to come?
He had abandoned her at the clothing store today, and now it was eleven o'clock. Did he suddenly remember her?
She reached out, pressed the button to end the call, and turned off her phone.
When Shang Beichen called again, only a mechanical female voice came from the earpiece, indicating the phone was turned off.
The emotion in his eyes sank, and the aura around him became terrifyingly low.
He reached out to try her password, entering her birthday, his own birthday, and their original wedding anniversary.
None were correct!
He turned his head and said to Chen Zheng behind him.
"Get someone."
"Tear the door down."
Chen Zheng's heart skipped a beat, but he still bowed and replied.
"Yes, President Shang."
The piercing sound of an electric drill soon rang out, roughly tearing through the tranquility of the night.
In the bedroom, Qiao Xi buried her head under the pillow, her body trembling uncontrollably.
This madman.
He actually dared to tear down her door?
"Click."
The door lock was broken and opened with a sound.
Shang Beichen strode in with his long legs, walked straight through the living room, and pushed open the bedroom door. Inside, there was only a small night light.
Qiao Xi suddenly sat up from the bed, her long hair messy, her eyes red-rimmed.
"You're crazy!"
"Shang Beichen, what are you doing?"
He didn't speak. He strode forward a few steps, his tall body exuding an irresistible sense of oppression.
He reached out his long arm, pulled her into his embrace, and held her head tightly, pressing her against his chest.
The custom citrus scent mixed with a faint tobacco smell from the man's body forcefully entered her nasal cavity.
She liked citrus, so he had a special citrus scent made. She used to love hugging him and nuzzling him...
His chest was broad and solid, his heartbeat steady and powerful.
A deep voice sounded above her head, with a hint of imperceptible hoarseness.
"I'm sorry."
Qiao Xi's body stiffened.
Immediately, she began to struggle violently, her fists beating his thick back.
"Shang Beichen, let go of me, get out!"
Shang Beichen's arms tightened even more, like iron hoops.
"Let me hold you, Xi Bao."
His voice was very soft, with a soothing tone.
Qiao Xi couldn't break free. All her grievances and anger burst forth at this moment.
Tears, however, rolled down uncontrollably, soaking his expensive shirt.
"Shang Beichen, I... don't want to see you right now, you... bastard."
"Wuwu..." Her voice was full of a crying tone.
Her body trembled violently.
This girl had indeed suffered a great grievance today.
He slightly loosened his grip, raised his hand, and gently wiped away her tears with his fingertip.
If he didn't come tonight, there would be no hope of restoring the country in the future.
"Yes, I'm the bastard. Stop crying, I'm sorry."
"I bought your favorite rose crisp. Have a piece, okay?"
He softened his voice, coaxing her. He opened the box with one hand, took out a piece of rose crisp, and brought it to her lips.
"I don't want to eat it. I don't like it anymore."
She said between sobs, stubbornly turning her head away.
In the past, when she was unhappy, Shang Beichen would go to that old cake shop at the university entrance and queue up to buy rose crisp to appease her.
She didn't expect he still remembered.
He glanced at his wristwatch; it was already past midnight.
"Okay, then you can eat it tomorrow."
"It's your birthday. I'm the first to wish you a happy birthday."
Four years. She hadn't heard his birthday wishes for four years.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xi felt a blockage in her chest, a mix of sourness and fullness.
However, after crying, she felt much better and pushed him away.
"I don't need your blessings."
"You need to leave right now."
Shang Beichen looked at her quietly for a few seconds.
"Okay, then you be good and sleep. Don't overthink things."
He imprinted a kiss on her forehead, without any hesitation, and turned to leave the bedroom.
Qiao Xi was a little stunned for a moment.
So obedient, not a single retort?
Was that really Shang Beichen who came in just now? Did he come specifically to offer an embrace and relieve breast hyperplasia?
Outside the door, Chen Zheng was already waiting.
Shang Beichen had returned to his usual stern and indifferent demeanor. While tidying his slightly wrinkled cuffs, he instructed.
"Have someone fix the door."
"Get a new one, the best one."
"Yes, President Shang."
.....
The next day, Qiao Xi discovered that her front door had been replaced. There was a password on the door, which was her and Shang Beichen's wedding anniversary.
That dog man.
She casually changed the password back to the original one.
Little Bean's birthday.
At eight-thirty, Qiao Xi, with slightly swollen eyes, stepped into the company.
At a glance, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes standing there, bowing and scraping.
Behind the man, three trembling women followed.
Qiao Xi recognized them immediately.
They were the same three who had humiliated her so much at the mall yesterday.
She was instantly so angry her face turned green.
An indescribable sense of humiliation surged in her heart.
What was this?
Were they bringing people in front of her to be judged? A warning to others?
What kind of new method of humiliation was this!
Ye Kailin, the CEO of YZ Brand Apparel, saw her and immediately stepped forward, his face full of apologetic smiles.
"Miss Qiao, I'm sorry, truly sorry!"
"Yesterday, we were blind and didn't recognize your importance. I failed to discipline them properly, causing you to be wronged!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the three women behind him stepped forward and bowed to apologize.
"Miss Qiao, we deserve to die, we are not human!"
"Please spare us. We offended you yesterday, we're sorry."
Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment. They were here to apologize? So self-aware?
This was too absurd and ridiculous.
Su Xiaoke walked up to her and whispered, "YZ Apparel had a scandal today. Tax evasion, problems with the fabric, and they even had a store manager who wore clothes out and then sold them back to customers..."
"As soon as the market opened, the stock price dropped by a billion. The videos online are more exciting than any movie."
My, retribution comes quickly.
President Ye also bowed, his posture lowered to the dust.
"Miss Qiao, to show our sincerity, our brand will offer you lifetime free use!"
She twitched the corner of her mouth, her tone icy. Yesterday, the scene of her being thrown out was still vivid in her mind.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't like your brand anymore."
Her words made President Ye break out in a cold sweat instantly.
"Miss Qiao, please don't. Have mercy on us. We were wrong, we were blind!"
A cold voice came from the stairs.
Shang Beichen had come down at some point. His gaze was sharp as a knife, his voice like ice.
"Since Miss Qiao doesn't like it."
"Then this brand has no reason to exist."
His casually spoken words decided the fate of a brand.
President Ye's face turned pale with fright, and he roared.
"Kneel down for me."
The three women immediately "plop" and knelt down...
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