The incident ultimately ended with Liu Lixuan being fired and Yang Yang’s probation period being extended by one month.
At the same time, a company-wide notice was issued to every department:
Gossiping about colleagues was strictly prohibited, and violations would be dealt with severely.
Anyone with eyes could tell that the notice had been created specifically for Chi Ruanli.
After that, no one dared gossip about her behind her back anymore.
When Chi Ruanli read the notice, her heart felt full to bursting, as though something warm was about to overflow.
But she took a soft breath and forced those feelings back down, trying her best to keep herself under control.
He was the president, born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
She was merely a girl from a small town, the daughter of ordinary working-class parents.
She understood where she stood.
Being able to stand beside him as his secretary already made her very happy.
Chi Ruanli silently comforted herself.
When she looked up again, her pear-shaped dimples had returned.
Once more, she was the energetic and cheerful Chi Ruanli everyone knew.
Scooting over to Yang Yang, she asked with a face full of curiosity,
“So what’s your relationship with Jing Xun? What happened after you ran out that day?”
For perhaps the first time ever, the usually carefree Yang Yang became shy.
Waving her hand dismissively, she mumbled that it was nothing.
Yet her cheeks were completely red.
No matter how much Chi Ruanli pressed for answers, Yang Yang refused to say another word.
Her lips were sealed tight.
Receiving business partners, preparing meeting materials, attending meetings…
A hectic morning passed in the blink of an eye.
Not long after the lunch break ended, Sheng Yanqing called Chi Ruanli through the internal line.
“Get ready. You’re coming out with me later.”
Chi Ruanli did not dare delay for even a second.
After getting into the back seat of the company car, she was taken directly to Spring · Intent, a luxury custom-fashion brand.
Chi Ruanli knew about the store.
She had seen it while shopping before.
At the time, she had only dared stand across the street and admire the gowns displayed in the windows from afar.
A single dress cost nearly a year’s worth of her salary.
She could never afford one.
Lost in those thoughts, she realized the car had already stopped in front of Spring · Intent.
The moment Sheng Yanqing opened the car door and stepped out, a beauty dressed in a dark green qipao leisurely walked out to greet them.
The qipao was made of silk and decorated with several perfectly placed lilies, making her look even more stunning.
She wore a white fur shawl over her shoulders.
Her long black hair was loosely pinned up with a hairpin.
Despite the winter weather, she held a folding fan in her hand.
Her figure was graceful, and her steps were elegant as she approached Sheng Yanqing.
“Well now, Second Young Master Sheng gracing my humble establishment with his presence. My little shop is truly thr—”
Her voice was soft, sweet, and slightly teasing.
It was obvious they had known each other for a long time.
Before she could finish her pleasantries, Sheng Yanqing cut her off mercilessly.
“Enough. Stop right there. I don’t believe Yan Yiqian didn’t already tell you.”
At that, Qin Chunyi casually brushed back a loose strand of hair and laughed softly.
“He’s him, and I’m me. Proper manners are still necessary, aren’t they?”
As she spoke, her long phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
Looking past Sheng Yanqing, she carefully examined Chi Ruanli standing behind him.
A soft, chubby doll-like face.
A graceful figure.
A waist so slender it looked no wider than a sheet of A4 paper.
Long, straight legs.
Exactly the type Second Young Master Sheng liked.
Sensing her gaze, Sheng Yanqing subtly shifted his body and completely blocked Chi Ruanli from view.
Tsk. Not even letting me look? How stingy.
A beautiful smile curved Qin Chunyi’s lips.
Her eyes sparkled mischievously as they landed on Sheng Yanqing’s face.
“Second Young Master, you’re truly blessed.”
“Ahem.”
Sheng Yanqing cleared his throat awkwardly.
Turning slightly, he introduced them.
“Chi Ruanli. My secretary.”
The implication was clear:
We’re completely innocent. Stop trying to play matchmaker.
He even shot Qin Chunyi a warning glance.
Qin Chunyi remained unconcerned.
In this day and age, when had there ever been such a thing as a completely innocent relationship between a president and his secretary?
With that, she stepped forward gracefully and extended a slender hand.
“Qin Chunyi.”
Being stared at by such a beautiful woman made Chi Ruanli blush.
She shyly reached out and shook her hand.
“Hello, Boss Sister.”
Tsk.
Those two pear-shaped dimples were absolutely adorable when she smiled.
Her temperament was gentle too.
Qin Chunyi instantly liked her.
Watching the two jade-like hands clasp together, Jing Xun raised an eyebrow in surprise.
Since when had Qin Chunyi been so friendly?
The socialites and wealthy young ladies in their circle usually couldn’t even earn a glance from her.
“Sister Yi, let’s get moving already. Hurry up and bring out the crown jewel of your collection so Secretary Chi can try it on.”
Seeing that time was running short, Jing Xun casually threw an arm around Qin Chunyi’s shoulders and began steering her inside.
Qin Chunyi immediately brushed his arm away.
“You’d better watch yourself. If Yan Yiqian sees this, you’ll suffer for it.”
“That jealous freak isn’t here. What’s there to be afraid of?”
Jing Xun grinned shamelessly.
Expressionless, Qin Chunyi lifted her chin toward the surveillance cameras inside the store.
Jing Xun immediately understood.
“Damn. What a pervert.”
Installing surveillance cameras just so he could keep an eye on his own wife—
Only a lunatic like Yan Yiqian would do something like that.