2495: Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (13)

Love Comes Like The Southern Breeze (13)

Finally, the people from the review board came out. The luxurious cars outside the store were already ready. They were just waiting for the president and his executives to get in the car and leave.1

Feng Yunan walked out of the store and stopped when he passed by Qiao Ruoxi.

He looked down at her and warned her in a voice that no one else could hear.

"Qiao Ruoxi, don't try to get close to me in any way. You're not worthy."

'What a vicious and narcissistic man.'

'Does he think that I'm working at Di Ruiling Jewelry to get close to him?'

'Please, don't be so narcissistic. Do you think the whole world revolves around you?'

A cold wind blew past him as the tall man walked down the steps. He sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce and quickly disappeared from sight.

However, the sarcasm in the man's eyes pierced Qiao Ruoxi's heart.

The manager came over and patted her shoulder. "Qiao Ruoxi, that's enough. Go back to work!"

"Okay."

Qiao Ruoxi lowered her numb hands and let out a long sigh. She turned around and returned to the store.

In the next few days, Qiao Ruoxi's work became normal.

She learned well and quickly familiarized herself with historical backgrounds related to Di Ruiling Jewelry, jewelry production, craftsmanship, and the characteristics of Di Ruiling Jewelry.

She would devote herself to her work every day, not giving herself the extra energy to think about what had happened.

Every day, she would receive messages from Qin Xuming asking for forgiveness, but Qiao Ruoxi would ignore them.

On the way home from work, a black car suddenly stopped beside her. Two people got out of the car, one blocking her way and the other opening the door for her.

"Miss Qiao? Our master invites…"

At first, Qiao Ruoxi was shocked. She quickly looked at the two people in front of her and realized that they were dressed appropriately, gentle and polite. They looked like they were well-trained.

"Who is your master?" she asked warily.

"You'll know when you see it."

The other party kept them in suspense.

Qiao Ruoxi guessed that he was not a bad person. If he was, he would not have kidnapped a poor person like her, let alone inform her in such a polite manner.

Since she had nothing to her name, there was nothing to be afraid of now. Qiao Ruoxi got into the car.

The man led her to an elegant tea house and into a private room. She saw an old man with a dignified face and white hair.

He was making tea with his own hands, his expression focused. He did not raise his head but said lightly, "Miss Qiao, have a seat."

Qiao Ruoxi became even more suspicious. 'Who is this old man? Why is he looking for me?'

Out of curiosity, she walked to the opposite side of the old man and sat down. She asked, "Sir, were you looking for me…"

The old man raised his head slowly and placed a cup of tea in front of her. He said calmly, "Hello, Miss Qiao. I'm Feng Yunan's grandfather."

'Feng Yunan's… grandfather?'

'Doesn't that mean that he's Feng Yuanshan, the founder and current chairman of the Fengtian Group?'

"Grandpa… Uh, I mean, Greetings, Mr. Feng…"

Qiao Ruoxi was so shocked that she almost called him by the wrong name. "Excuse me, but is there anything I can help you with?"

Old Mr. Feng did not speak. He turned and took out a stack of photos from his bag and placed them in front of her.

Qiao Ruoxi picked up the photo and looked at it. The blood in her body seemed to have frozen in an instant, and she shuddered.

Almost all of the photos were of her and Feng Yunan getting it on in the hotel that night. They were in all kinds of positions and were extremely unsightly. It was simply… unbearable to look at.

Qiao Ruoxi could not breathe properly. She felt as if her throat was being choked and cold sweat was dripping down her back.

'Who took these photos?'

'How did they end up with the chairman?'

'Is he here to settle scores with me?'

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