The person who came in was Jingya. Ren Jingdong knew that Ni Moqiang had an extraordinary relationship with Jingya, so he pinned a lot of hopes on her, expecting her to provide some information. However, Jingya shook her head in confusion and said, "I don't know. But I can contact her on behalf of the president." As she spoke, she took out her phone and was about to make a call. Ren Jingdong raised his hand and waved it casually, his face tense as he said, "No need. I can't get through to her."
"Oh? What's she up to? I couldn't accompany her for her birthday last night either. I don't know if she had a good time alone—" Jingya chattered on. Ren Jingdong's expression changed. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Was yesterday her birthday?"
"Yes. We had originally agreed that I would accompany her, but then I had something else to do and couldn't make it. Oh no—!" Jingya suddenly exclaimed softly, biting her lip in 懊恼 and blaming herself, "I really hope nothing has happened to her. What should we do now?" Jingya quickly took out her phone and rapidly pressed a series of numbers. After a while, she put down her hand anxiously.
Ren Jingdong frowned slightly. Spending her birthday alone, dressing so alluringly, and getting so drunk. If she had met someone else, wouldn't it be—. Just thinking of this made him furious. Imagining the scene of her lying beside another man in his mind was like a fire raging in his heart, and a sour feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.
He leaned back in his chair, half - lowering his sharp eyes, and his hand on his knee gradually tightened.
He never thought that her "disappearance" was due to shyness. Ni Moqiang probably didn't even know how to write the word "shyness", and this didn't match her character either. He wanted to see how long she could hide and what attitude she would take when facing him.
A playful smile curved his lips. This game was really interesting!
Ni Moqiang fled out of the hotel in a hurry, only to find a very serious problem. Besides her dignity, she had also lost her handbag and her car.
Standing at the entrance of the hotel, she looked up at the bright sun, and an inexplicable shiver ran through her body. She should go back to the PUB to get her car. Maybe her handbag was still in the PUB too. But she had no money on her. How could she get there?
Taking a deep breath, she reached out to hail a taxi. The driver stopped the car in front of her and gave her two strange looks. Ni Moqiang felt a rush of heat to her face and lowered her head, letting her long hair cover half of her cheeks.
She knew what the driver was thinking. He must have taken her for a lady of the night. Dressed like this in the middle of the day and coming out of a hotel, no one would look at her with normal eyes.
"Where to?" The short three - word question from the driver carried a faint hint of disdain.
Ni Moqiang forced herself to answer, "Dark Rose."
The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror and twitched his lips slightly. He thought to himself: These days, there are all kinds of people. Coming out of a hotel and then going into a PUB. The social customs are really deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as good as they used to be!
The car turned nimbly and smoothly glided into the driveway.
It was already an hour later when she drove out of the PUB with the handbag that the waiter had kept for her. She looked at the time and hesitated whether to go to work or not.
Could she still keep this job? With a furrowed brow, she kept thinking about this question. Not getting involved with her boss had always been her principle. Although she had adhered to it for the past few years, she had broken it with her own hands last night.
Sigh! It seemed that she had to change jobs again, even though she was quite satisfied with her current job! Pressing her faintly aching temple, she tried to pull herself together. She decided to go home first and then go to the company. She had always been a person with a strong sense of responsibility and wouldn't deliberately delay her work just because of a momentary lapse in her personal affairs.
When she drove home, she wanted to take a shower and change her clothes first.
As soon as she inserted the key into the lock, she sensed something was wrong. Her heart skipped a beat, and she stared fixedly at the key in her hand, losing focus for a second. Turning the lock, she stood quietly at the door and looked into the room warily.
"Yo! You're finally back, my dear young lady." A middle - aged woman dressed in gaudy and flamboyant clothes was sitting on her fabric sofa with one leg crossed over the other. The thick makeup on her face covered her original skin tone, and her brightly painted red lips let out a cold laugh.