Chapter 449: Feng Peizhi is Done, and the Big Bosses All Spoke Out (2)

Translator: _Min

Manager Luo’s face darkened with resolve. “I don’t care about the other issues. She can terminate her contract,” he declared. “But we absolutely cannot give up the 1.8 billion.”

To do so would turn Tianle Media into a laughingstock.

Meanwhile, Si Fuqing kept a vigilant eye on the online public opinion.

A knock sounded at the door.

She turned to see Yu Xiheng standing there, dressed in his deep gray suit, his tall figure casting a half-shadow in the sunlight, giving him a look of profound depth, as tranquil as a gentle breeze.

His light amber eyes, warm and calm, hid unfathomable depths, his gaze upon her steady and strong.

He nodded slightly, offering, “Need any help?”

“No, I can handle the rest,” Si Fuqing waved him off, “Xingting is all thanks to you, boss. You’ve already helped me a lot.” you, DOSS. you’ve alreaay nelpea me a lot.”

Then, as a good employee concerned for her employer, she asked, “Boss, does your back still hurt?”

Yu Xiheng responded indifferently, his expression unchanging, “Need to check

He began to move forward, reaching to unbutton his suit, his back almost revealed to her again in an instant.

Si Fuqing quickly stopped him, “No need, my medical skills are quite proficient; you must be fine by now.”

She wished she could go back to yesterday and chop off her hands.

Yu Xiheng dropped his hands, suddenly asking, “So, did it feel good?”

“Of course, it’s not just any—I‘ Si Fuqing’s words halted, her expression blank.

Her fists clenched subconsciously.

What was she even saying?

No, it was this cunning boss trying to trap her in her words!

Sure enough, the heart ofa boss is dark!

Si Fuqing glared at Yu Xiheng.

He looked back at her, smiling slightly, still unfazed.

A few seconds later, Si Fuqing, holding her laptop, decided that retreat was the best strategy, “I have a lunch appointment with Ningning. I’m off!”

She left too quickly for Feng San to even try to stop her.

Seeing Yu Xiheng still leaning by the door, Feng San was puzzled, “Brother

Nine, it’s noon. Isn’t Miss Si going to eat?”

Yu Xiheng’s slender fingers flicked off some dust from his suit, his voice even,

“She’s meeting her girlfriend.”

Feng San nodded in understanding.

As someone who often infiltrated among the Mousses as an undercover, he was well aware of Miss Si’s “flirtatious” behavior.

Si Fuqing and Jiang Changning met by the seaside.

Jiang Changning studied Si Fuqing’s face carefully, “Are you too hot? Your face looks a bit red.”

“Is it? I’m fine. Oh, I have a serious question,” Si Fuqing pondered before asking, “A friend of mine touched her boss. What should she do?” Jiang Changning replied, “Don’t create imaginary friends.”

“Okay, I admit it’s me,” Si Fuqing sighed, “I was just checking the feel, nothing more. How could I, a hardworking and outstanding employee, have any other thoughts about my boss?”

After listening to her, Jiang Changning nodded, “Your boss doesn’t mind, so why should you?”

“That’s true,” Si Fuqing propped her chin, “Not only does he not mind, he even seriously asked if it felt good. Seems like I need to thicken my skin.”

The sea breeze was refreshing, and the sun was warm.

There was the sound of cheerful footsteps

Si Fuqing turned to see.

“Sister! Sister!” A little girl ran over, holding a freshly made flower crown, “Thank you for saving my dad. This is for you.”

A woman hurriedly picked up the girl, “Miss Si, I’m sorry for the disturbance.”

“It’s fine. I’m off today, not filming,” Si Fuqing patted the little girl’s head,

“Thank you, I like it.”

The woman sighed in relief, “I’m glad you like it.”

“Sister, you’re so pretty,” the little girl’s eyes sparkled, “You’ll definitely become famous!”

“Hmm?” Si Fuqing smiled, “Then shall I borrow your good luck?” A freelance photographer at the beach captured the moment.

“Not even sparing children,” Jiang Changning shook her head, “Flirt.”

“How is being pretty related to being a flirt?” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “I’m sincere with everyone.”

Her phone rang at that moment.

Jiang Changning, unable to argue, sighed, “Answer your call.”

Si Fuqing picked up.

“Miss Si, I’ve arrived at Tianle Media’s headquarters,” Ling Feng said, “But it seems they still think they can struggle..”