Chapter 195: A Husband Who Works as a Security Guard
Chapter 195: A Husband Who Works as a Security Guard
A light purple sports car was parked downstairs of the LS Group.
As Qiao Ruyi got off the car, an unpleasant voice sounded behind her.
"I thought it was some famous socialite's daughter, but it turns out to be the famous GM plagiarized designer Qiao Ruyi."
Qiao Ruyi didn't need to look back to imagine Qin Man's sarcastic, high-tech face when she said this.
"When did you get a new car?" Qin Man walked over in her high heels. "Last time it was a Ferrari with a wrap, and this time it's some cheap, modified sports car with a wrap?"
Qin Man glanced disdainfully at the flashy sports car at the gate and sneered, "Some people really want to show off the more they lack something. Qiao Ruyi, how much does your security guard husband make in a month? Can he afford to buy you a real McLaren?"
Qiao Ruyi turned around, staring at Qin Man's delicately made-up face and smiled softly, "Qin Man, it's been a while since we last met. Why is your face swollen again? Did you get too many injections, even into your cerebral cortex?"
Qin Man hates two things being said about her the most: one is being called Vice President Qin, and the other is being told that she had plastic surgery.
But Qiao Ruyi just had to step on the two lines that she disliked the most, making her hate her to the core.
"Qiao Ruyi! What are you bragging about? How dare you come here? Now the whole group knows you plagiarized my design. When I finish this project, the whole of Beijing will soon know that a low-level designer like you got to the top by plagiarizing and using backdoors."
Qin Man was arrogant. Just this morning, her finished design had been approved.
The three-day deadline was up and she successfully stayed in the project team. She had nothing to fear anymore.
"Really?" Qiao Ruyi stepped forward in her high heels, smiled slightly, and raised her hand to adjust the silk scarf around Qin Man's neck. "Then you have to thank me very much."
Her words were ambiguous, yet filled with a sense of oppression.
Qin Man took a step back, "What do you mean by that?"
"Literally." Qiao Ruyi pointed at her silk scarf. "Qin Man, don't just spend your money on cosmetic surgery. Buy a real one. Wearing a fake one is so embarrassing."
Qin Man's face flushed with anger. "How do you know mine is fake? Your husband is just a security guard. Where does your sense of superiority come from?"
"Hello, Mr. Ling!"
At this moment, the staff's voices came in unison from the gate, interrupting the confrontation between the two.
When Qiao Ruyi heard the voice and saw who was coming, she curled the corners of her mouth slightly.
The man was dressed in a black haute couture suit, with a cold and noble temperament. Both his appearance and height made everyone unable to help but take a few more glances.
Qin Man is no exception. A man who is at the peak of money, power and appearance is what every woman yearns for.
She couldn't take her eyes off Ling Che.
It's a pity that she heard that the CEO of Ling Group is already married, but she doesn't know which family his wife is from or whether she is beautiful.
Seeing him coming over, Qiao Ruyi was afraid that he would say something he shouldn't say, so she took two steps forward and said, "Boss Ling, I'm going to give you some documents."
In Qin Man's opinion, Qiao Ruyi is shameless.
As soon as Mr. Ling came, she stuck close to him as if she was afraid that he wouldn't see her, and wanted to seduce Mr. Ling with her fox-like appearance.
"Oh?"
Ling Che curled his lips, glanced at the brown paper bag in her hand, and asked with interest, "I just heard that your husband is a security guard?"
"..."
Qiao Ruyi met his teasing eyes and hesitated to speak, "Uh..."
"Boss Ling!"
Qin Man hurried forward with a flattering smile on her face. "You don't know, this is the GM designer who originally plagiarized my design. Her husband is a security guard, but our designer Qiao thinks her husband is not presentable and never lets her husband show up in front of us."
"Really?" Ling Che didn't even look at her. He stared at Qiao Ruyi's almost uncontrollable smile and asked, "You know her well?"
"Boss Ling, we used to be colleagues at GM. Designer Qiao is notorious for her vanity," Qin Man said, feigning politeness. "It's not her fault, really. People have low self-esteem, so they always want to show off."
"GM Design Company?"
Ling Che then turned around and glanced at Qin Man, "You are GM's designer, so what are you doing here?"
Qin Man was stunned by the question for a moment. It took her two seconds to react, and she blinked her eyes, which had just been falsely eyelashed. "Boss Ling, have you forgotten? I am now an employee of our LS Group."
"Which department?"
"Manager Ye Qing is from the project team." Qin Man added, "I am the chief designer of this project team, Qin Man."
Ling Che frowned, "It's you?"
Qin Man's face lit up with joy. "Do you remember me?"
It must be that her design was so perfect that it left a deep impression on President Ling.
Ling Che glanced at her and asked, "Were you the one who made those rubbish designs before?"
Rubbish design?
"......" The smile on Qin Man's face stopped instantly.
"I think your project team has been too idle recently."
Ling Che didn't bother to look at her and chuckled, "Chief Designer, right? Let's clean the entire public toilet in the group today to find some design inspiration."
"Cleaning the public toilet?"
Qin Man thought she had heard wrongly. She was a designer, how could she do such a dirty cleaning job?
"What?" Ling Che frowned impatiently. "Your design is bad, and your ears are also deaf?"
Facing his displeased expression, Qin Man felt that saying one more word would ruin her job. She didn't dare to ask any more questions, and with a blushing face, she lowered her head, "Okay, Mr. Ling."
Ling Che took two steps and turned back to look at someone who was holding back a smile. "You, Qiao Ruyi, right?"
Qiao Ruyi tried hard to suppress her smile and met his seemingly serious expression, "Yes, Mr. Ling."
"Aren't you delivering documents? Why aren't you leaving?" Ling Che turned and raised an eyebrow at her. "How can you call it delivering documents if you don't deliver them to my office?"
Qiao Ruyi quickly followed, "Yes, yes, Mr. Ling is right."
As soon as the door of the high-rise elevator closed, Qiao Ruyi couldn't help laughing.
His whole little face was buried in the brown paper bag and his body was shaking with laughter.
"When did you get a husband who's a security guard?" Ling Che snatched the brown paper bag from her hand and looked at her brightly smiling face. "How come I didn't know?"
Qiao Ruyi couldn't stop smiling. Looking at the man's impeccable yet displeased face, she paused for a few seconds before reluctantly putting away her smile and saying, "Of course you don't know how funny it is. My simple life has been blown away by rumors."
Ling Che leaned over and looked at her teasingly, "So you let people frame your husband like this?"
Patting his back like she was coaxing a child, Qiao Ruyi suppressed a smile and said, "Don't be angry, just treat it as fun."
Ling Che snorted softly, "That's going to require some compensation."
"what?"
Ling Che raised the corner of his lips into an evil smile and kissed Qiao Ruyi on the corner of her mouth.
Just when I tasted the sweetness and was about to go deeper, I was gently pushed away.
Qiao Ruyi put away the smile on her face and said, "Let's get back to the topic. I have something to ask you."
Ling Che raised his eyebrows impatiently, "What could be more important than kissing you?"
Qiao Ruyi pointed at the brown paper bag he had taken away and asked, "What is this?"
"you have seen?"
"Yeah." Qiao Ruyi nodded frankly.
The elevator door reached the top floor, opened, and Ling Che walked out.
He weighed the documents in his hand and said with disdain, "Song Yanzhi is so lazy. He didn't even bother making the trip himself but had to go through you."
After entering the office, Qiao Ruyi closed the door tightly.
"So, your uncle Zhuang Ce is really transferring his assets?"
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