CIATB Chapter 137 Taking Advantage of Furniture
Chapter 137 Taking Advantage of Furniture
Rong Qing'e sat on the cold floor, hugging her knees, her phone clutched in her hand, the screen flickering, reflecting her conflicted, struggling, and on the verge of collapse face.
To lend or not to lend?
On one side is an abyss of no return, and on the other is a lifeline on the edge of a cliff, but this lifeline could also be a hand that pushes her off the cliff.
Time passed second by second, and the clock on the wall ticked away, each tick like a blow to her heart.
One o'clock in the morning.
Rong Qing'e suddenly stood up. She walked back to the mirror and looked at her disheveled reflection.
She suddenly laughed, a laugh that looked more like a grimace than a cry.
Now that things have come to this, what dignity does she have left? What way out does she have?
Let's take a gamble.
She made up her mind, and the determination that life had worn away in her eyes miraculously returned.
She found the company's senior management contact list that she had saved on her phone during the day.
The name and number at the top of the list now seemed to carry both a deadly allure and a devastating danger.
Chairman: Ning Xiuyang
She took a deep breath, then another, and practiced her opening remarks in front of the mirror over and over again.
"Hello Chairman Ning, I'm so sorry to bother you so late..."
"Chairman Ning, this is Rong Qing'e. I... I've run into a little trouble and I'd like to... borrow some money from you..."
"Chairman Ning..."
No, absolutely not! It's too humiliating, too blunt!
Frustrated, she grabbed her hair and finally gave up on all her plans.
Let fate decide.
With trembling fingertips, she pressed down heavily on the string of numbers.
The beeping sound of the phone connecting was amplified infinitely in the deathly silent room, each beep seeming to pronounce a verdict on her fate.
Just as she was so nervous she felt like she was suffocating and was about to hang up the phone...
The call was answered.
"Feed?"
A slightly languid yet still clear and magnetic male voice came through the receiver, instantly shattering all of Rong Qing'e's psychological defenses.
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At one o'clock in the morning, the air in the bedroom was filled with a sweet fragrance and a lazy atmosphere resulting from the interplay of hormones.
Ning Xiuyang leaned against the soft headboard, and in his arms, Wu Xingyao, like a docile cat, had already fallen into a deep sleep. Her even breathing gently brushed against his chest, and her long eyelashes cast small fan-like shadows under her eyes.
At the foot of the bed, Han Yunmei was lying quietly in a position that required extreme flexibility.
She supported her body with her elbows and forearms, and the tablet was firmly placed between her back and the back of her neck, forming a perfect support.
The modified silk nightgown clung tightly to her body in this position, outlining her amazing waist-to-hip ratio, honed through years of yoga practice, into a breathtaking curve.
This is one of her new job duties as a "life secretary".
She is a housekeeper, a maid, and also... a handy piece of furniture.
Ning Xiuyang was very satisfied with this.
He had one arm around Wu Xingyao, while the fingers of his other hand swiped casually across the tablet screen.
In fact, he did not ask Han Yunmei to do so.
After all, she was just a personal secretary.
But Han Yunmei seemed to have tasted the sweetness and took the initiative to make such a request. Since that was the case, Ning Xiuyang, as a man, naturally wanted to try things out in the entertainment circle as well.
The screen displays the Douyin live stream interface.
A female streamer on Douyin named "Tongtong Guaiguai" is having a fierce PK with another female streamer who is heavily made up.
"Tong Tong Guai Guai" naturally refers to Tong Anjin.
At this moment, she was clearly dressed up carefully. A simple white knitted sweater perfectly accentuated her stunning figure, and her face was adorned with delicate makeup, which added a touch of mature womanly charm to her already beautiful face.
"Thank you so much, Brother Yang Dingtian, for the carnival! Thank you so much, Brother Yang!"
On the screen, a "Carnival" special effect worth three thousand yuan just exploded, and Tong Anjin's PK bar instantly surpassed the opponent's by a large margin.
She clasped her hands together and gave the camera a grateful yet slightly reserved smile.
The comment section instantly erupted.
"Yang Shen is awesome! He explodes at the drop of a hat!"
"Hahaha, the opposing streamer's face turned green. He still wants to steal the tower?"
"Is this the power of a super-rich person? I'm in love!"
"Tong Ma looks so beautiful today! Yang Shen has such good taste!"
Ning Xiuyang looked at the woman on the screen who was overjoyed and grateful for his tip, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.
He enjoyed the feeling.
She uses money to easily control a person's emotions, becoming the supreme "god" in her live stream.
This sense of control, which is invisible and intangible yet undeniably real, is a different kind of imperial enjoyment.
Every now and then, he would casually send out a Carnival, just enough to keep Tong Anjin's votes at a level that allowed her to win easily without being too over-the-top and attracting excessive attention from the platform.
Just then, Ning Xiuyang noticed that after thanking everyone for the gifts, Tong Anjin's expression suddenly stiffened, and her gaze drifted out of the camera's view, as if something unexpected had happened.
Immediately, she smiled apologetically at the camera and said softly, "Family, please wait a moment. I have something to take care of here. I'll have Tongtong come over and chat with you all."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zheng Tongtong's youthful and beautiful face appeared in the camera, taking over her mother's place.
Ning Xiuyang raised an eyebrow, somewhat curious about what had happened to Tong Anjin.
However, he didn't think much of it; perhaps he was just going to the restroom.
Just as he was about to switch to another live stream to watch something else, a video call request suddenly popped up on his phone's WeChat interface, clearly displayed at the top of the screen.
Caller ID: [General Manager - Rong Qing'e].
Ning Xiuyang was somewhat surprised. He glanced at the time: 1:13 AM.
At this time, his subordinate, a female general manager whom he had only met for the first time that day, was making a video call to him.
Has she perhaps come to terms with it?
interesting.
He answered the call.
The video footage shook a few times before stabilizing.
A pretty face, fresh and charming yet filled with grievance and helplessness, appeared on the screen.
Rong Qing'e seemed to have just finished bathing; her long, wet hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and water droplets slid down the graceful curve of her neck, disappearing into the lace edge of her nightgown.
She was wearing a black silk slip dress, the fabric of which made her skin appear even more fair and smooth, exuding a unique charm and allure of a mature young woman.
However, her beautiful eyes were swollen and red, clearly from crying. She was biting her lower lip tightly, staring at Ning Xiuyang on the screen, looking like a small animal cornered on the edge of a cliff with no way out.
"Chairwoman Ning..." Her voice, thick with nasal tone and trembling slightly, was exceptionally clear in the quiet night.