Chapter Ninety-One: What Kind of Breed Is This?

Upon hearing the voice, several employees nearly had a heart attack. Their heads turned, machine-like, in slow unison, and when they saw that breathtakingly beautiful face, they offered embarrassed smiles.

"President Shen, you’re here."

Seeing how tense they all looked, Shen Qingli couldn’t help but smile. Then she spoke, "Alright, don’t slack off during work hours. Get back to your tasks. Save your gossiping for after work."

The employees hastily agreed, nudging one another as they hurried back to their posts.

But unexpectedly, one of them mustered up the courage to ask, "President Shen, is it true that Rong Qiaoyi really came between you and President Xie?"

Faced with several pairs of curious eyes, Shen Qingli found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Did it count, or didn’t it?

She’d divorced Xie Jinchuan because of Ye Qingqing, but whether Ye Qingqing was brought in by Rong Qiaoyi was still under investigation.

"I don’t know. I’ll tell you all when I find out."

Not sure yet? The group looked at one another as if they’d just uncovered a major piece of gossip.

Shen Qingli paid them no further mind. She herself wasn’t entirely clear about everything that had happened between her and Xie Jinchuan. But now that things had come to this, she could only take things one step at a time.

[Host, I feel there’s more to this than meets the eye. Perhaps the immortal really is hiding something unspeakable.]

Hearing Shen Qingli’s inner thoughts, Green Cilantro sensed the time had come to be useful, and so she quickly popped up.

"You’ve been speaking on his behalf rather a lot lately, haven’t you?"

At those words, Green Cilantro instantly felt a sense of impending doom and tried to play dumb: [Host, you’re overthinking. I’m just being objective, truly objective.]

Setting the press release aside, Shen Qingli spoke calmly, "Do you remember what I told you before? If you tell Xie Jinchuan anything about me again, I won’t go easy on you."

Green Cilantro trembled, immediately declaring her loyalty.

The words echoing in her mind brought a smile to Shen Qingli’s lips. "Alright, alright, I know you’re loyal."

"I have work to do. Be quiet."

Green Cilantro instantly fell silent, retreating into her own little world to draw circles in the air in frustration.

Life is tough, Cilantro sighed.

Focusing, Shen Qingli began correcting the documents before her with such concentration that the employees outside, seeing her so absorbed, couldn’t help but be infected by her mood and threw themselves into their work as well.

Meanwhile, after a night of mounting online uproar, Rong Qiaoyi had soared straight to the top of the trending blacklists.

"What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you to get the trending searches down? What have you all been doing? Why is this getting worse and worse?"

In the conference room, the woman’s face was twisted with fury.

She had never imagined she would be berated online over something so trivial and sordid.

"President Qiao, it’s not that we didn’t try, but the public opinion is just too strong to suppress," said the PR manager indifferently. He had once been a fan of Rong Qiaoyi, but after learning what had happened the previous night, he found her uglier every time he looked at her.

A homewrecker who dared to utter such disgusting words and insult the original wife—no one with a shred of empathy could like her now.

"That’s right, President Qiao, it’s not that we don’t want to help, but perhaps if you said something yourself…"

Everyone in the room was talking at once, but none could offer a real solution.

"President Qiao, it’s not that we don’t want to help, but there’s really nothing more we can do. Perhaps you should think of a plan yourself. We’ll do our best to manage the public opinion."

The PR manager forced a smile, but disdain flashed in his eyes.

Of course Rong Qiaoyi noticed their attitude, but at this point, she couldn’t very well use magic to wipe everyone’s memory. Her only option now was to speak up herself and try to quell the uproar.

"Call a press conference immediately!"

She threw out the command coldly, her face dark as she strode from the room.

The people left behind looked at her arrogance with nothing but contempt.

"I bet she really is the other woman," one muttered.

"President Xie couldn’t stand her either. She must have interfered somehow. Who knows what she did!"

"I think so too. Did you see her just now? She was green in the face."

Rong Qiaoyi’s hearing was, of course, extraordinary, and her face turned even darker.

"What are you all still yammering about? Get moving!"

She snapped, and the room emptied in a flash as everyone scurried to prepare for the press conference.

In the office, Ye Qingqing sat cross-legged, her brow furrowed, looking as imperious as a lord.

When Rong Qiaoyi walked in, Ye Qingqing’s face soured. "What’s going on online? My own reputation is being dragged down too! The deal I brokered yesterday with Sky Entertainment’s president is now at risk!"

Rong Qiaoyi, already in a foul mood, was met with a barrage of complaints the moment she entered, making her even more irritable.

With a wave of her slender hand, she seized Ye Qingqing by the throat, her expression menacing.

"If you dare speak to me in that tone again, you know what will happen!"

Ye Qingqing felt the suffocating pressure close in and quickly begged for mercy. "I know I was wrong. I won’t do it again."

Seeing Ye Qingqing’s now ashen face, Rong Qiaoyi let out a cold laugh and flung her aside.

"You’d better remember your place. If I could bring you out, I can send you back just as easily!"

Ye Qingqing collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, terror and resentment flickering in her eyes.

"I understand," she said after a moment, looking up at Rong Qiaoyi’s stormy face. "But with what’s happening online, this will surely affect the company. What are you going to do?"

Thinking of the comments flooding the internet, a vicious glint flashed in Rong Qiaoyi’s eyes—she wanted nothing more than to rip those people’s mouths apart.

"I’ve already arranged a press conference and invited Shen Qingli. I doubt she’ll refuse to show me this courtesy."

At those words, Ye Qingqing suppressed a sneer. Knowing Shen Qingli, she would never do Rong Qiaoyi such a favor.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingli, having just finished her paperwork, leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed to rest.

At the sound of a knock, she said calmly, "Come in."

Dong Yang entered, eyeing Shen Qingli’s relaxed posture and hesitating as he held the invitation in his hand.

"President Shen, Rong Qiaoyi is holding a press conference to clear her name and sent you an invitation, asking you to attend."

"Oh?"

An invitation?

Shen Qingli couldn’t help but laugh as she took the so-called invitation and glanced at it.

Written inside was an unmistakable threat—she was required to attend, or there would be consequences.

"Threatening me, hmm? That makes me even less inclined to go."

With a cold expression, she tore the invitation to pieces and looked at Dong Yang. "Here’s what you’ll do: five minutes after the press conference starts, post on Weibo…"

Hearing President Shen’s instructions, Dong Yang’s mouth twitched.

"Go ahead, just as I’ve said."

Shen Qingli smiled radiantly, glanced at the time, and remembered she had a meeting with a director.

"Time to socialize," she said, leaving with a spring in her step, causing Dong Yang to sigh. Thinking over what she’d just said, he rubbed his forehead.

If that post went live, who knew what kind of commotion it would cause?

With a sigh, he nonetheless scheduled the Weibo post as instructed.

On the other side, Rong Qiaoyi sat stone-faced before the crowd of reporters. Seeing the empty seat beside her, she forced herself to maintain her composure.

"Let’s begin," she said.

The reporters surged forward, and Rong Qiaoyi was forced to answer them one by one, all the while hinting at her close relationship with Xie Jinchuan.