booktalesy Chapter 175 Random Thoughts
Chapter 175 Random Thoughts
Faced with this empty longing, Rong Qing'e began to let her mind wander.
Did I not perform well enough that day?
Is it that his own body no longer holds any appeal for him?
Or is it that... he has a new woman by his side, younger, prettier, and more pleasing to him than she was?
All sorts of thoughts gnawed at her heart like venomous snakes, making her restless and uneasy.
She even had an impulse to call him and ask him what she had done wrong.
But she dared not.
She was afraid of hearing the man's impatient voice, afraid he would ask her, "Who are you?"
That would completely break her down.
So, she could only wait.
Like a cat that's been kept at home, waiting for its owner's brief moment of pity when the owner comes home from get off work.
I waited silently, enduring the torment.
He even lost interest in his work.
They can only numb themselves and get into a working state by thinking that they are working for their master.
Just as she was about to be consumed by this boundless anxiety, her cell phone on her desk suddenly and violently vibrated without warning.
On the screen, a name flashed that sent chills down her spine.
Ning Xiuyang
It's him!
It's the owner's phone call!
Rong Qing'e's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost leaping out of her throat!
With trembling hands, she almost lunged forward and grabbed the phone.
The three words on the screen seemed to carry a scorching heat, making her fingertips go numb.
She took a deep breath, then another, trying to calm her wildly beating heart, and then pressed the answer button.
She held the phone tightly to her ear, so nervous that she forgot to breathe.
"Feed..."
On the other end of the phone came Ning Xiuyang's familiar yet somewhat languid voice.
Just one word was enough to make Rong Qing'e's body go limp instantly.
"Mr. Ning... President Ning."
She tried to make her voice sound calm and professional, but the undisguised trembling still betrayed her inner turmoil.
"Still at the company?" Ning Xiuyang asked casually.
"Yes...yes, President Ning, I'm still handling some work," Rong Qing'e quickly replied, adopting an extremely humble posture.
"Um."
Ning Xiuyang responded and then got straight to the point: "You know about that 'New Chinese Style Ceremony' on Douyin recently, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Ning."
Rong Qing'e immediately perked up and switched to work mode, reporting to her supervisor: "Regarding this traditional Chinese style competition, the company has made preliminary arrangements. We have selected several promising traditional Chinese style live streamers to promote."
"Among our top streamers, the one with the ID 'Yalin Can't Play with Dumbbells' is actually named Qiao Yaling. She is a well-known Chinese-style internet celebrity singer with millions of followers on Douyin and is one of the favorites to win this time."
"In addition, the company recently signed a new artist, Ms. Zhao Yihuan. We plan to give her her first appearance in this New Chinese Style Competition. As her comeback, the company will invest a lot of resources to try to get her into the top three."
"Besides these, there are several other second- and third-tier streamers, and the company has corresponding resource support plans for them. However, who will ultimately get a ranking depends on their individual performance and the support of their fans. Our goal is to secure a top-three finish and strive for first place; at least one of them must take a top-three spot."
Rong Qing'e's business skills are indeed outstanding. In just a few words, she laid out the company's plan in a clear, organized, and focused manner.
After listening, Ning Xiuyang on the other end of the phone simply hummed in agreement.
That "hmm" made Rong Qing'e's heart leap into her throat again.
This is... not satisfactory?
Is it because they feel the company's investment is insufficient? Or do they think there's a problem with the candidate?
As she anxiously speculated, Ning Xiuyang's voice rang out again, calm yet carrying an unquestionable command.
"You should come to the First Municipal Hospital after get off work now."
Hospital?
Rong Qing'e was stunned.
"Mr. Ning, what... what are you doing in the hospital?"
Her first thought was that Ning Xiuyang was sick.
An overwhelming sense of worry and anxiety instantly gripped her heart.
"Just come when I tell you to. Why all the nonsense?"
Ning Xiuyang's tone carried a hint of impatience.
"Yes, yes! I'll be right there!"
Startled by the rebuke, Rong Qing'e dared not ask another question and responded repeatedly.
She didn't even have time to think about why her master would send her to the hospital, or whether there was someone else with him.
My mind was filled with only one thought.
The master is sick.
He needs me!
After hanging up the phone, Rong Qing'e practically tumbled out of the office.
She didn't even have time to grab her bag or greet her subordinates who were still working overtime. She rushed towards the elevator in her high heels.
In the elevator, looking at her own face in the mirror, which was slightly pale from anxiety, Rong Qing'e had only one thought in her mind.
Hurry up!
Faster!
Don't keep your owner waiting!
……
In the ward.
Ning Xiuyang hung up the phone, a playful smile on his face.
He could clearly feel Rong Qing'e's heartfelt tension and concern over the phone.
It seems that the neglect over the past two days has been quite effective.
Proper beating and drying are indeed the best ways to train these women.
He casually tossed his phone onto the bedside table, and as he turned his head, he met a pair of bright, sparkling eyes filled with curiosity and admiration.
Tang Wei had woken up at some point and was lying on her side, staring at him intently.
She saw him making the phone call just now.
That commanding and authoritative demeanor, that authoritative tone that left no room for doubt in his subordinates…
He's really...so handsome!
He's more than ten thousand times better than Li Mingfeng, who only knows how to play games and sponge off his parents!
This is a real man!
"elder brother……"
Tang Wei spoke softly, her voice gentle and sweet.
"woke up?"
Ning Xiuyang smiled and patted her head, his voice gentle, a stark contrast to his domineering tone when he was on the phone earlier.
"Um."
Tang Wei nodded, her face slightly flushed, her eyes darting around, and she said softly, "Brother, if you... if you're busy with work, go ahead and do your work. Don't worry about me."
She paused, then added.
"I can manage on my own."
"Can one person do it?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Xiuyang raised an eyebrow, and the smile on his face became somewhat amused.
He reached out and gently pinched Tang Wei's delicate chin, forcing her to raise her head and look him in the eye.
The girl's eyes were somewhat flustered, like a startled fawn, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly, and her cheeks flushed with a charming blush of shyness.
"Silly boy."
Ning Xiuyang's voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of indulgent reproach.
"You are a patient now, do you understand?"
His thumb gently caressed the girl's smooth chin, feeling the delicate touch.
"Your biggest task right now is to rest well and get your body back in shape."
He moved closer and could almost smell the girl's faint fragrance mixed with the smell of disinfectant.
As for work...
He chuckled softly, his tone filled with absolute confidence and domineering.
"It can be dealt with anytime."
"But you," he said, staring into Tang Wei's eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "are the most important thing to your brother right now."