Chapter 3204
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The two of them had just returned to the entrance of the club when Shen Jiannan's phone rang. It was President Luo.
She gestured for An Yinger to go back first and picked it up.
"Where are you?" President Luo's cold voice came through the phone as soon as the call was connected.
Shen Jiannan walked to a secluded place and answered softly, "I … went home."
"What?" President Luo raised his voice and reprimanded her, "Everyone is working overtime at the company. Why did you go home without saying goodbye?"
Shen Jiannan quickly explained, "I asked for leave from Chief Editor Liu. I also sent today's press release and photos to Chief Editor Liu …"
"Why didn't Old Liu tell me?" On the other end of the line, Law Chenghui paused and lowered his voice, but he still ordered, "Come here right now, or I'll deduct your salary!"
With that, he hung up without giving Shen Jiannan a chance to speak.
What a bastard!
Shen Jiannan secretly complained. He didn't give her overtime pay, but he was still so righteous. That was enough!
But he was the boss who paid her. She was still hoping to get a raise if she performed well this time.
Otherwise, five thousand a month would be just enough for compensation and Shen Jiabei's living expenses. She couldn't live on the northwest wind, could she?
Shen Jiannan glanced at the time. It was almost seven o 'clock. Young Master Ji would probably let her go, right?
She quickly walked back, pushed open the door, and saw Young Master Ji.
The banquet had been dismissed and replaced with drinks. Everyone stood in twos and threes and chatted, and the atmosphere was relaxed and cheerful.
Young Master Ji stood in the crowd, dressed in a tailored white shirt and black trousers. He talked and laughed freely, like an extraordinary emperor.
Shen Jiannan was about to "ask for leave" when she saw an indescribable scene from the corner of her eye.
In a relatively inconspicuous corner, An Yinger and a rich middle-aged man had their arms around each other's waist and were chatting.
The man looked like he had drunk too much. His face was red and his neck was thick. He brazenly moved his mouth closer to An Yinger's face.
His hands were also extremely naughty as they caressed An Yinger's waist up and down, causing An Yinger to giggle.
An Yinger didn't seem to resist. Instead, she leaned against the man as if she was drunk and couldn't stand steadily.
This was a super big melon!
A trending topic popped up in Shen Jiannan's mind. "# An Yinger meets a rich man in the middle of the night, acting intimately."
She had just been involved in a scandal with the popular young man, Qi Luo. If this rumor were to be exposed, An Yinger would definitely become famous!
Out of professional sensitivity, she immediately picked up her phone, grabbed a photo, and quickly put it away.
Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards Young Master Ji as if nothing had happened.
"What took you so long?" Ji Ze saw Shen Jiannan slowly walking over, his eyes looking at her gently.
Shen Jiannan Weiwei smiled and played along with his act. "Ze, I'm not feeling well. I want to rest early."
In public, with so many people around, as a gentleman, Young Master Ji would not reject "Su Ruoyi"!
As expected, Young Master Ji passed the wine glass to the waiter and said to Qin Qi who was behind him, "Ruoyi and I will go back first. I'll leave everything here to you."
"Yes, Young Master Ji," Qin Qi responded and nodded politely at Shen Jiannan. "Miss Ruoyi, goodbye."
Shen Jiannan also nodded and said, "Goodbye."
Although she didn't know Qin Qi, she guessed that he should be Young Master Ji's assistant. Did he know her identity?
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