Yu Ze’s question made Jiang Ziyu realize her state was not right. Taking a deep breath, she looked up and patted her cheeks, “The weather is too hot, let’s hurry to see Qianqian and Xiao Ran.”
“Okay.” Yu Ze’s attention was diverted.
…
Di Jue Group.
Ever since Di Mingjue returned to work, the atmosphere in the company had become solemn.
Shen Lin helped Di Mingjue into the elevator, and the two took the president’s private elevator to the office.
“President Di, I’ve investigated what you asked me to look into,” Shen Lin said.
After leaving the Di residence last night, he had stayed up all night investigating the relationship between Jiang Ziyu and Sheng Yan.
“Speak.”
“Madam was his former lover.” Shen Lin paused, observing his expression, and continued, “When the two were about to get married, Sheng Yan cheated with Jiang Feifei, Madam’s sister.”
So that was why she didn’t recognize him?
Good, Jiang Ziyu, she actually took him for a fool!
Di Mingjue clenched the pen in his hand, the pen trembling as if it would be snapped at any moment.
“President Di, should I continue the investigation?” Shen Lin asked.
*Bang!*
Di Mingjue slammed the pen down on the desk, saying with a cold, sarcastic tone, “What else is there to investigate? How long were they together? Did they have any intimate relations?”
His words left Shen Lin bewildered. He had intended to investigate if there was anything else they didn’t know about Jiang Ziyu, not such private matters.
After speaking, Di Mingjue, who had regained his composure, realized the explicit nature of his words. He casually picked up a file and threw it in front of Shen Lin.
“Read it.”
“Okay.”
Time ticked by, and Shen Lin’s voice began to grow hoarse. He subtly glanced at the clock on the wall, struggling with hesitation.
“Continue!”
Before Shen Lin could utter another word, Di Mingjue impatiently urged him on.
From morning till noon, Shen Lin hadn’t had a single drink of water. The files he had processed were usually enough for a day’s work, but today Di Mingjue seemed to be in a frenzy, completing a day’s worth of tasks in just one morning.
“President Di, you should have lunch,” Shen Lin finally spoke up to remind him.
He had only recently recovered. While he was eager to understand everything that had happened at Di Jue Group in the past three years, he shouldn’t be so rushed.
Di Mingjue realized Shen Lin had been busy all morning. He put down his pen and said, “You can go and rest.”
“What does President Di want to eat? I’ll go buy it.”
“No need, you go and rest.”
Shen Lin was forced to leave the office. Turning back, he looked through the gap in the curtains at Di Mingjue, who was still trying to process documents.
He hadn’t been this anxious in the past few days. What was wrong with him today?
Shen Lin’s confusion led him to connect Di Mingjue’s unusual behavior to Jiang Ziyu.
She looked so much like that woman from years ago. Could it be that she really was!
Thinking this, Shen Lin shook his head again. Jiang Ziyu was the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. Even at her worst, she wouldn’t be so destitute that she would need to be a surrogate for someone.
He shook his head and entered the elevator.
Downstairs, Jiang Feifei appeared in the lobby, dressed in professional attire.
As the elevator door opened, Shen Lin happened to brush past her.
Perfect timing!
Jiang Feifei looked at the empty elevator and stepped inside. Seeing her so boldly take President Di Mingjue’s private elevator, the people around her widened their eyes in surprise.
Privately, they whispered and wondered about Jiang Feifei’s identity.
There was only one button in the elevator, which would take one directly to the president’s office on the top floor.
*Ding~*
The elevator arrived at the top floor.
With Shen Lin gone and Jiang Ziyu not present, Di Mingjue was the only person on the entire floor.
Jiang Feifei’s heart pounded, and she nervously searched for Di Mingjue’s office.
Ever since she saw a sober Di Mingjue at the banquet, she had been filled with regret and remorse. Seeing him later dote on Jiang Ziyu, whom he had never met, she became even more consumed by jealousy.
If Jiang Ziyu could receive favoritism even when he couldn’t see, why couldn’t she?