From Rejected Fake Heiress to Desired True Love
Chapter 204: Could it be Sister Qiaoqiao’s Vest?

Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Could it be Sister Qiaoqiao’s Vest?

Rong Miao revised the music according to Nan Qiao’s suggestions, humming as she worked, and then, she stopped in her tracks.

Rong Yan: "??"

Has she lost her mind?

Rong Yan: "Miaomiao, what’s wrong with you? Why have you suddenly stopped talking?"

Rong Miao suddenly burst into laughter, overwhelmed with excitement.

"Brother, Sister Qiaoqiao is really amazing! The suggestions she sent me—after I revised the composition, it’s totally different than before!"

Rong Yan: "You mean these are suggestions from Qiaoqiao? Didn’t she say she would send them to a friend?"

Rong Miao: "Brother, your mind is so simple. We often say, ’I have a friend who has encountered some trouble.’ It’s not really about a friend—it’s about ourselves. So, I guess, it wasn’t Qiaoqiao’s friend, but Qiaoqiao herself who knows composition!"

Rong Yan was full of question marks; how had he not noticed?

"Think about it; in such a short time, Sister Qiaoqiao was able to give me advice. If she had to ask a friend, wouldn’t she have to make a phone call? And what if she couldn’t get through, or her friend was busy?"

Rong Yan had a sudden revelation and also felt that this person might actually be Nan Qiao herself.

"However, even though there’s a high chance it’s Sister Qiaoqiao herself, I won’t ask. If Sister Qiaoqiao doesn’t want to say, none of us should ask her, got it? If Sister Qiaoqiao’s alternate identity was accidentally revealed, she definitely wouldn’t want us to know."

Rong Miao gave the instruction solemnly, and Rong Yan nodded in agreement.

Rong Miao returned to her room joyfully. She had to study hard and live up to Nan Qiao’s expectations!

...

The next morning.

Bai Zhenyang got up at six o’clock, wanting to explain to Nan Qiao and apologize, but Liu Feng told him that Nan Qiao had left at five-thirty.

"Qiaoqiao left at five-thirty? So early? Has she eaten?"

Liu Feng: "The young miss said she had a lot of things to deal with and didn’t eat at home. She went out to buy some food to fill her stomach."

Bai Zhenyang: "..."

He felt ashamed.

Bai Zhenyang called Nan Qiao, and she picked up quickly.

"Qiaoqiao, why did you leave so early? Dad wanted to apologize to you. It was my presumption, without your consent, that I sent someone to help you for two days. I’ll have him come back right away; he doesn’t need to go to your company anymore."

Nan Qiao wasn’t angry; she knew Bai Zhenyang was concerned about her and worried for her.

"Don’t let him come back for now. I’ve just returned to the company, and I still need to ask him about recent company matters. Once everything here is settled, then he can return."

Whether he could return would be another matter entirely.

Nan Qiao then asked, "You didn’t tell him my identity, did you?"

"Qiaoqiao, I really didn’t say anything. You didn’t want us to reveal your identity, so I didn’t utter a word," Bai Zhenyang hurriedly explained.

Nan Qiao sighed in relief: "Okay, I need to get busy now. Dad, goodbye."

Nan Qiao hung up the phone, pulled out something from her bag, and walked into Gao Yuan’s office.

After a short while, Nan Qiao came out and returned to her own office.

Just as she sat down and turned on her computer, both Fu Xingyao and Rong Yan arrived.

Nan Qiao, taken aback and pleasantly surprised, looked up at the sound of footsteps.

"Why are you here so early? It’s only six-ten."

Rong Yan, holding a bag of breakfast: "Mr. Qiao, I was afraid you’d be hungry, so I brought breakfast."

Fu Xingyao’s face still showed signs of injury; he grinned, wincing: "Mr. Qiao, I’ve compiled all the things Gao Yuan has been working on these days; it’s all here."

Nan Qiao: "You better not smile; aren’t you afraid your wound will hurt?"

Fu Xingyao stopped smiling; his mouth did indeed hurt.

Rong Yan then took out a pot of tea from his bag: "Miaomiao was so worried this pot of tea might spill, she made me come by taxi."

Rong Yan laughed: "Miaomiao cares about you more than she does about me, her big brother."

"Thank you," Nan Qiao said, without any pretense.

Fu Xingyao said, "Mr. Qiao, I’m going to head out to work now."

Rong Yan, "I’ve recently drawn several design sketches, Mr. Qiao, please have a look for me."

The designs Rong Yan passed to Gao Yuan were all hastily drawn to get by, not genuine at all.

Nan Qiao, holding the design sketches, nodded appreciatively, "You have a real talent for design. Two of them need some changes, this one here on the design, change the long dress to a short one, this piece change the cuffs to a feather-styled bubble sleeve."

Rong Yan’s eyes lit up, "Truly, Mr. Qiao, you’ve hit the nail on the head with your critical insight, I will immediately go and make the changes."

Rong Yan was full of energy, working with Nan Qiao always brought clarity to his life direction and an inexhaustible drive.

Returning to his desk, Rong Yan hurried to make the changes while everyone else had yet to arrive at work, so no one would criticize his designs.

...

At nine o’clock, all colleagues had arrived at work, except for Gao Yuan who was still absent.

Upon learning that Nan Qiao was back at the office, everyone was on edge, unsure whether she or Gao Yuan would come out on top.

At ten o’clock, Gao Yuan arrived late.

Fu Xingyao walked in front of Gao Yuan, blocking his path, "Mr. Qiao wants you to stop by."

The haughty Fu Xingyao caused Gao Yuan to narrow his eyes.

"Secretary Fu, you’ve recovered from your injury? Able to come to work? If anything happens and it gets worse, you won’t be thinking of blaming the company, would you?"

Fu Xingyao gave a cold laugh, "Manager Gao, rest assured, I haven’t blamed you for anything, what are you afraid of? The company is Mr. Qiao’s responsibility, not yours."

Gao Yuan was furious, walking past Fu Xingyao and into Nan Qiao’s office.

Gao Yuan knocked on the door, and before Nan Qiao could even speak, he stepped inside.

"Mr. Qiao, how can you allow Fu Xingyao to continue working? He’s still injured; if his condition worsens at the office, who’ll take the blame for the company?"

"Manager Gao, the matter concerning Secretary Fu is my decision to make, not yours to worry about."

Gao Yuan sat down, facing Nan Qiao across the office desk.

Dialing back his anger, Gao Yuan showed a smile, "As you said, Mr. Qiao, if Secretary Fu has a mishap, surely you’ll take responsibility. But if it damages the company’s image, then it would be a loss indeed."

Nan Qiao, "Manager Gao, did the headquarters send you here to take over the management of the company?"

Gao Yuan, "..."

Such a young girl, her tone is too harsh!

Gao Yuan said, "Although I’m not the president of the company, my assignment here is to assist the company. My intentions are all for the company’s best interest."

Nan Qiao, "Oh."

Gao Yuan, ??

He spoke, and all Nan Qiao responded with was an ’oh’?

Gao Yuan, in a fury and wanting to demand an answer, heard Nan Qiao’s challenging tone.

"Manager Gao, since you’ve come to the company, what contribution have you made? Why haven’t you followed my plan! Manager Gao, you need to realize who’s really in charge here!"

Gao Yuan swallowed his anger, maintaining a smile, "Mr. Qiao, I didn’t follow your plan because I felt it was too risky."

"Do we not have the strength or capability? If we don’t take a chance, what do you propose we do?"

Gao Yuan, "Rong Yan’s designs are not that exceptional. In the four days I’ve been here, look at the garbage he’s been drawing."

"Now that I am back, I will have the final say on the company matters, and you need not concern yourself with Rong Yan’s designs."

Gao Yuan was dumbfounded. Was Nan Qiao trying to send him back?

He had previously resolved to oust Nan Qiao and become the company’s president himself!

Such an opportunity was hard to come by; he could not afford to miss it.

"Mr. Qiao, I am older than you and more worldly. Are you certain you want to disregard advice on matters of business?"

"Although you may have had more salt than the rice I’ve eaten, I am still the president of this company. My words are commands!"

Gao Yuan, with his anger burning, left Nan Qiao’s office without another word.

He picked up his phone to make a call, his voice low and seething, "Nan Qiao won’t budge; come up with a plan quickly, I want her gone!"