Translator: Atlas Studios
Editor: Atlas Studios
Luo Qiao was kept busy all morning. For lunch, she had an appointment with her father.
When they met up, Boss Luo asked, “How does it feel to be working in the family business?”
“It’s okay.”
As she had majored in management in university, it didn’t take long for her to pick it up.
“Here, have more,” Luo Qianheng picked up some food with his chopsticks for her. He casually asked, “Why didn’t you ask Siran to come along for lunch?”
Luo Qiao remained silent.
“I’m telling you, there are many girls who like Siran, don’t keep at bullying him.”
Bullying him?
Luo Qiao didn’t feel that her father didn’t really have a good understanding of Ming Siran.
“Qiao Qiao…”
Raising her hand to stop him from saying more, Luo Qiao retorted instead, “I haven’t settled the score with you for selling our house to him, let’s not talk about the guy.”
“…”
After lunch, Luo Qiao respectfully sent her father back to his office. Through the wound down the window of the car, she said, “Dad, thanks.”
Luo Qianheng was surprised. “Thanks? For what?”
“For helping me to manage the PR on Weibo yesterday.”
“What Weibo? I wouldn’t have time for these small matters.”
Huh? Luo Qiao was stunned. It wasn’t her Dad?
Then who could it have been?
Luo Qianheng handed her an invitation letter and said, “Your Uncle Zhou is hosting a banquet tonight and I’m busy so I’d like you to represent me.”
Putting her thoughts aside, Luo Qiao shifted her eyes back to her father. “Alright.”
After she was done with her work in the afternoon, she picked up her cell phone and dialed Mu Lan’s number.
In the meantime, Mu Lan was looking at her ruined evening gown, her expression ashen. Bei Rongrong, who was in front of her, flashed her a smile before she strode off in her high heels.
Mu Lan held back her tears as she picked up the phone, “Qiao Qiao?”
Luo Qiao could tell there was something in her voice and asked, “What’s the matter?”
Mu Lan took in a deep breath and cleared her throat, “Just caught a little cold, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to ask if you’re going to the banquet hosted by the Zhou’s tonight? I heard that your company is on the invite list.”
“I’m going…” She choked back for a moment and looked at her gown before she bit on her lip and continued, “I was going, but…”
“I’ll pick you up then,” Luo Qiao spoke quickly and sounded happy. “Let’s go for dinner and then we can come back to my place to change. Tell you something, I hired a stylist, let’s doll you up.”
Mu Lan was silent for a moment. Had Luo Qiao been an angel in her past life? She immediately dumped her ruined gown into the trash bin and stood up happily, exclaiming, “Daddy Luo, you are my true Daddy!”
Luo Qiao, “…?”
After hanging up the call, Mu Lan walked out of the room with a broad smile on her face. Outside the door, Bei Rongrong gave her a dirty look with her arms crossed in front of her chest. “Where are you going?”
Mu Lan shot back, “What does it have to do with you, b*tch? I’m warning you, Bei Rongrong, if you dare try any more dirty tricks behind my back, see if I won’t rip your face apart! Who gives a damn if you have a heart disease!”
After she had said this, she squeezed past Bei Rongrong and strode off, ignoring how the other girl had now turned pale with anger.
Mu Lan didn’t have to wait long before Luo Qiao pulled up in her car. She opened the car door and got into the car. Then she threw her arms around Luo Qiao. “Oohhhhh my little cutie!”
After having her face squeezed, Luo Qiao held Mu Lan at arm’s length and studied the girl. She noticed that her eyes were bloodshot and asked, “Someone’s been bullying you?”
That godfather look on Luo Qiao’s face said it all – Tell your Daddy what’s wrong and I’ll avenge you.
Mu Lan burst out laughing. “It’s just one of those instances where someone in the company bootlicks the higher-ups and tramples on those with lower ranks. But I have Daddy Luo protecting me from now on, who would dare bully me? Let’s go, let’s go, let’s not talk about unpleasant things, let’s go for dinner.”
Seeing that Mu Lan seemed to be okay, Luo Qiao nodded, then made a silent decision and then asked her father’s chauffeur to take them to the restaurant.