PDLP Chapter 144 Utter Depravity
Chapter 144 Utter Depravity
Ning Xiuyang raised an eyebrow as he looked at the words "General Manager Rong of Zhengyang Media" flashing on his phone screen.
The woman, startled like a fawn, hung up the phone last night.
They called again today.
It seems that this 150,000 is very important to her!
As long as it's important.
Only when something is important enough can it be controlled.
He swiped to answer the call and leaned back comfortably on the sofa. Qian Baobao, who was next to him, immediately understood and moved her kneeling position to make him more comfortable.
"Chairman Ning..."
Rong Qing'e's voice came through the receiver, like a taut string stretched to its limit and then soaked by rain.
Trembling, uneasy.
It also carried a hint of desperate hoarseness.
Ning Xiuyang didn't speak, but simply tapped the sofa armrest lightly with his fingers, once, then again.
This silent pressure was precisely transmitted through the radio waves to Rong Qing'e's heart on the other end, making her already fearful heart even more clenched.
She could imagine the expression on her boss's face on the other end of the phone.
Is it annoyance? Or mockery?
Or is he still thinking about how to deal with this ungrateful subordinate?
Xingfuli Community.
In a unit of another building, Rong Qing'e stood by the window, looking at the sparse pedestrians below, her palms sweating so much that they almost soaked her phone.
She felt like she was sitting on pins and needles all day at the company.
On her way to work in the morning, she saw her boss, Ning Xiuyang, get out of a Volvo van and then go to another building with a hot and voluptuous woman.
At first, she thought Ning Xiuyang had come for her, and was hesitating whether to go up and greet him.
But when she saw the woman appear, she realized it was all a coincidence.
I vaguely remember that woman; I've seen her at the entrance of the residential area several times, but I don't recognize her.
Unexpectedly, she turned out to be the woman kept by her boss, Ning Xiuyang.
Ever since she saw Ning Xiuyang's intimate interactions with those female anchors at the company, she subconsciously began to regard any woman who appeared next to the boss as his mistress.
She was hiding in the shadow of the bus stop sign, her heart pounding, terrified that he would see her.
She tried to contact Ju Wenming all day, but the man's phone was always unanswered.
Chang Chengbiao's calm yet unquestionable face, and the weight of the three-day deadline, almost suffocated her.
She had no other choice.
"Chairman Ning, I'm sorry to bother you, but... I'd like to borrow some money from you."
After the call connected, Rong Qing'e made up her mind and spoke gently, but in the end she spoke again.
"We can put the matter of borrowing money on hold for now."
Ning Xiuyang's voice was calm, yet carried a knowing, playful tone, tinged with teasing and mockery, as he asked, "I'm more curious, why did you suddenly hang up the phone last night?"
boom!
Rong Qing'e's mind went completely blank, as if a bomb had been dropped on her.
The color drained from her cheeks in an instant, only to surge back up wildly in the next second, making her dizzy and disoriented.
He knew it after all!
He knew he had heard that title he shouldn't have heard!
How should I answer this?
She claimed that she fled in panic because she had discovered his "secret"?
Doesn't this mean telling him that the secret has become a sword hanging over the boss's head, a handle that he can use against him?
In the workplace, knowing your boss's secrets, especially such private hobbies, is undoubtedly a major taboo.
At best, they will be ostracized; at worst, they will be kicked out of the house, or even face more terrible retaliation.
Will he think that I called to borrow money this time in an attempt to blackmail him with this secret?
Rong Qing'e's lips trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, as she said nervously, "I'm sorry... Chairman Ning, I... I didn't mean to. I didn't expect it... I... I last night..."
She was incoherent and flustered, like a child who had done something wrong.
Ultimately, all explanations seemed pale and powerless. She took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision, and her voice calmed down as she solemnly promised, "Chairman Ning, rest assured, I guarantee that no third person will know about what happened last night. I will keep it buried deep inside me, even to my grave."
This statement is both a guarantee and a tacit admission.
Ning Xiuyang chuckled softly, but to Rong Qing'e's ears, it was more chilling than any harsh reprimand.
"A secret is a secret because it has never been spoken aloud."
Ning Xiuyang's voice was slow and leisurely, as if he were toying with an interesting toy, and he said in a low voice, "Once it is known to a second person, it will no longer be a secret, but a rein."
He paused, then his tone shifted sharply: "Manager Rong, you're holding a rein in your hand right now. How can you expect me to believe that rein is safe?"
These words sounded like a question, but Ning Xiuyang didn't take them seriously at all.
What era are we living in? It's just a name.
There are plenty of people who call others "Dad," let alone "Master."
In this world where poverty is mocked but prostitution is not, money talks.
Playing games in a fancy way isn't shameless, it's called having fun.
He was merely using this as an excuse to see what kind of "surprise" this desperate female subordinate could bring him.
But for Rong Qing'e, Ning Xiuyang's words were nothing short of an ultimatum.
She understood.
The boss is forcing her to hand over a "pledge of allegiance".
In exchange for a secret of equal value, or rather, a handle that would give him leverage over you, you could trade the "reins" in your hands.
Only when both sides hold the other's lifeline can this delicate balance be established, and only then can he truly "feel at ease".
But what do I have?
My life is like a tragic novel that has been read to pieces; besides a failed marriage and endless debts, I have nothing.
Wait... debt?
That man!
Ju Wenming!
A crazy idea, without warning, sprouted from the darkest corner of Rong Qing'e's heart and spread wildly in an unstoppable manner.
She recalled the glamorous and graceful female anchors who surrounded Ning Xiuyang at the company.
Shen Yourong, Cheng Qingxia... In terms of appearance and figure, before life had worn me down, I was no worse than them.
Even now, with a little dressing up, they exude a mature, professional charm that these young girls lack.
Since the boss's "quirk" is that he likes women...
Since I have nothing left...
Since Ju civilization has already staked their shared future on the table...
Ju Wenming, I've gambled away eight years of my youth with you, yet you've only gotten deeper and deeper into it, always trying to drag me down into the abyss with you.
Since I can't win you back, then don't blame me for completely succumbing to this fate!