Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 113 It’s cold at high places

Han Qi's face was flushed.

Although she couldn't remember the massage techniques Zhuo Tong used when she was drunk, the electric shock-like sensation etched an indelible mark on her mind.

"How could I do something like that... I even lifted up my clothes..."

She covered her burning face with her hands, clearly unable to accept it.

It was just something she saw in a foreign animated film where the female lead casually mentioned "apologizing by showing your belly," and she knew it was impossible.

But last night, in that particular situation, I ended up doing it by some strange twist of fate.

Moreover, it's not just as simple as exposing the belly; it's not much different from taking off the entire garment.

"Dude, he doesn't look drunk at all. He was fine when he woke up this morning. Could it be that he remembers everything?"

"And what was I just doing?! Why was I changing clothes so openly in front of him?!"

Han Qi felt his face getting hotter and hotter, and his eyes started to dart around, trying to distract himself.

"How could I ever face him again? I was so stupid to suggest we have dinner together next time."

"What's the difference between this and a rabbit plucking all its fur, cooking it, and putting it on a plate to be eaten?"

She rubbed her aching thighs, and after a long while, she managed to stand up, still walking with a slight stagger.

When I woke up, the hangover slowly kicked in, and combined with all the fatigue that had accumulated in my body, I felt like I was about to fall apart.

After struggling to reach the elevator, just as the elevator doors opened and she was about to step inside, she bumped into Zhuo Tong's assistant, Qi Shuangxue.

"Ah! Good morning, Miss Han!"

Qi Shuangxue bowed respectfully to Han Qi.

After all, she was his boss's sister, so he had to treat Han Qi the same way he would treat his boss.

Although it's unclear why they are siblings, their surnames are completely different.

Of course, they could also be cousins.

"Good morning, Assistant Qi."

Han Qi was about to raise his hand to greet someone when he suddenly stumbled and lost his balance.

Fortunately, Qi Shuangxue reacted quickly and stepped out of the elevator, supporting her with both hands to help her stand steadily.

"Miss Han, are you alright? Let me help you."

"No...nothing..."

Han Qi nervously swallowed. He couldn't very well tell Zhuo Tong's assistant that he had been brutally bullied by his boss for who knows how long last night.

That's why you can't walk now, right?

Moreover, judging from the relationship the two currently display in front of Qi Shuangxue, they are just normal cousins.

If she were to doubt that her relationship with Zhuo Tong was not actually like that, wouldn't that affect her good friend's image in the eyes of the employees?

"I got drunk last night and fell in the bathroom and twisted my ankle. Thank you for your help."

And so, Qi Shuangxue helped the weak-legged Han Qi step by step into the elevator, let her hold onto the handrail, and then helped her press the button for the first floor.

"Miss Han, would you like me to see you out?"

"No need to trouble yourself, I can adjust on my own and leave. You go ahead and do your thing."

When the elevator doors opened, Han Qi noticed that Qi Shuangxue was carrying a thick stack of papers.

Considering her role as an assistant, she must have arrived at the hotel so early to discuss important matters with her boss, Zhuo Tong.

I can't hold them back.

Qi Shuangxue nodded, took a slightly bent business card from her breast pocket, and handed it to Han Qi:
"Alright, Ms. Han, here's my business card. You're the boss's sister, so feel free to contact me if anything comes up." "I understand."

As Qi Shuangxue stepped out of the elevator, the metal doors slowly closed and began to descend.

She closed her eyes and began to think about how to face Zhuo Tong in the future.

Even if the other party doesn't express anything, you'll still feel something to some extent:

"Never mind, just pretend I don't remember anything and nothing happened. At worst, I'll just drink less in the future."

When I opened my eyes again, the elevator had already arrived at the first floor.

At the same time as the elevator announcement, her phone rang.

"Hey, Mom..."

In the hotel room.

Zhuo Tong changed his clothes and sat on the sofa, looking out the window listlessly.

Unlike the Royal Court Building, which is entirely comprised of hotel rooms from the sixth floor to the top, this hotel is located at the very top of the building and is also known as the Sky Hotel.

The presidential suite that Zhuo Tong booked was on the top floor of the entire building, somewhat similar to the penthouse suite he had booked at the Royal Court Hotel.

However, the building is significantly shorter than the Wangting Building, so nearly half of the view outside the window consists of office buildings reflecting sunlight.

This scenery is far inferior.

For some reason, Zhuo Tong felt a sense of oppression and gloom when looking at those office buildings.

Yet, inside his suite at the Royal Court Hotel, he felt a sense of exhilaration as he looked out at the outside world, where everything was completely unobstructed and unobstructed.

It must be because of the altitude.

Having already witnessed the view that surpasses everything, how can one tolerate being subservient to others?

At this point, Zhuo Tong finally began to realize that his thinking and personality were gradually undergoing some changes.

As the saying goes, "the higher you climb, the colder it gets." Since life has become wealthy and comfortable, I have naturally gotten rid of the restraint I used to feel and become more free and unrestrained.

Everything we do doesn't necessarily have to have a practical purpose; as long as we have a clear conscience, that's enough.

As I was pondering this, the phone rang. It was Wang Ying.

"Good morning, Sister Wang. Why are you calling your brother so early? Is there something you need?"

"Look at what you're saying. Since I'm your sister, does that mean I can't call you unless there's something wrong?"

Wang Ying teased him in a tone that sounded like she was blaming him, and Zhuo Tong smiled.

"Enough with the small talk, there are two things. The first is the information about Liao Gang that you asked me for. I've already sent it to your assistant, Qi Shuangxue."

"Let me preface this by saying that Liao Gang is a rich second-generation, and his father is just a nouveau riche who got rich by chance."

"Although their electronics factory isn't highly valued, it's still a partner of many companies in Shenzhen. You should think carefully before you try to take action against them."

"Don't worry, Sister Wang, I'll know what I'm doing."

Hearing Zhuo Tong's nonchalant and confident tone, Wang Ying couldn't say anything more and could only believe him.

Knowing his younger brother's personality, he was never greedy for credit or arrogant. He must have had a sure thing before doing this.

"The second thing, the girl you asked me to help arrange, is her name Lin Yuxuan, right?"

"Ah."

"I've put her in the office as a junior clerk. Her job is to organize documents and such. It might be quite tiring. Do you mind?"

"Of course I don't mind, but... I have one more request."

(End of this chapter)