Chapter 207 The Real and Fake Heiresses are Best Friends (3)

Suddenly, Zhao Bie collapsed to the ground with a scream. Behind her, Xiao Ningbao silently put away the radish knife she had used for the Thousand-Year Kill, concealing her merit and fame.

After traversing so many small worlds, Ningbao had deeply engraved in her mind a set of theories that Mumu had taught her: in small worlds with police officers, if you encounter a problem, go to the police officers first; in small worlds without police officers, then of course you have to solve the problem with force.

It seems like there are no police officers in this world.

However, these were all decisions made by Ning Bao's subconscious, and she herself was unable to give a definite explanation for her behavior.

Qingqing looked at the person groaning on the ground, calmly picked up a nearby ornament, and smashed it down on the person, knocking them unconscious.

Feng Yuan is still lying in the hospital bed. Let's collect some interest first, and settle the score later.

Feng Yuan watched from the bed as Qingqing calmly dragged Zhao Bie out by the foot. Then, he turned his head to look at Ning Bao, who was running to the bathroom to wash his little radish knife. A sense of pride welled up in his heart.

Her children have all grown up; they know how to protect themselves and fight back against evil forces.

The two, who had never been pushovers, returned to Feng Yuan's bedside. Qingqing handed Feng Yuan a note:

"He was supposed to come to deliver the invitation, but Zhao Bie not only inherited the estate, but also got engaged to Miss Yang Mo from the Yang family."

Qingqing knew about the news beforehand. She found the invitation on Zhao Bie when she threw him out. The invitation even had Feng Yuan's name on it.

Although they looked down on Zhao Bie, they couldn't simply refuse the engagement banquet, otherwise they would offend both the Zhao and Yang families.

The Li family doesn't yet have the ability to defeat Tianliang Wangpo, so they have to give him face.

Oh, by the way, Feng Yuan's real name should actually be Li Yuan. Qing Qing was officially renamed Li Qing after being adopted. But Feng Yuan doesn't know if it's because her chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) side has awakened, but she always feels that she should be called Feng Yuan.

As for the surname Feng, well... sometimes Feng Yuan herself jokes that she might as well just call herself Feng Aotian.

Despite this, she still subconsciously used this name, as did Qingqing. Over time, Feng Yuan got used to it.

Three days later...

Feng Yuan, who was previously in the ICU with multiple fractures all over her body, is now lively and energetic.

What? Outrageous? What's outrageous about it? Even the domineering CEO next door, riddled with bullets, could be carried home in the rain by a seemingly innocent girl and miraculously recover. Why can't this domineering CEO, Feng Yuan, have all his bones healed in a few days? Sometimes you should think more about the reasons behind the small world—whether the rules are complete, whether the Heavenly Dao is doing its job properly. Ah, what's outrageous about it? It's always been like this, what's outrageous about it?

However, Feng Yuan felt like he was going crazy upon returning to his 007 post. Although Qingqing had been working extremely hard, the bones in her left hand hadn't fully healed yet, which naturally reduced her work efficiency. It was impossible for her to complete the tasks that should have been done by two people on her own.

so……

Having just been discharged from the hospital and pulled an all-nighter, Feng Yuan was now more resentful than a ghost. Why was it that other CEOs' lives were all about romance and love, and meetings could be canceled at any time? And what about her? Her life was worse than that of a corporate slave. She wanted to take Ning Bao to an amusement park, and after preparing for so long, she still couldn't find the time.

Why don't we just go to heaven?

What I'm saying is, can't we at least cherish this rare breed of CEO?

"I'll do it, you go and get some sleep."

Qingqing had just finished her work and walked in.

Feng Yuan shook his head:

"You're not going to sleep, and you want me to sleep? You're still injured."

Although Feng Yuan jokingly calls himself 007, in truth, Qingqing is 007's top ten employee. This child has only slept about two hours a day for five days in a row. A normal person would have collapsed long ago, but she manages to work flawlessly.

Qingqing accomplished something that even Zhou Bapi couldn't have imagined.

"But……"

Seeing that Feng Yuan was about to pull her to bed, Qingqing thought to herself that she really had a lot to do. The power shift in the Zhao family, and the marriage alliance between the Zhao and Yang families—things were far from peaceful lately, the situation was changing rapidly, and it could be said that danger and opportunity coexisted.

However, before she could speak, Feng Yuan covered her mouth with one hand, then picked her up and carried her to the lounge.

Feng Yuan didn't have much ambition; she just wanted the company to stay afloat. Money was something you could earn forever, and she didn't want to explore Qingqing's physical limits. What if she fainted and never woke up after not resting for so long?

Qingqing didn't struggle; she rarely went against Feng Yuan's will. Since Feng Yuan had made it so clear... work was important, because the company belonged to Feng Yuan, but listening to Feng Yuan and making him happy was also important.

There was a large bed in the lounge. Feng Yuan put Qingqing on the bed, yawned, and lay down himself. With her last bit of willpower, she pulled the blanket up a little, and then fell asleep in just one second.

Qingqing obediently closed her eyes and went to sleep. Now that she's rested, she'll be more efficient at work later.

Feng Yuan doesn't only have Qingqing as his secretary. After all, Qingqing is also one of the company's shareholders, and in terms of power, she's practically equivalent to a vice president. So, besides Qingqing, Feng Yuan also has a deputy secretary: Wang Fu.

A flawless version after careful inspection!

Compared to Qingqing, Wang Fu was a proper, traditional secretary. And because of Qingqing's presence, his position was generally quite easy.

But how can a domineering CEO's secretary always have it so easy? Would a domineering CEO who doesn't give his secretary a headache still be a domineering CEO?

For example, right now, Wang Fu can't get through to Feng Yuan on the phone, and no one replies to his messages. That's understandable; Feng Yuan has long since silenced his phone and left it aside.

If that were all, Wang Fu wouldn't be worried. The worst part is that he couldn't even contact Qingqing, who usually works almost 24/7, today.

This was naturally Feng Yuan's doing; she had already found Qingqing's phone and temporarily "confiscated" it.

However, what broke Wang Fu's defenses even more was Feng Yuan's message: "Go find Miss if you need anything."

Who else could be our little princess but Ningbao? She's still at kindergarten playing games with her friends!

……

Feng Yuan actually knew his limits; he only slept for four hours in total before getting out of bed with messy hair.

Hmm, very good, the resentment has only grown stronger.

Just as Feng Yuan's eyes were lifeless, and the resentment behind him was about to materialize, as if he wanted to destroy the world at any moment, Qingqing, who was beside him, had already dressed and came over with a comb to comb Feng Yuan's hair.

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