Rebirth as the Richest Woman in the World
Chapter 192 Sending Flowers (Part 4)

Chapter 192: 192 Sending Flowers (Part 4)

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qianjue thought for a moment before making another call, "Have Agent Fang come up."

Before long, there was a knock at the door.

Mo Qianjue said indifferently, "Come in."

"Chief!"

"Mhm." Mo Qianjue gave a slight nod, "Just wait a moment."

He then picked up a pen beside him and began to write briskly on the paper.

After about ten seconds, he looked up at Agent Fang and handed him the paper, "Send a bouquet of flowers to this address every afternoon."

With that said, he added, "You personally deliver them and make sure she receives them herself, otherwise, don’t bother coming back."

Upon hearing this, Agent Fang was stunned.

Send flowers? Every day?

Was the Chief pursuing a woman?

The Chief, who seemed like a deity in his eyes, was also going to pursue a woman?

If this got out, all the female colleagues in the company and the women in Lawless City would surely be in tears.

Didn’t all women swoon over the Chief and practically throw themselves at him?

Could someone really resist the Chief’s charm? Agent Fang suddenly began to doubt his existence.

If a person like the Chief had to personally pursue a woman, did that mean someone like him was doomed to bachelorhood forever?

He suddenly felt life was somewhat bleak.

Agent Fang swallowed hard and asked very respectfully, "Chief, what kind of flowers should I send? What message are they to convey?"

"Flower language?" Mo Qianjue looked up somewhat puzzled. This was his first time sending flowers, and he had no idea about the meaning of flower language, "What flower language?"

Agent Fang quickly explained, "Every kind of flower has its own language. For example, the language of a rose is ’passion,’ and red roses signify ’I love you.’"

"Oh." Mo Qianjue nodded thoughtfully, "Then send the flowers that mean ’I’m sorry.’"

Agent Fang felt like his jaw was about to drop. Wait, what?

He was witnessing something astonishing; the Chief was apologizing!

The Chief was apologizing to a woman.

That woman must have a lot of nerve to anger the Chief and also to have the Chief stoop to sending flowers.

Hmm, she must be a beauty.

It must be so.

Steadying his mind, Agent Fang continued, "Understood, Chief. I’ll see to it right away."

Mo Qianjue gave a slight nod, "Go on then, remember, a bouquet every day."

"Of course, Chief," Agent Fang bent slightly, "Your subordinate will ensure it happens come rain or shine."

**

Zhao family.

Zhao Yiling had finally calmed down and was now sitting idly on the swing chair on the balcony.

The company’s phone was ringing off the hook as one investor after another withdrew their funds.

Almost immediately after Jun Ao Group terminated their contracts with Zhao Clan, those investors who had previously been eager to finance began to withdraw their investment impatiently.

Plan Z had also come to a standstill, and Zhao Group was teetering in the storm, with the stock price dropping limit down.

At this rate, within three days, Zhao Group would declare bankruptcy.

"I can’t accept this! I can’t!" Suddenly, Zhao Yiling’s face twisted in fury as she hurled the pillow she was holding into the corner of the room.

Just then, the door opened, and Li Ruyu, looking haggard, walked in with a bowl of medicinal soup, "Ling’er, it’s time for your medicine. Don’t worry about the company affairs; your father will handle everything. You just focus on recovering."

Li Ruyu sighed slightly as she looked at the pillow thrown in the corner.

This incident had dealt Zhao Yiling a devastating blow.

"I’m not sick! What medicine to drink! Go get me some milk, that’s all I want right now." Zhao Yiling knocked over the porcelain bowl that Li Ruyu handed her; the scalding medicinal liquid instantly reddened Li Ruyu’s wrist, bringing with it a piercing pain.

The porcelain bowl fell directly onto the thick wool carpet, the medicine seeping into the carpet, emitting a white mist.

Li Ruyu sighed, "Ling’er, you can’t go on like this. Mom knows you are upset, but no matter how upset you are, you can’t treat your own body this way. After all, it’s your body. Without a good body, how can you compete with Chu Jin, that little bitch!"

By the end of her statement, Li Ruyu’s eyes emitted a ruthless glare.

All because of that little bitch—if it weren’t for her, her Ling’er wouldn’t have become like this!

It was her, she stole everything from Ling’er.

"Mom! Can you please go get the milk for me now? I just want to drink milk," Zhao Yiling begged. "Remember to add pearl powder. Only then can I become more beautiful and catch Jun Ao’s Mr. Mo’s eye." Every cell in Zhao Yiling’s body was screaming for milk.

Such a craving, such a desire.

It was like a traveler in the desert desperately in need of water, craving a sip of plain water to quench their thirst.

Seeing Zhao Yiling like this, Li Ruyu felt both heartache and anger, her voice stern, "Ling’er! You really can’t go on like this, you have to pull yourself together!"

"I want milk!" Zhao Yiling suddenly grabbed Li Ruyu’s shoulders and began to shake her violently, "Go get me milk, go get me milk, do you hear me!" Her face was somewhat distorted; she had completely lost control.

Seeing her daughter like this, Li Ruyu grew nervous as well, patting Zhao Yiling’s back, she tried to soothe her, "Alright, Mom will get it for you, Mom will get you the milk, just wait a moment."

Having said that, she turned and walked towards the door.

Zhao Yiling watched Li Ruyu’s departing figure, her eyes brimming with longing.

It felt as if millions of ants were gnawing at her heart, the discomfort unbearable, just like a junkie craving the rush of a fix.

It wasn’t long before Li Ruyu returned with a hot cup of milk.

Upon seeing the milk, Zhao Yiling’s eyes, which had been dull, suddenly filled with brightness. Swallowing greedily, she snatched the milk from Li Ruyu’s hands and guzzled it down.

After finishing, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Her heart was incredibly satisfied, feeling as though she was among the clouds, or in a heavenly realm, her entire being felt light, as if every cell in her body was dancing. This level of comfort was indescribable.

Gradually, Zhao Yiling opened her eyes, returning to her usual demeanor.

Seeing Zhao Yiling like this, Li Ruyu felt an unsettling feeling emerging from within.

She couldn’t help thinking that Ling’er wasn’t just drinking milk but seemed to be ’on drugs.’

At this thought, Li Ruyu’s face turned pale as a sheet.

The milk was prepared by her, and she had added the pearl powder herself. There shouldn’t be a problem.

Thinking this way, Li Ruyu’s anxious heart slowly calmed down again.

"Ling’er," Li Ruyu stroked Zhao Yiling’s back, her voice filled with deep concern, "you can’t continue like this, you need to be strong and revitalize Zhao Group. Only then can you surpass that little bitch."

All of Zhao family’s hopes now rested on Zhao Yiling; she couldn’t run into any trouble.

On hearing these words, Zhao Yiling’s previously steadied heart started to grow restless again, "Mom, I’ve become like this now, what do I have to compete with that little bitch! She took everything from me, what assets do I have left to fight her with!"

As she spoke, Zhao Yiling’s eyes turned bloodshot.

Rage and unwillingness filled her entire being.

Would she have ended up like this if it weren’t for that little bitch?

Now Mo Qianjue thinks that little bitch is his life-saving benefactor. He’ll definitely support Chu Group to the fullest.

She had become a joke.

Everyone was laughing at her!

"Ling’er, Ling’er," Li Ruyu looked anxiously at Zhao Yiling, holding her hand, she comforted her, "don’t be afraid, you have extraordinary talent and business acumen. If you stand up, you can definitely defeat that little bitch and lead Zhao Clan to glory, trampling that little bitch underfoot."

By the end, Li Ruyu’s eyes were cold.

"Mom, you don’t understand. I have nothing now. With what can I fight her? Even Plan Z has stalled, and investors have withdrawn their funds. At this rate, we’ll surely go bankrupt! Absolutely bankrupt..." Zhao Yiling hugged her head, her eyes red, her features twisted into a knot, and her emotions neared the edge of collapse.

Seeing Zhao Yiling like this, Li Ruyu embraced her with a heartache, her hand rhythmically patting Zhao Yiling’s back, trying to soothe her emotions.

"Ling’er, believe in Mom, Mom won’t let Zhao Group go bankrupt..."

She had a way; the Zhao Group wouldn’t collapse so easily.