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She regretted not changing her dress and high heels before she came.

Even if she wanted to accompany him now, it seemed impossible in her current outfit.

It’d be too embarrassing for him.

Li Shengxiao’s gaze swept over her long sleeves, jeans, and canvas shoes—fresh, clean, and neat. Her attire made her look like a freshman college student, especially with her long, straight legs accentuated by the tight jeans, which were notably eye-catching. No wonder those executives were staring earlier.

He was definitely not someone who would allow other men to covet his woman. Not even a glance!

If it weren’t for the hat she wore, those few people who had been sizing her up would have become coal miners on Ring Island!

Li Shengxiao reigned in the possessive desire in his eyes, picked up his phone, and made a call, “Bring in a dress!”

“Yes, Mr. Li.”

It didn’t take long.

Gu Ming knocked on the door and led someone in, “Mr. Li.”

They placed the prepared clothes, shoes, accessories, and purse in front of Rong Yan, respectfully saying, “Miss Rong, these were all purchased according to your size. Are they the right fit for you? If not, I will go prepare something else.”

There were many latest designs from top brands in the Dihor Garden’s wardrobe, so of course, he knew what size to approximately get.

“Go try them on.”

Rong Yan hadn’t expected that he would have everything prepared so quickly for her, and, feeling helpless, she walked to the resting room carrying the items.

…

Half an hour later.

A black stretch Lincoln left the Hengtong Building.

Rong Weiwei had already drunk three glasses of water outside and still hadn’t seen the person she was waiting for emerge from across the company.

She pursed her lips, her gaze cold as she stared at the entrance. She was just about to ask for another cup of coffee when her phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, she quickly brought the phone to her ear, “Hello, Mufeng.”

“Where are you? The celebration banquet is about to start, why haven’t you come over yet?”

It was Shi Mufeng’s voice.

Only then did Rong Weiwei glance at her watch. It was almost six o’clock; time had flown by, and she had been waiting there for over an hour.

She looked unwillingly away from the Hengtong Building entrance that still hadn’t seen the person she wanted to see, picked up her purse, and stood up, “I’m at Kemi Square, I’ll be right there.”

“Do you need me to come pick you up?” Despite the incident with Huang Youde, Shi Mufeng’s tone was still gentle and caring towards her.

But only she knew that this caring man had already stopped being exclusively devoted to her, his behavior with a female model behind her back was murky at best.

And after she had hired a private detective to follow him for a while, she even obtained photos of him frequently using his car to secretly meet up with that woman.

The thought of another woman sitting in the passenger seat of his car nauseated her, and she had no desire to sit there anymore.

Rong Weiwei tightened her lips, quickly responding, “No need, you don’t have to bother coming back and forth, I can have the nanny’s car pick me up. I’ll call you when I get there.”

“That’s fine.” Shi Mufeng pondered for a moment and agreed, indeed not wanting the hassle of running back and forth.

However, his easy agreement was like a needle to Rong Weiwei’s heart. A complex rush of anger, unwillingness, sourness, and discomfort surged within her. Coupled with the fact that she had been wronged today, it felt as though she was being pricked by needles inside.

She almost wanted to confront him directly: why he had so readily agreed not to pick her up.