Chapter 195

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“No, Mrs. Cheng, please retract your words. 1 truly acknowledge my mistake…” Zhao Quan still attempted to grasp at Qiao Xinhui’s dress.

Fortunately, Cheng Ye swiftly pulled Qiao Xinhui behind him. “How dare you touch my wife’s dress?”

Terrified, Zhao Quan stammered, “No, I didn’t touch it…”

“If I don’t teach you a lesson, you won’t understand what’s good for you!” Cheng Ye rolled up his sleeves and delivered a beating.

“Ah, President Cheng, please don’t hit me…” Zhao Quan shielded his face. “At your age, if you hurt your waist, I won’t be able to answer to you… When the five young masters come to settle scores with me, my life won’t be enough to compensate! It’s better to leave such a tough task to others… Calm down, calm down…”

“Who did you just call a traitor?” Cheng Ye panted heavily but continued the punishment. “Tell me, who were you scolding?”

“I, I, I was scolding myself. I’m a traitor.”

“If you want your family to be safe, then confess properly!”

“Yes, yes, President Cheng, you’re right…” Zhao Quan showed no resistance.

Cheng Ye kicked him again, sending him against the wall. Feeling the strain of his age, Cheng Ye found the exertion quite tiring.

“Enough, what are you doing at your age?” Qiao Xinhui approached to wipe her husband’s sweat, casting a disdainful glance at Zhao Quan.

“If he had touched your dress just now, I would have chopped off his hand! This scoundrel, after committing so many heartless deeds, still expects to escape punishment?”

Cheng Ye turned to glare at Zhao Quan. “Stay here and reflect on your actions.”

Recognizing the futility of pleading for mercy, Zhao Quan retreated to a corner. “Yes, yes…”

After Cheng Ye and Qiao Xinhui departed, two interrogators noticed Zhao Quan’s battered face and bloodied body. Unable to resist curiosity, they inquired, “What happened?”

Could it be Qiao Xinhui and Cheng Ye who did it?

“I fell on my own,” Zhao Quan volunteered, “It has nothing to do with anyone else.”

Despite the evident facial injury indicating a blow to the forehead, considering the Cheng family’s influence, making someone vanish was a plausible scenario.

“In that case, you’re truly clumsy.”

One of the police officers scolded Zhao Quan, either for crossing the Cheng family or for his clumsiness.

Zhao Quan didn’t dare to offer an explanation. All he knew was that he had offended Fang Yuan and the Cheng family. His life seemed to be at its end.

Boohoo… Why did that young lady turn out to be a Cheng family daughter? No wonder she was so competent…

In the afternoon, Fang Yuan arrived at the production workshop. “Everyone, pause your work and listen to me.”

The workers from the five production lines immediately ceased their activities, gazing at her attentively.

Despite being only 18, Fang Yuan emitted a commanding presence that instinctively compelled obedience.

Everyone looked at her and couldn’t help but marvel. Their own kids were likely still in high school at 18, but Fang Yuan was already managing a company…

Clearly, they weren’t on the same level.

“Tomorrow, our company will release new products. As you all know, due to Zhao Quan selling the drafts to Charm Cloth, the warehouse goods can’t be sold. 1 need everyone’s cooperation.”

Fang Yuan elucidated her plan, and everyone readily agreed. They couldn’t help but feel impressed by this remarkable young lady!

Wang Ning was astonished at how quickly President Fang garnered everyone’s support. Deep admiration welled up within him. This girl seemed to be the company’s pillar of strength. With her in charge, everyone felt secure.

Fang Yuan strolled through the production workshop and made her way to the Designing Department.

There, Gu Panpan lay in front of the computer, appearing dejected.

“What’s wrong?” Fang Yuan approached and inquired softly.

Gu Panpan sat up. “President Fang, you’re here? I’m fine, it’s just…”

Fang Yuan’s attention shifted to her computer screen, revealing the registration form for the National Design Competition. The deadline was 4 p.m., and the clock already read 3:50 p.m.

“You’re not signing up?” Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow.

“President Fang, you don’t know… this competition requires participants to have an assistant…”

Encouraged by Fang Yuan, Gu Panpan yearned to prove herself in this competition. However, being a mere designer, how could she afford an assistant? It was already a challenge to sustain herself financially, let alone hire help.

“No one from the Designing Department is going?” Fang Yuan glanced at the others.

The designers avoided eye contact, unwilling to risk embarrassment in such a prominent national competition.

While participating as designers, they still had their regular work at the company. Filling out the information was manageable if they achieved a decent ranking. But if they didn’t or ended up with a lower rank, it could bring shame to the entire company. Their job security might even be at stake.

Gu Panpan watched as time dwindled. Despite her reluctance, she sighed, prepared to abandon the endeavor. Just as she moved her mouse to close the webpage, Fang Yuan declared, “I’ll go with you.”

Gu Panpan hesitated.. “President Fang…”