Chapter 9 She's Not at Home

Cheng Yuan's face turned cold. He thought Rong Ci was taking advantage of her status to act special. "Secretary Rong, please correct your work attitude. Do you think this is your home?!"

Rong Ci picked up her bag, still maintaining her stance. "If you're dissatisfied, you can fire me right now."

"You—"

Although he had followed Feng Tingshen to Country A before, he knew that Rong Ci had already submitted her resignation.

Although he was highly trusted by Feng Tingshen, he couldn't have the final say in the company. He didn't have the power to make Rong Ci leave just like that.

Moreover, Rong Ci was in the good graces of the old lady of the Feng family. If Rong Ci went to complain, even if he was sure that Feng Tingshen would protect him, he wouldn't get away with it easily.

Rong Ci ignored him and walked past him to leave.

Cheng Yuan's face turned green with anger, and he left the secretary's department.

Jiang Zhe noticed his bad complexion and asked, "What happened?"

Cheng Yuan told him the whole story.

Jiang Zhe was very surprised. Usually, he had more contact with Rong Ci.

He also knew something about Rong Ci's character.

He couldn't help but say, "This doesn't seem like something Rong Ci would do. Is there some misunderstanding?"

"There's no misunderstanding. That's exactly what happened. In my opinion, Rong Ci is just taking advantage of her status to act special. She's not as good as you usually say."

Jiang Zhe paused. "Maybe she's about to resign, so she's starting to slack off?"

But Rong Ci had been very active in her work recently, just like before.

At this moment, Feng Tingshen walked over from not far away. "What happened?"

"It's about Secretary Rong. She left work before finishing her job."

"If you're not satisfied, follow the procedure and fire her."

It was obvious that Feng Tingshen didn't care about this matter at all.

Jiang Zhe and Cheng Yuan were stunned when they heard this.

It wasn't that they thought Feng Tingshen was too indifferent to Rong Ci's affairs.

Rather, from what Feng Tingshen said, it seemed that he didn't know Rong Ci had submitted her resignation at all.

But wasn't it Feng Tingshen's idea for Rong Ci to resign?

Could it be that they had made a mistake?

Just as they were about to speak, Feng Tingshen's phone rang.

It was a call from Lin Wu.

Feng Tingshen stopped looking at them, walked past them towards the elevator while answering the phone. "I'm off work now. I'll be there soon..."

Jiang Zhe and Cheng Yuan looked at each other.

Jiang Zhe said, "Maybe President Feng forgot?"

"There's a good chance of that."

After all, Feng Tingshen had never cared much about Rong Ci's affairs.

...

On the other side.

Feng Jingxin was very close to the old lady of the Rong family.

Before, as long as Feng Jingxin was at home, when Rong Ci returned to the Rong family, she would basically bring her daughter along.

But now, although Feng Jingxin had returned to the country, she hadn't called Rong Ci once in so many days. Instead, she called Lin Wu every day and missed her terribly if she didn't see her for a few days.

Since that was the case, Rong Ci didn't want to force it.

Besides, now that Feng Jingxin and Lin Wu were so close, if the old lady knew, she didn't know how angry she would be.

So, this time when she returned to the Rong family, even though Feng Jingxin was back in the country, she didn't go to Feng Tingshen's place to pick her up. Instead, she went back to the Rong family alone.

There was a traffic jam on the way, and it was already past six in the afternoon when Rong Ci arrived at the Rong family.

When the old lady of the Rong family saw her, her smile paused, and she touched Rong Ci's face with a hint of heartache. "You've lost weight."

Rong Ci's eyelashes fluttered slightly. "I've been busy with work recently."

The old lady sighed. "No matter how busy you are, you should still eat well."

"I know, grandma. I'll pay attention."

Rong Ci sat next to the old lady, leaning her face on the old lady's shoulder, seeking some warmth from her.

Seeing that the mutton stew was almost ready, the old lady told someone to serve Rong Ci a bowl of soup to warm her up first.

Listening to the old lady's concerned words and thinking about what had happened recently, Rong Ci's eyes became moist.

Afraid that the old lady would worry, she quickly composed herself and asked, "Aunt and uncle haven't come back from their trip yet?"

"No. They're having too much fun and said they'll be back a week later."

"What about uncle? Does he have to attend social events tonight?"

"Your uncle heard that you were coming back, so he canceled his social events. He said he would come back to have dinner with us. He should be back soon."

"Okay."

Just as they finished speaking, Rong Changsheng arrived.

Seeing Rong Ci, he said with a smile, "Xiaoci is back?"

Then, he frowned. "Why have you lost weight? Haven't you been eating well?"

Rong Ci smiled. "I was too busy before... I'll definitely eat more later."

Rong Changsheng responded with an "ai" sound. When the servants brought the dinner to the table, he kept picking up meat for her.

Rong Changsheng said she had lost weight, and Rong Ci could also tell that he looked haggard.

Although she didn't work in Rong's Group, she knew that Rong's Group was having a hard time. Rong Changsheng was so busy dealing with the company's affairs every day that he was at his wits' end, but he couldn't turn the company around for the time being.

Over the years, for several projects, if Feng Tingshen had lent a hand, Rong's Group wouldn't have ended up in such a situation.

But except for the two times when the old lady of the Feng family gave strict orders, Feng Tingshen had never helped her.

She thought that if it weren't for the old lady of the Feng family, given Feng Tingshen's misunderstanding of her, he might not only not help her but also try to destroy Rong's Group.

Thinking of this, Rong Ci gave a bitter smile, and the delicious mutton in her mouth suddenly lost its taste.

Knowing her difficulties, even if he needed help, Rong Changsheng had never asked her to go to Feng Tingshen for assistance.

After dinner, while the old lady was taking a nap, Rong Ci handed Rong Changsheng a bank card with 70 million yuan in it.

"Xiaoci, uncle doesn't need—"

"I don't need it either." Rong Ci pushed the card back to him. "I can't do much else. This is the only thing I can do."

It was true that she was good at studying since she was a child. She could do research and development, but she didn't seem to be cut out for business.

Fortunately, she had applied for several patents in artificial intelligence years ago, and the technology company she co - founded with Yu Moxun and others also gave her an annual dividend. Altogether, she could get tens of millions of yuan even without doing anything.

Rong Changsheng felt ashamed. "You've given uncle money many times, but the company..."

It was still in a state of limbo.

"It's uncle who lacks the ability."

"It's normal for a company to have a lot of investment during the transformation. Don't put too much pressure on yourself, uncle."

Speaking of this, she remembered what Yu Moxun had said to her when they met the other day. "The AI field is developing very fast now. With your development ability and my operational ability back then, if you hadn't gotten married, our company would probably be worth tens of billions by now, and it would be no problem for it to become a leading enterprise in this field in the country in the future. Fortunately, the development space of AI is very broad now, and we still have a chance. I hope you can come back as soon as possible."

If she could really regain her former ability, after she returned to the company and made it develop better, she would be able to provide more financial support to her uncle.

...

It was already past ten o'clock at night when Feng Tingshen got home.

Feng Jingxin rubbed her eyes. "Dad, you're back?"

"Yeah." He said indifferently. "If you're sleepy, go to bed."

"Got it, good night, Dad."

"Yeah."

Feng Jingxin went upstairs to sleep. Feng Tingshen took the water the butler poured for him, drank it, and then went upstairs too.

The bedroom was still pitch - black.

It seemed that no one was there.

Feng Tingshen paused and turned on the light.

Sure enough, there was no one.