The King and His Consort, Qin Mengru's Summoning

Bang!

Yang Qing clenched both fists and slammed them heavily onto the desk.

"Why?!"

he roared.

"I've been with the company for ten years!"

"I've shed more sweat than you've drunk water in this company!"

"I refuse to accept this!"

He slammed the desk again.

The Senior HR sighed helplessly and sent a message to the department manager.

Meanwhile.

Upon receiving the message, the Human Resources Department manager hurried over to Shen Ningya's side and reported in a low voice, her expression grim.

Shen Ningya nodded as she listened, then calmly gave her a few instructions without the slightest ripple in her expression.

The manager's face brightened with delight before she left.

Luo Feng heard Yang Qing's name, but Shen Ningya did not say anything, so he did not ask.

Capable subordinates should be fully trusted and given authority. Micromanaging them would only hinder their performance.

Especially since Shen Ningya's abilities had been acknowledged by the system—she ranked among the top three candidates.

Moreover, under the system's influence, Shen Ningya was absolutely loyal to him.

"Chairman, let's go to your office. The secretarial office has already tidied it up."

The tidying mainly involved clearing out the former chairman's belongings.

The chairman's office was nearly two hundred square meters, with a fitness area, a wine cabinet and bar, bookshelves...

There was also an enormous floor-to-ceiling window. Looking down from it, pedestrians streamed by endlessly and cars flowed like a shuttle.

"Chairman, the office layout can be changed according to your preferences. If the space isn't large enough, it can be expanded."

Luo Feng stood before the floor-to-ceiling window while Shen Ningya spoke at his side.

"No need for the trouble. I usually won't come to the company often. Leave all matters here to you."

He actually thought it was already incredibly luxurious. After all, he had never enjoyed anything like this before.

Shen Ningya felt that Luo Feng did not truly care about Xinxin Culture, just as she had guessed. To the chairman, the company was merely a small place.

Its greatest value was probably what she had guessed before: satisfying the chairman's needs as a man.

"Chairman, I have an idea."

Luo Feng looked at her, signaling that he was listening.

"Recently, many artists' professional abilities have been declining. I want to conduct training and examinations for them, including acting, singing and dancing, vocal performance, and other areas."

"The results of this examination will be tied to future contracts, endorsements, acting opportunities, and so on, fully reflecting fairness and impartiality."

Luo Feng lost interest when he heard this.

Shen Ningya noticed his expression as well. She changed tack and continued:

"A very important part of this assessment would be for you, Chairman, to personally set the questions. After one-on-one or one-on-many assessments, you would give them scores accounting for no less than eighty percent of the total score."

Ah, that sounded a little interesting.

Seeing Luo Feng's interest rise, Shen Ningya secretly felt pleased.

"I suggest that the questions you set, Chairman, could involve you playing the emperor while the artists play consorts. Stand-ins would not be allowed, and some bed scenes could be arranged appropriately..."

The moment he heard that, Luo Feng was immediately interested. He practically wanted to start acting right away.

"Chairman, what do you think of this idea?"

Luo Feng laughed loudly. "Good, very good!"

"My beloved consort truly is my wise and virtuous helper!"

He began playing along on the spot.

Shen Ningya's face flushed slightly as she said coyly, "My king, it is only my duty."

"I feel something amiss below the waist. Could my beloved consort examine it carefully for me?"

Before the floor-to-ceiling window, she crouched down in front of Luo Feng.

Twenty minutes later.

Ding!

An intimate relationship between the host and Shen Ningya has been detected.

Name: Shen Ningya

Age: 30

Score: 91

Shen Ningya's score met the conditions for a Fixed Intimate Lover. Bind?

[Yes/No] Bind?

Yes.

Ding!

Binding successful!

Fixed Intimate Lover No. 4: Shen Ningya!

Reward: 770 million (varies with the host's Wealth Value), capped at 2 billion yuan. Can only be used for expenses related to Fixed Intimate Lover No. 4, Shen Ningya.

The same score as Meng Qingyuan, and the same 2 billion.

Another two minutes passed. Shen Ningya finished cleaning up and stood, her gaze brimming with affection. "Chairman, I'm going to the restroom. I'll be right back."

The Human Resources Department manager sat across from Yang Qing and took out a stack of documents.

"Yang Qing, regarding the use of entertainment expenses, our investigation found that you had made a large number of improper reimbursement claims."

"There were eight instances last year and nine this year, totaling as much as 260,000 yuan."

She paused, looked at Yang Qing as his expression turned ugly, and continued:

"If you do not accept this optimization, we can pursue legal action."

Yang Qing's body, which had been rigidly tense, went limp. He slumped back in his chair.

He had thought the company had never discovered those matters. Now, it seemed that everything had been under President Shen's control.

He was nothing more than a turtle in a jar, waiting to see which day President Shen chose to deal with him.

"Why?"

he murmured.

He had been giving a perfectly normal work report at noon, yet everything had changed in less than two hours.

If it was because of the reimbursements, they should have taken him down long ago.

Though he could not make sense of it, he no longer struggled and signed his name on the voluntary resignation letter.

After walking out, utterly disheartened, he took out his phone to check his messages.

"The new chairman... Luo Feng?!"

There was also a photo.

How was that possible?!!!

Yang Qing's pupils contracted violently.

An hour earlier, in another meeting room.

"Impossible!"

"I was clearly about to be promoted to Senior Specialist. How could I be laid off?"

Li Li did not believe it, nor was she willing to believe it.

The HR staff member across from her ignored her and continued explaining the layoff policy.

Half an hour later, Li Li walked out of the meeting room with a bleak expression.

She looked toward the meeting room next door, where Yang Qing was, but its door was tightly shut.

She ran downstairs and bought a pack of cigarettes.

But colleagues occasionally came downstairs as well, and she felt that all their gazes were mocking her.

So she went down the stairwell to the B2 parking garage.

Sitting on the steps, she began smoking, one cigarette after another.

Who knew how much time passed? There were already many cigarette butts on the ground.

She wiped at the corner of her eyes, stood up, and walked toward the elevator, preparing to go upstairs.

Suddenly, the executive elevator some distance away opened.

A man and a woman walked out.

It was the General Manager and that man!

Li Li hurriedly pretended she was getting into the elevator, not even daring to face them directly.

That height and that back... he looked like Luo Feng.

As if possessed, she followed them.

"Chairman, let's tentatively set it for the day after tomorrow. I'll arrange the artists then. When the time comes, you must examine them strictly—don't go easy on them."

In a soft, coquettish voice—Li Li had never seen the General Manager like this.

The man said nothing. He simply wrapped an arm around the General Manager and kissed her.

The General Manager responded enthusiastically.

The man's hands were far from well-behaved, kneading the General Manager's ass hard.

A car pulled up beside them.

"A Rolls-Royce!"

Li Li cried out inwardly.

The two parted. The man got into the car, while the General Manager waved goodbye.

Li Li ran all the way up to the first floor in one breath.

Her phone began chiming nonstop.

There had been no signal on the second basement level.

She opened the company chat app. The first thing she saw was a pinned message in the company group.

It was roughly welcoming the new chairman.

But Li Li saw only five words.

The chairman... Luo Feng!

How... could... that... be?!!!

Just as she was overwhelmed with shock, her phone rang.

It was Yang Qing. She answered.

"Li Li, did you know the new chairman is your ex-boyfriend? You've completely screwed me over!"

Ex-boyfriend, Luo Feng, new chairman...

Li Li finally gave up all hope. So the person she had seen at noon and just now had both been Luo Feng!

Even a powerful career woman like the General Manager had to bow and scrape before him, letting him have his way with her.

Ignoring Yang Qing's stream of curses, she hung up.

She found Luo Feng's WeChat and sent him a message.

"Can we go back to how things used to be?"

[Luo Feng has enabled friend verification. You are not yet his friend. Please send a friend request first. You can chat only after the other party approves it.]

Staring at the prompt, Li Li froze. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the floor.

Meanwhile, Luo Feng, who was in the car, saw that he had many unread messages on his phone.

The first was from Ai Yuanyuan. He replied with a "Okay." Those long legs really had felt quite nice.

The second surprised him somewhat.

Qin Mengru: "Brother Feng, can you come over to my place this afternoon? We can continue what we didn't finish last time..."

The temptation of a mature woman... Last time had been too short, and he really hadn't gotten to savor it properly.

"I'll be right there. Wait for me... fifteen minutes!"