indianbanksassociation Chapter 138 Panic
Chapter 138 Panic
"It's so late, is something the matter?" Ning Xiuyang's tone was calm, revealing no emotion.
He looked at the woman in the video with great interest.
During the day, she is a greenhouse rose wrapped in a business suit, dignified and professional, but also carrying a sense of repression and lifelessness.
At this moment, having shed her disguise, she resembles a black rose trembling in the night rain—fragile and helpless, yet exuding a deadly allure.
"I...I..." Rong Qing'e's face flushed red instantly. The words "borrow money" that she had prepared all night just wouldn't come out.
Asking her newly appointed boss for money at such an ambiguous time, in such a pathetic state, is worse than death for her.
"I...I'm sorry, Chairman Ning, for disturbing you so late..." She lowered her head in shame, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the ground.
Ning Xiuyang didn't urge her, but just looked at her quietly with a scrutinizing gaze.
He had seen too many women to tell at a glance that she must have encountered some great difficulty, otherwise a high-ranking professional woman would never show such behavior in the middle of the night.
The calmer he was, the greater the pressure on Rong Qing'e's heart became.
Finally, after a long silence and an internal struggle, the fear of those three thugs eventually overwhelmed the shame at that moment.
"Chairman Ning, I...I want to borrow some money from you."
The moment she uttered those words, Rong Qing'e felt all the strength drain from her body. She closed her eyes, not daring to look at Ning Xiuyang's expression.
"Borrow money?" Ning Xiuyang's tone finally softened slightly. He seemed to smile, then calmly asked, "How much?"
"100,000...150,000." Rong Qing'e's voice was barely audible.
"150,000?"
Ning Xiuyang's voice rose slightly, tinged with surprise, as he chuckled, "The annual salary for the general manager of Zhengyang Media is much higher than that. What do you need the money for?"
This question, like a sharp knife, stabbed Rong Qing'e's wound once again.
Yes, she earns a good annual salary, but she has no money.
All that money went into that bottomless pit!
What should she say?
Is she saying her gambling-addicted husband has racked up huge debts with loan sharks and that if he doesn't pay them back, they'll chop off her fingers? Or is she saying those people are threatening to cause trouble at her company?
Regardless of the reason, it will only make the new and old bosses feel like they are a huge problem.
Rong Qing'e bit her lip, biting it hard, a metallic taste of blood filling her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, but she couldn't utter a word.
Just then, a charming yet languid female voice suddenly came clearly from Ning Xiuyang's phone receiver.
"Master, I...I'm a little tired, may I go to the restroom?"
It was Han Yunmei, who was lying face down at the foot of the bed. She had maintained this position for too long. Although her core strength was strong, her arms were starting to ache.
The sudden sound struck Rong Qing'e like a thunderbolt; she jerked her head up, her pupils dilating instantly.
Owner?
She thought she had misheard.
The voice was alluring and seductive, carrying a deliberate, ingratiating submissiveness, and that form of address...
Rong Qing'e's heart suddenly tightened, almost jumping out of her throat.
She instantly recalled the scenes she had witnessed at the company that afternoon.
The mature woman named Shen Yourong, after spending more than two hours in the conference room with the boss, emerged with a seductive, weak-legged posture; and the intimate interactions between Cheng Qingxia, Li Yuya, and Yang Yuanyuan and the boss when they left…
Could the woman accompanying the boss right now be one of them?
Or perhaps, they are all here?
On the outside, they are glamorous internet celebrities with countless fans.
But in private, they are nothing more than canaries kept by the boss, the boss's slaves.
She felt like an ignorant lamb who had stumbled into the lair of a ferocious beast, and the person she was now pleading for help from was the most powerful and dangerous beast in that lair.
A fear and panic far more profound than when she was cornered by debt collectors instantly gripped her heart.
"I'm so sorry, Chairman Ning! I'm so sorry to have bothered you!"
She reacted as if burned, frantically apologizing incoherently to the screen, "I...I don't actually need this money that much! I just...I just lost my mind, let me think of another way! I'm sorry! It's too late, I won't disturb your rest!"
After saying that, she didn't even dare to look at Ning Xiuyang's reaction and immediately pressed the hang-up button.
The video call has ended.
Rong Qing'e collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, her back pressed tightly against the cold bathroom wall. She hugged her knees, burying her face in them, her body trembling uncontrollably.
It’s over.
It's all over.
Not only did they fail to borrow the money, they also stumbled upon the boss's private fetish.
Will he feel that he knows a secret he shouldn't know, and then take his anger out on me?
Will he...?
Rong Qing'e dared not think any further. Her face flushed red and then turned pale. Shame, fear, despair... all sorts of emotions intertwined, and in the end, only a lifeless grayness remained in her beautiful eyes.
……
Meanwhile, in the same Xingfuli residential community...
Tong Anjin paced back and forth in the not-so-spacious living room, her eyebrows furrowed and her face etched with deep sorrow.
Her gaze was fixed on the WeChat chat interface on her phone screen.
Just over ten minutes ago, her landlady suddenly sent her a long message.
[Tongtong's Mom, I'm so sorry to bother you so late. There's something I really don't know how to tell you, but since it's a done deal, I have to say it. My son, who's studying abroad, suddenly said a few days ago that he's graduating and doesn't plan to stay abroad; he wants to come back to China Overseas. You know, I originally prepared this apartment for him. Now that he's coming back, this apartment... will probably need to be vacated within a week at the latest.]
【Oh, Tongtong's mom, I know this is sudden and I'm sorry to have put you in this difficult position. I rented it to you because I knew it wasn't easy for you to raise Tongtong alone, and the child is so well-behaved and adorable. We also agreed before renting that the house would be taken back once my son came back. I'm so sorry, you see…】
It's clear from the words that the landlord's tone was polite but also helpless.
Tong Anjin read it word by word, her heart sinking lower and lower.
She looked up from her phone and gazed into the inner room.
Through the crack in the door, I could see my daughter, Zheng Tongtong, sitting in front of the computer with a happy smile on her face, smiling as she took over the live stream for me, earnestly responding to every kind-hearted joke in the chat.
"Thank you for the glow stick, brother!"
"Wow, everyone stop sending gifts, let me sing you a song!"
Tong Anjin's mind alternated between her daughter's innocent and cheerful smile and the landlord's text message announcing her "eviction." Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, like a spilled spice bottle.