Pretend not to know each other at work.

  Seemingly sensing her shrinking back, Rong Yu quietly furrowed his brow. He glanced at her parents and smiled faintly: "Let's go home and talk about it."

  Xia Xinqin's ears perked up as she heard this, and she smiled: "Mr. Rong, it's too late today, why not pick up Yunxue early tomorrow morning?"

  "Mom, I'll report for work at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning." Qiao Yunxue said hastily.

  She glanced at her and smiled faintly: "The day after tomorrow, Saturday, I'll come early to pick up Yunxue."

  He said it so naturally, as if she was supposed to walk into his house on Saturday...

  "That's good." Xia Xinqin hastily pulled her daughter along, "We can still stay with mom for two more days."

  Her mother's mixed emotions of joy and worry, gains and losses, made Qiao Yunxue's eyes warm. This time, she would not be heartbroken for a man again, nor would she be hurt by a man. She had to carefully consider how this marriage could achieve the best balance.

  Qiao Yunxue deliberated for a whole night.

  The next day, I got up early and took out all the job suits from a year ago. Finally, I chose a beige suit skirt. After wearing it, I looked youthful and elegant, not bad at all.

  Holding her rice handbag, she stood in front of the mirror, looking very spirited. With a smile, she walked confidently towards Jinghua Real Estate.

  A distance of over a thousand meters, not too long, just right for exercising. Walking into Jinghua, passing by the parking lot. It seems that she glanced at a car that looked familiar, but she didn't stop. But when a man came out from inside, she suddenly walked hastily and pushed him into an Audi, herself also quickly getting in: "Mr. Rong, why didn't you tell me you also work in Jinghua?"

  Charming and handsome, he burst out with a hint of a smile: "You didn't ask, so I didn't say."

  Qiao Yunxue's eyes twitched - she didn't even have time to ask...

  Her eyes sparkled and she suddenly became serious, tightly grasping his arm: "Can we pretend not to know each other when we're at the company?"

  "..." Rong Qian's dark eyes suddenly deepened a few shades.

  "It's settled then." Seeing that he didn't immediately agree, she nodded to herself, "Which department do you work in? Tell me, I'll try not to go to your department and we can avoid running into each other."

  "Fifty floors," he said.

  "That's not necessary, I should rarely go there. As a supervisor, I won't attend any CEO or executive-level meetings, so we shouldn't meet often." Qiao Yunxue nodded in satisfaction, "What are you doing on the 50th floor?"

  "After some thought, Rong Qian smiled faintly: 'To assist the boss.'"

  "I get it, you're an assistant type!" Qiao Yunxue said with a look of realization, "In that case, we can't know each other even more."

  He came with interest: "Why?"

  "You're on the 50th floor, and close to the boss. If I make achievements and get promoted, people won't think it's because of my own ability, but will think you helped me get connections to get promoted." Qiao Yunxue said calmly.

  He nodded slightly, his dark eyes filled with a few more points of appreciation, but his tone was light: "Do you want to be a sales manager?"

  "I still want to be the marketing director!" Qiao Yunxue's lips curved upwards. After finishing, she opened the car door neatly and said, "I have to go to work. You can only come out after I've walked far away."

  With elegant steps, Qiao Yunxue walked into the Beijing Huahua Headquarters building with her head held high.

  Rong Qian walked out, gazing at that confident and elegant woman with a hint of ambition, and slightly curled her lips.

  He strode elegantly towards the elevator.