The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship-Chapter 479 - 426 Falling Behind

Chapter 479: Chapter 426 Falling Behind
Zhuo Yuqing and Tong Bi, one was going to interview a popular diva, the other a second-tier actor. Tong Bi felt a significant disparity in their assignments, especially since they were in the heat of the deputy editor contest.
Unable to hold back her frustration, Tong Bi found an opportunity and stormed into the president’s office.
The president was on the phone, but when he saw her come in, he quickly wrapped up the call, "Tong Bi, coming in without knocking now? "
Tong Bi did not rush forward but instead locked the door behind her. Upon hearing the lock click, the president’s heart trembled a little, knowing what Tong Bi’s action meant; he was both expectant and apprehensive, worried that such behavior, if known by others in the press, would tarnish his image.
The president then gestured for Tong Bi to sit on the desk, completely oblivious to the fact that she was stealthily taking pictures with her phone. "Tong Bi, what brings you here?"
"You don’t know, Zhuo Yuqing has powerful backing."
"Backing? Stronger than yours?" Tong Bi scoffed.
"Remember the time you asked me to have her work overtime during the holidays? I had already arranged it, do you know who called me to give her leave?"
"Who was it?" Tong Bi asked nonchalantly, fiddling with her nails.
"It was Bai Chengxi from Xingdong."
Tong Bi suddenly recalled seeing Zhuo Yuqing stepping out of a Bentley - could it have been Bai Chengxi’s car? No wonder she constantly made the headlines; just a few tidbits from Bai Chengxi were enough for her to thrive.
She really was capable, even managing to attract someone like Bai Chengxi.
"Tong Bi, you know, Mr. Bai is someone we cannot afford to offend. If we irritate him, we’re done for," the president patted her hand, "So, just bear with it a bit longer, and don’t provoke her unnecessarily."
"So you mean to say I just keep quiet and let her step all over me forever?" Tong Bi grew visibly agitated, raising her voice, "I don’t care who her backing is, this time I must secure the deputy editor position."
The president, desperately trying to reason with her, grew frustrated as Tong Bi wouldn’t have any of it. Letting go of her hand, his expression darkened, "Stop being foolish. I won’t offend Bai Chengxi."
That clearly meant he wouldn’t antagonize the head of Xingdong for her; she wasn’t influential enough.
"Ha," Tong Bi jumped out of his arms, looking at the president’s angry face, she sneered, "Typical, all you men prioritize your own interests."
"Tong Bi, do you even know what you’re saying?" the president glared, irritated.
"Of course I do." Tong Bi waved her phone in front of the president, "See what this is?"
The president squinted but couldn’t make it out before Tong Bi hurriedly pocketed the phone. He pleaded, "Let me see."
"Want to see? Check your own phone." Tong Bi pointed towards the president’s desk as his phone lit up with a new WeChat message.
The president hurriedly checked it and when he saw the photos Tong Bi had just sent, his face went pale,
"You... you... you despicable woman!" He trembled with rage, nearly smashing his phone, "What do you want?"
"I’ve made myself very clear about what I want. I don’t think my request is unreasonable. Either fire Zhuo Yuqing or give me the deputy editor position, otherwise, I’ll distribute these photos to everyone in the magazine, and yes, let’s not forget your fierce wife and mother-in-law. Then, you’ll really be in trouble."
Having said her piece, Tong Bi walked up to the president, who was too angry to speak, and slapped his face, "Did you think you could take advantage of me without any repercussions? Dream on, those naive days are long gone."
The president’s intentions had been exposed; he had been using Tong Bi, occasionally offering her small perks, never expecting to be blackmailed by her. She did not usually seem so scheming.
"Tong Bi, what do you gain by burning bridges with me? Do you really think I won’t fire you right now?"
"Go ahead and try." Tong Bi stepped back gracefully towards the door, twisting the lock open as she reached it, and mockingly added, "Next time not only lock the door but beware of being filmed."
"Bitch." The president couldn’t hold back and cursed out loud, but Tong Bi had already vanished.
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After work, Bai Chengxi returned home where Zhuo Yuqing, who hadn’t worked overtime, had already arrived. On hearing him, she hurriedly greeted him, "Welcome back."
She took his coat, about to hang it up,
never had a woman made him feel like this before.
His nerves uncontrollably tensed up, now, any information related to Su Yingluo found near Zhuo Yuqing made him especially nervous.
"What are you doing with all these magazines?" Bai Chengxi tried to maintain a calm tone, but he knew how tense he was. Had Zhuo Yuqing discovered something and was investigating Su Yingluo?
"I have an interview with Su Yingluo tomorrow, but I’m not very familiar with her,
Bai Chengxi seemed to sigh in relief, "Did your magazine arrange this?"
"It was Su Yingluo who initiated it, she specifically asked for me, which I found odd,
"Do you have any gossip about her that you could share?" Zhuo Yuqing clung to his arm coquettishly, "Better safe than sorry."
Bai Chengxi stared at her face, lost in thought, until Zhuo Yuqing shook his arm, snapping him back to reality: "What?"
"I asked if you have any news about her."
Bai Chengxi, holding her hand thoughtfully, "No."
"That’s right, she’s not from your Xingdong," Zhuo Yuqing pouted.
Soon after, Aunt Tian called them for dinner, and Zhuo Yuqing stopped bringing up Su Yingluo.
After dinner, Zhuo Yuqing nestled on the sofa watching TV while Bai Chengxi retired to his study. He usually spent time with her when she was home, but today, as if urgent, he left the dining table for work. Zhuo Yuqing didn’t mind and continued watching her melodramatic series.
As soon as Bai Chengxi closed the study door, he pulled out his phone. If possible, he would never want to dial this number again. He had once called it continuously until his phone died. Reflecting on it now, he felt he had been young and naive.