Chapter 120

The Superstar of the Tycoon Family — Latest Chapter

Rong Qing’s work had finally come to an end. She was now enjoying the leisure of staying at home, savoring the life of a wealthy lady without the slightest pressure. Apart from a few essential endorsements, she would not be accepting any more work for the time being. Though her presence had disappeared from the screen, some people did not need to show their faces repeatedly to increase their fame. The name Rong Qing had become synonymous with a national superstar. Her films and news reports were watched and followed again and again by her fans.

As one of the country’s most prominent first-tier stars, Rong Qing’s worth had multiplied, and naturally, the quality of her clothes and accessories had risen accordingly. Yet she held opinions about fashion and dress that differed from most people’s.

Fashion was created for the eye, to guide the public’s sense of beauty and establish a certain taste. She wore the carefully crafted designs of internationally renowned brands and master couturiers. But for everyday clothing, she believed one did not necessarily need to wear expensive luxuries encrusted with gold and jade. A uniquely styled shirt from a street-side shop, or a thoughtfully designed piece from an online store, could be just as fashionable so long as it was comfortable and creatively matched.

Her dressing room was crammed with clothes, shoes, and handbags, many of which had come from ordinary shops. When private detectives photographed the superstar Rong Qing and her image appeared on the covers of fashion magazines, the jeans she wore might not have cost even a hundred yuan.

Rong Qing’s loungewear consisted of several high-quality foreign brands, soft and comfortable against her skin. She lounged lazily in a reclining chair, with fresh fruit and imported juice on the table beside her. A laptop rested on her raised legs. The high-end business computer, equipped with top-of-the-line specifications, was running a fierce game of Plants vs. Zombies. Rong Qing’s fingers moved swiftly across the screen as she played alone, thoroughly enjoying herself.

When the butler entered and saw his mistress looking so idle she seemed to have nothing better to do with her life, he could no longer remain calm. With solemn respect, he handed her a thick stack of documents.

“What is this?” Rong Qing asked, flipping through a few pages at random. “Wenna Fashion Design Company? What on earth is this?”

She looked puzzled. Turning to the final page, she suddenly noticed several words that caught her attention:

Company shareholder: Rong Qing?!

She could clearly see her own “paw print” stamped on the document.

The expression on Rong Qing’s face became extraordinarily vivid. Like a kitten whose fur had been blown up, she bared her claws and teeth, waving her arms in fury. If Huo Lingtian had not escaped quickly, the furious little wildcat would probably have scratched him to ribbons.

She remembered how that despicable Huo Lingtian had fried her and fried her again the previous night, then boiled her and boiled her some more. Her lower back was still aching terribly. He—he had even taken advantage of her unconsciousness to press her paw print onto this irrefutable evidence. Men really were born in need of discipline!

“The family head asked me to give this to you, Miss, and to pass along his words,” Old Guo said. “The company belongs to you now. Whether it lives or dies is entirely up to you. If you find it troublesome and do not wish to manage it, you may hand it over to someone you trust. Above all, do not overwork yourself.”

A sharp gleam shone in Old Guo’s eyes.

Rong Qing sighed. Huo Lingtian clearly still did not understand her temperament. Still, it was only a small company, and fashion design was an industry that interested her. She could use it as an opportunity to gain some experience.

“Old Guo, have the car ready this afternoon. I’ll go take a look at the company first.”

Rong Qing selected an exquisite outfit from her dressing room. She wore a rose-pink trench coat and black ankle boots, her long hair falling behind her shoulders. Her fair, delicate face looked even more alluring against the pink, while the trim, tailored coat lent her an imposing air.

The car drove slowly into the city, heading in a familiar direction. Rong Qing’s doubts grew stronger with every passing moment. Why was the parking area beside that imposing, majestic skyscraper as well?

“We’ve arrived, Miss.”

Old Guo was the chief steward of the Huo residence and rarely appeared before the public, but he felt deeply honored to accompany the mistress of the Huo family on this trip.

Wearing high heels, Rong Qing raised her head and looked up at the landmark that dominated the skyline of the entire city. Standing beneath it, she felt deeply shaken by its overwhelming presence. This was the profound foundation of the century-old Huo family, advancing with the strength of a mighty force.

Rong Qing drew a deep breath and stepped into the palace of blue tiles and gray brick. Her high heels tapped against the gleaming floor with crisp clicks. In an instant, everyone on the company’s ground floor was drawn to the group entering the building.

Rong Qing’s vivid outfit, even with her sunglasses on, could not conceal her unmistakable star quality. The employees who had been buried in their work stared at her in confusion.

Rong Qing had not intended to put on such a grand display. Who could have imagined the spectacle created by a superstar who dominated the film world walking in with a whole entourage behind her? On the Huo family’s territory, no one else would have dared to be so overbearing.

Just then, a tall woman in professional attire hurried out of the elevator.

“Madam… Madam, this way. Your office is on the fifth floor.”

Lu Mengyi was breathless. Heaven knew how thrilled she had been upon learning that the mistress of the household was coming—and how tormented she felt for having been too late to welcome her. It was completely unbecoming of a perfect secretary. She could only blame her superior for informing her at the last possible moment. Ahhh!

Rong Qing was finally freed from the embarrassment of being stared at by an entire crowd and followed the girl into the elevator.

“Madam, you can call me Mengyi. If you need anything in the future, just come to me.”

The girl’s shy and friendly manner eased Rong Qing considerably, and she smiled in response.

“Don’t keep calling me Madam. I’m not that old yet. I think we’re about the same age, so just call me Rong Qing.”

“Of course, Rong Qing.”

The two of them got along pleasantly, and the atmosphere relaxed at once.

Meanwhile, the people who had been watching from below were jolted awake by the word Madam. So that had been the mysterious young mistress of the Huo Group—the heavenly superstar Rong Qing! No wonder she had such an extraordinary presence. Good heavens, she had been standing right in front of them, yet they had failed to recognize her.

The entire fifth floor belonged to the Wenna design studio. A successful fashion company needed a complete team: creativity, marketing, and logistics were all indispensable. Seeing the tightly organized staff at work from outside, Rong Qing was deeply satisfied.

“This is your office.”

Rong Qing was taking in the surroundings when Lu Mengyi led her into a room. The interior was decorated in shades of sky blue. A massive solid-wood desk held two dedicated computers. A high-end liquor cabinet, a dining table for receiving guests, and all the necessary furnishings had been prepared. In the adjoining room stood an enormous pink bed for two, along with a fully equipped bathroom and dressing room.

Rong Qing: What a trap. They had clearly set it up long ago, just waiting for her to walk into it.

Apart from the excessively luxurious and comfortable surroundings, she was quite satisfied. She sat down on the leather sofa and bounced twice. It was exceedingly comfortable and resilient.

“These are photographs from last quarter’s fashion show,” Lu Mengyi said, handing a catalog to Rong Qing. “Wenna is the first domestic brand to participate in a European fashion exhibition. Although it cannot yet compare with the top French labels, its sales among younger women are still quite impressive. Wenna has only been developing for two years, but it has already recruited renowned domestic designers such as He Yun, and the results have been remarkable.”

Rong Qing flipped through the catalog. The vivid photographs and flawless combinations genuinely brightened her eyes.

The surprise was real, but something unique was still missing. No matter how outstanding the styling and designs were, the overall style of the fashion show leaned heavily toward Europe and America.

Noticing Mengyi waiting nearby, Rong Qing smiled and said, “You don’t need to stay here and attend to me. Everything I need is here. I’ll slowly learn what I don’t understand and study everything bit by bit. One day, I’ll be able to carry this brand.”

Lu Mengyi’s face flushed. After enduring the inhuman treatment inflicted by Young Master Huo, the assistant could not help sighing inwardly. The president’s wife was so much better—refined, courteous, dignified, elegant, and always smiling at people. She made the employees feel as though spring had arrived.

Rong Qing spent the entire afternoon in her office, reading through every document and design related to Wenna on the bookshelves. By the end, she had gained a general understanding of the company’s circumstances.

Meanwhile, Huo Lingtian had arrived on the top floor that afternoon, but he was completely distracted. Every ten minutes, he glanced at the clock on the wall, practically wishing the hands would whirl around several times in one breath so that the workday could end.

At last, just as Young Master Huo’s patience was running out, the trembling hands finally pointed to six o’clock.

The Huo Group’s president, who had been pretending to remain composed, immediately lost all restraint. He put on his jacket, adjusted his suit and tie, and picked up the intercom.

“Hello, darling. Work’s over. Shall we go have dinner together?”

Huo Lingtian struggled to suppress the excitement in his voice. Just imagining himself upstairs and his darling downstairs, leaving early and returning late together every day, living as a career couple—he was so thrilled he could hardly stand it.

“Oh. You go ahead. I still have work to do.”

Rong Qing’s voice was indifferent, and she sounded entirely uninterested.

Damn it! Who dared assign work to his wife? Were they tired of living?

Everything was perfect except for the final human element. He absolutely could not allow this wonderful moment to be ruined.

Huo Lingtian coaxed her patiently. “What work could be so urgent? You don’t have to finish it all at once. Skipping meals will give you stomach trouble. Darling, come eat with me.”

He brought out his secret weapon: playing the poor, pitiful husband.

“I’m newly appointed, and there’s a mountain of work waiting for me. Be good and don’t disturb me.”

With a beep, Rong Qing hung up.

Holding the receiver, she smiled brightly, her eyes gleaming. Hmph. That would teach him to make decisions on his own.

She knew that he had handed the company over to her so she would have something to rely on within the family, and fashion was indeed an industry that interested her. But she was still displeased. That man was using company business for his own private agenda, with all sorts of ulterior motives in mind. The king-size bed in their bedroom and the fact that they worked in the same building both revealed his selfish intentions.

Huo Lingtian ground his teeth in frustration, but there was nothing he could do. After finally getting his darling under his watchful eye, he thought for a moment, then headed downstairs.

“President.”

“Good afternoon, President.”

Everyone he passed greeted him. Huo Lingtian answered with a smile, looking perfectly calm as he knocked on the door of the director’s office.

“Rong Qing… Qing’er… darling… baby… wife…”

Huo Lingtian pursed his lips and called out pitifully to the person buried in her work. His miserable figure had been staring at her for more than an hour.

If the person before him had been a flower, it would have blossomed under the force of his fervent affection long ago.

Unfortunately, his wife had made up her mind to punish him.

At last, Rong Qing lifted her gaze from the pile of photographs and gave him a bored look. Calmly, she returned the documents spread across the desk to the bookshelf, picked up her coat, and walked toward the door.

“Wife, wife, where are you going?”

Huo Lingtian hurried after her and blocked her path. Could it be… could she be annoyed with him and planning to leave?

Rong Qing helplessly rolled her eyes and said with undisguised amusement, “Weren’t you asking me to dinner? Let’s go.”

“Excellent! Let’s go right now.”

Huo Lingtian followed eagerly behind his wife, more than happy to serve her in every possible way.