Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

"Qiao Zhichu," Song Weiyi called her name, "You are so high-profile and ostentatious, which will only bring you trouble."

"You thought you wouldn't get into trouble?"

"Wait and see."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zhichu was dejected, completely suppressed by Song Weiyi.

She slammed the microphone down, making a loud noise and attracting the attention of her colleagues.

"Sorry," she smiled, "my hand slipped."

Song Weiyi's words obviously have hidden meanings. What kind of trouble will she get into?

Being excluded by colleagues? Gossiping behind your back?

Qiao Zhichu was not afraid of these at all.

But it seems...it's not that simple.

But soon, Qiao Zhichu understood.

She had just signed for a delivery from the marketing department and hadn't put down her pen yet when the sound of high heels rang out, approaching the front desk.

"Who is Qiao Zhichu?" A clear and murderous voice echoed throughout the company's lobby, "Come out!"

Qiao Zhichu didn't respond and looked up.

A young girl with slightly curly chestnut hair, a fair face, and dressed in luxury brand clothes. She looks like a girl from a wealthy family, but with a childish baby face, she doesn't have much aura.

"I'm asking you who Qiao Zhichu is! Are you all speechless?" The girl was so angry that she stamped her feet, "Where is she!"

Several eyes were fixed on Qiao Zhichu.

The girl noticed her and immediately came over, looking her up and down.

Everyone was worried about Qiao Zhichu.

"Hello," Qiao Zhichu showed a standard smile with eight teeth, "My name is Qiao Zhichu, what's yours?"

"Zhong Shaoxin."

"Ms. Zhong, nice to meet you."

"You..." Zhong Shaoxin frowned, "Who wants to be polite with you?"

Qiao Zhichu still smiled: "Then may I ask, what are you doing here, Miss Zhong?"

"Come and see what you look like, you vixen. What abilities do you have to dare to seduce Brother Wei Yi?" Zhong Shaoxin raised her chin, "And you spread it everywhere. You have no shame at all!"

"So you came to see me specially." Qiao Zhichu blinked, "Who are you to Song Weiyi?"

Zhong Shaoxin paused and stammered, "I, I, I... who am I? Do I need to report to you?"

"Let me guess. Is it your childhood sweetheart? Or your fiancée? Or your potential boyfriend or girlfriend in the ambiguous period? Maybe it's just your wishful thinking? You have no name or status at all?"

"No name or status?" Zhong Shaoxin's eyes widened, a look of disbelief, "Everyone says that I will marry Brother Wei Yi in the future. But you, you are the woman who can't stand the light and can't be on the stage!"

Qiao Zhichu suddenly sighed: "It seems that you like Song Weiyi very much."

"Brother Wei Yi likes me too!"

Qiao Zhichu sighed again and shook her head.

More confusion appeared on Zhong Shaoxin's baby face: "You, what do you mean by this!"

"Come here," Qiao Zhichu hooked her finger, "I'll tell you a secret."

"secret?"

"Yes, about your brother Wei Yi."

Zhong Shaoxin approached with doubt: "What secret do you know?"

Qiao Zhichu leaned close to her ear, her voice was lowered but not too low: "Actually, Song Weiyi is not good at that... at all."

The front desk colleague next to me suddenly staggered, lost his balance, and quickly coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"What?" Zhong Shaoxin said, "Impossible!"