The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

As expected, Chi Qi got nothing. How could the front desk disclose the young master's information to outsiders, even VIP customers of the hotel?

Chi Qi put his hands in his trouser pockets, thinking in distress. To go to the executive floor, you need a door card. Even if you book a room on the same floor, you can't rashly knock on the door of each room. Who knows who will offend? I'm afraid the hotel will put me on the blacklist and bring shame to the family, even if I am just a side branch and a daughter who is not valued.

There was a flash of sarcasm in his eyes, but it was only for a short moment before he started thinking about the current thorny matter. After a moment, Chi Qi no longer hesitated to call his boss's cell phone. Who asked Fan Jiaer to turn off her phone? And President Ding and the Fan brothers and sisters have a deep friendship. It's late, so what? After all, Sister An An is your secretary. After all, he was not sure whether this call would be useful, but he had to do something. He knew Fan Jiaer's habits and past behavior, and he had heard about some of Sister An An's family affairs and difficulties.

Just as he was thinking, the call was connected. Chi Qi was not surprised, because he could always get through to his boss no matter how late it was.

"Boss, excuse me." The other party hummed to show that he didn't mind. Chi Qi briefly told what she saw and what Fan Jiaer's companions said. She didn't know whether the boss knew about Fan Jiaer's private "interests". She was afraid that the other party didn't understand what she meant, or that if he did, he would not pay attention to it. Just as she was about to explain further, she heard an extremely cold question from the other end of the phone:

"How long has it been?"

"ten minutes."

"Don't move, wait for my news."

Before he could reply, the phone receiver beeped, and Chi Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad for An An that the boss took the matter seriously.

In a moment, a text message rang from the phone. It was from the boss! Chi Qi quickly checked and saw that it was a set of numbers. She immediately recognized it as the room number. Then the boss called again:

"Someone will take you upstairs right away. If Fan Jiaer doesn't open the door, you must break it open, whether by bashing or chopping. I'll be right there."

Again, without waiting for a reply, the phone was hung up. Not far away, hurried footsteps ran towards her. Chi Qi saw a man dressed as a foreman and immediately followed him into the executive suite and went straight to the elevator. There was no conversation on the way. When she arrived at the door, she saw the person in charge of the floor knocking politely. Chi Qi hurriedly shouted, "Fan Jiaer, open the door! Do you hear me?"

A voice came from inside: "No! Huh? Chi Qi? You are sick, let me see how I will settle the score with you!"

"Okay! Let's do the math. Open the door! Let An Yi out!"

"You're thinking about her too? It's too late. Get lost!"

"I'm not as tasteless as you. If you want to play, go find someone like you. Don't use innocent people to satisfy your evil taste!" Chi Qi said as she swung her fist at the door. She had already tried the door card handed to her by the customer service manager, but it was locked from the inside and could not be opened at all.

His boss was so good at predicting things! So Chi Qi raised his foot and kicked, but the door was so solid that it didn't budge at all. He turned around and said to the two people beside him, "You guys come too! Someone will be responsible for the consequences."

"Don't come in, otherwise you will be fired in minutes!" Fan Jiaer shouted from inside the door.

The two hotel managers really didn't dare to do it. They lowered their heads and decided to play dead. They didn't dare to offend those inside the door, nor could they offend those outside. This female hero was another young master of the Fan family with a more important status: Fan Jiaer's brother Fan Jiayao had just called to give instructions. Although the instructions were also to open the door, they didn't dare to hit and beat. They were just trying to persuade them with kind words.

The female warrior had already searched for nearby tools. It seemed that even if the door was not broken, it would be disfigured. The two of them were distressed. Fortunately, in order to ensure the guests' rest and privacy, the administration implemented a two-room per elevator, and the two adjacent suites here were reserved for the owner, so there was no need to worry about this embarrassing scene being seen by outsiders. I wonder if Mr. Fan had foreseen it and made such a smart arrangement.

The elevator door opened again, and Fan Jiayao came in. He frowned, and without speaking to anyone, he shouted directly to the inside of the door: "Jiaer, I'm your brother. Open the door!"

"No! Go away!"

"Jia'er!"

"Walk!

Seeing that Fan Jiaer didn't even listen to her brother, Chi Qi picked up the hammer from the fireproof box and was about to hit her, but his hand was grabbed.

"No need to bother." Fan Jiayao instructed the floor manager beside him, "Open that door."

"Yes." The man led them to the utility room between the two suites. It turned out that there was a secret door leading to the room, which was usually concealed by a large floor-to-ceiling cabinet.

After the manager entered the password and Fan Jiayao pressed his fingerprint, the door opened. Fan Jiayao did not go in, but said to Chi Qi: "There are only women inside, you go in first."

Chi Qi nodded and walked in quickly. He found An Yi lying unconscious on the sofa, with her clothes still neatly arranged. Miss Fan was struggling to move a cabinet to block the door. Chi Qi sneered and said to the people behind him, "Come in."

Fan Jiaer was shocked to hear someone talking behind her and she screamed uncontrollably...

Ten minutes later, Ding Hong hurried over. On the way, he had received a call from Chi Qi and learned about the situation. But when he saw An Yi sleeping on the sofa covered with a thin blanket, he could no longer control his anger and yelled at Fan Jiaer:

"how dare you?!"

Fan Jiayao had already stood in front of Jiaer when Ding Hong came in, taking most of the firepower for her. Fortunately, Ding Hong no longer paid attention to others, strode to the sofa, squatted down, touched An Yi's forehead, and checked her temperature.

"An Yi, An Yi, how are you? What's wrong with you?" Ding Hong asked anxiously even though he knew he would not get a response. His heart was beating like a drum and he wished he could fly over.

"She just drank too much and fell asleep." Fan Jiaer curled up on the sofa on the other side. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't scared when Xiao Jiang rushed in. Only then did she realize that her biological brother was her biological brother and was much more reliable than an outsider.

"What did you give her to drink? How much did she drink?" Ding Hong asked with his head tilted, trying to lower his voice as much as possible for fear of disturbing the sleeping person.

Fan Jiaer pouted, and when her brother urged her with his eyes, she answered reluctantly: "Two glasses of orange juice, um... a little wine in it. Later we drank another glass together, that one was indeed stronger, but the amount was very small!" As she spoke, she felt very aggrieved: "It's really that she can't drink much, it's not easy for us to get her drunk? Of course, she is also very vigilant."

Seeing the questioning eyes of several people in the room staring at her, Fan Jiaer shouted angrily: "That's really it! I like to use wine to liven up the atmosphere, but I don't like to play zombie, and I don't want to do such a despicable thing."

After hearing this, Ding Hong turned back and looked at An Yi carefully, and his anger instantly grew! He saw a light red color on the side of An Yi's lips, and he wiped it with his hand. What else could it be but a lipstick mark? Could it be An Yi's own? No, she didn't put anything on her lips, so it wasn't her lipstick that overflowed. He carefully lifted a corner of the thin blanket, and found that the same lipstick was also stained on the snow-white neck and collar... Ding Hong closed his eyes and tried his best to be patient, and continued to check. He saw that An Yi's buttons were tightly buttoned, and he didn't know whether it was not opened or buttoned later. He was inconvenient and unwilling to check further. He covered the thin blanket again, and his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse, so he reached out and pushed aside a few strands of black hair, and sure enough, he saw that on the earlobe... Ding Hong stood up and rushed straight to Fan Jiaer!

So what if she's a woman? Ding Hong will teach her a lesson anyway!

Fan Jiayao was quick-witted and stopped Ding Hong. He knew that Ding Hong had lost his mind in his rage and would not show mercy or care about their friendship. Neither of them gave in and pushed each other away. Fan Jiayao felt guilty for his sister and tried his best to defend himself, while Ding Hong's target was the female devil who was hiding on the sofa and trembling...

"Ding Hong! Calm down! Jia'er may have acted a little crazy, but she would never do what you think she did! We should hear her explanation!"

"Do you think I'm blind?! Are those marks on An Yi's body fake? Fan Jiaer, you are such a bastard! You are such a wicked person!"

"I didn't do anything immoral!" Fan Jiaer was also scolded at this time. This was Brother Xiao Jiang, whom she had known since childhood! He was her first crush! He didn't trust her at all and even looked like he was going to beat her up. Thinking of this, tears couldn't stop falling. She stood on the sofa and cried, "I, Fan Jiaer, am not that mean! Yes, I used some tricks to lure her over, but she fell asleep soon after, and then you took turns to come and bang on the door. I was so angry that you all treated me as a bad guy that I refused to open it..."

"How do you explain the lipstick marks! If it's not yours, then whose is it? I'll kill her!" Ding Hong suddenly thought that there might be more than one "criminal" and immediately looked around the room. Then he saw Chi Qi sitting not far away. When he saw his eyes sweeping over him, he shook his head to indicate that there was no one else in the room.

"She was a little confused after coming out of the bar, but her brain was absolutely clear. We...we were going pretty smoothly." Jiaer cried aggrievedly. Seeing Ding Hong staring at her fiercely, she muttered stubbornly to prove her innocence: "You only saw the marks on her body, that's because she didn't wear lipstick, otherwise the marks on my body would be even more than hers..."

"Who wants to listen to you! You deserve it if she bites a piece of your flesh off!" Ding Hong interrupted. If he continued to listen, he might really strangle his friend's bold and arrogant sister to death.

Fan Jiayao was also annoyed: My funny sister! Now even a blind man can see that Ding Hong has unusual feelings for his female subordinate, and you still say that she is with you... You are simply courting death. He quickly guided his sister back to the point: "And then? She slept?"

"Yeah." Jiaer is not stupid. After assessing the situation, she sat back on the sofa listlessly, no longer as domineering as before: "I was annoyed by the ringing of my cell phone, and when I turned it off and came back, she was already asleep. I thought it was boring, so I thought of letting her sleep here. There are a bunch of sisters downstairs waiting for me to change places, so I went to take a shower and change clothes. Then all the people who were knocking on the door came one by one. That's it." After speaking, she shrugged and was too lazy to speak again.

There was silence in the room. Fan Jiayao pinched his brows and spoke first: "Ding Hong, it seems that Miss An has not been..."

Ding Hong shone with a cold light, and Fan Jiayao did not dare to continue. Yes, whether one was hurt or not should be defined by Miss An, not by others, not to mention that he was the relative of the perpetrator, and had no right to speak.

"Mr. Ding, when we came in, Miss Fan's hair was still a little wet. She had indeed just finished taking a shower. Sister An An's clothes are like this now. Judging from the time, what she just said should be the truth." Chi Qi walked over and expressed her own judgment. She was the only real outsider here, and she was involved from beginning to end.

Fan Jiaer jumped onto the sofa again and pointed at Chi Qi and yelled, "Stop pretending to be a good person! All this is because of you jumping around and meddling in other people's business!"

"Me? Fan Jiaer, you know the tricks you played." If Sister An An hadn't been drunk, what would have happened next? But Chi Qi didn't want to say more.

Jia Er was about to argue, but was suppressed by her brother again. Ding Hong's actions at this time surprised everyone: he had picked up An Yi from the sofa and walked towards the door...