Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 606 - 586 - : Torturing Single Dogs to Death

Jiayi felt like a middle school student caught in a romance by their elders and hastily handed her phone to Xiaoqin, "Put it away."

Xiaoqin noticed something and couldn’t help laughing, "Boss and Miss Chu are so sweet. Is it because Boss wants to see Miss Chu in her wedding dress at the first opportunity?"

Today, Boss had a meeting with several high-ranking officials from China, and amidst such an important meeting, he still didn’t forget to exchange flirty messages with Miss Chu... It’s simply torture for us single folks.

Sweet? Sweet my foot.

The wedding dress was somewhat heavy, and Jiayi was already breaking out in a sweat. Now, with Xiaoqin’s laughter, she felt even hotter and blushed from ear to ear, "I’ll go for a walk in the main hall outside."

Just what she wanted, as she was also keen on seeing more of F. Wang’s wedding dresses and gowns.

The clerk also said, "It’s good for the bride to walk around in her wedding dress to see if there are any tight or loose spots. After all, you’ll have to wear it and move around all day during the ceremony! Better get used to it."

Jiayi walked out of the fitting room and started browsing.

F. Wang’s store was large, divided into several halls inside and out. Before long, she wandered to the main hall near the front entrance and immediately saw a familiar figure pressing clothes by a corner rack.

Tong Xiaomian, whom she hadn’t seen for a long time, was working here.

Tong Xiaomian clearly saw Jiayi too, and her hand holding the electric iron wobbled, almost burning her hand, instead falling on the dress.

An employee let out a cry of alarm, hurriedly grabbed the iron, and scolded, "What are you doing? You almost ruined the dress! You can’t even iron properly."

"I’m sorry..." Tong Xiaomian bit her lip, silently starting to cry, then looked at Jiayi, "Jiayi, long time no see..."

The employees all paused and turned to Jiayi, "Is Tong Xiaomian... a friend of Miss Chu?"

Jiayi didn’t hesitate, "Just a former colleague. Not a friend."

Tong Xiaomian, no longer caring about anything else, circled around the ironing board and approached her, her eyes brimming with tears as she grabbed Jiayi’s arm, "Jiayi, I’m sorry, back in Yundu, I really didn’t mean to target you, you know, we were all newcomers, it was either you or me rising up, I had no choice..."

Before she could finish, Jiayi pulled her arm away and looked at her impassively, "Are you working here now?"

Tong Xiaomian nodded vigorously through her sobs.

Jiayi turned to Xiaoqin, "Am I already the owner of F. Wang?"

Xiaoqin said, "Of course."

"Can I fire her?" Jiayi looked at the shop manager.

The manager immediately nodded, "Yes, this Tong Xiaomian has only been here a month, and she hasn’t been very attentive to her work."

Tong Xiaomian’s face turned ashen, "Why?"

Jiayi said coolly, "I can’t persuade myself to keep someone who has hurt me, someone who is deceitful and two-faced, who used underhanded tactics to rise to the top. Miss Tong is good at scheming, but this isn’t a palace drama. We need skill here, not someone playing mind games with colleagues, which could affect team morale. Miss Tong could try elsewhere, but as long as I own this store, I can’t allow you to turn it into a den of strife."

Tong Xiaomian trembled with anger, blurting out, "Try elsewhere? You make it sound so easy! Don’t you know that on the day Mr. Huo kicked me out of Yundu, he informed the fashion design industry in Yunling? Any company with the slightest reputation refuses to hire me!"

"What goes around comes around," Jiayi said, fixing her gaze on Tong Xiaomian. "If that’s too profound and you don’t understand, I can put it in simpler and blunter terms: you reap what you sow. Do you understand?"

If one chooses to harm others, they must face the consequences.

"Where can I go?" Tong Xiaomian was dumbfounded and burst into tears, "Then please go plead with Mr. Huo on my behalf, at least let him make some allowances so that I can still have a foothold in the design industry, so that other design houses will accept me, okay?"

Looking at Tong Xiaomian, for some reason, Jiayi felt as though she saw Su Yan.

Both of them were people she had once trusted, yet both had stabbed her in the back, albeit to different extents.

As for Su Yan, Jiayi always carried a burden, not wanting to owe her, considering it even.

But as for someone like Tong Xiaomian, who seemed nothing more than a jumping jack, Jiayi truly couldn’t find a reason to treat her kindly and care for her.

"That’s what he wants. If you have the ability, you can go beg him yourself, I can’t manage that. As for where you go, you can leave Yunling, leave the coast, or dive into another industry. The world is vast, no one can truly cut off all your paths. If you insist on being stubborn, I can’t do anything about it," Jiayi said with a turn of her face, no longer bothered to say anything.

"Tong Xiaomian, off you go." The store manager had already spoken, Tong Xiaomian was on probation, there was no need for any notice, they could tell her to pack up and leave directly.

Losing her spirit, Tong Xiaomian exchanged her uniform in a daze under the stern gazes of several employees, then prepared to pack up and beat it.

...

After the short commotion, Jiayi’s mood was also disturbed; she certainly hadn’t expected to encounter Tong Xiaomian here.

She walked alone to the floor-to-ceiling window near the entrance, where the cool, refreshing breeze passed by, dispelling the restlessness she felt all over.

Because she enjoyed the coolness, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while longer, watching the busy traffic on the road.

Meanwhile, outside the F. Wang bridal shop, hidden behind a French sycamore tree, a tall and slender figure stood, his gaze piercing through the bustling passersby and through the floor-to-ceiling window, resting upon a pure white, gorgeous bride.

The young bride was stunningly beautiful, with almond-shaped eyes and long lashes fluttering, her slightly upturned red lips exquisitely alluring. Clad in a peerless white wedding dress, she had shed her usual immaturity and looked like a goddess standing in the breeze.

There was a time when she was a carefree young girl, and now, she had finally put on a wedding dress.

She was really going to marry that man.

After all the twists and turns, the world had changed, and he had never managed to wait for her to change her heart.

The man’s breath halted, his gaze fixing intently, treasuring every moment, as if he might not get another chance to see her if he didn’t look enough now. As his eyes traced the outline of her wedding dress, his hands involuntarily clenched, his knuckles cracking softly.

Jiayi’s eyes flickered, catching a glimpse of that familiar figure, but saw him turn away, striding off from the bridal shop and disappearing down a side alley—

Was it him?

Indeed, it was him— that day at the department store, she thought she had seen wrong.

He really had come to Yunling?

But why would he appear, preferring to stay in the shadows rather than meet her?

Her palms sweated, and for some reason, her heart raced. She didn’t even think to call Xiaoqin before she instinctively chased after him, running toward the direction of the figure.

The wedding dress was too heavy, and she was wearing high heels; Jiayi struggled to reach the entrance of the alley.

This was a quiet, narrow alley, not very long, with walls on both sides, connecting the streets at either end of the alley.

At this moment, the alley was so quiet that one could almost hear a pin drop, with no sign of the man’s figure anywhere.