Chapter 52: Old and New Grievances

Nan Yao noticed the sports car following Nan Zhi at a steady distance, a hint of doubt flickering in her eyes. “Does the owner of that car know Nan Zhi?”

Fu Sijing scoffed, her lips curling in disdain. “Yao Yao, you’re overthinking it. Nan Zhi is nothing but a faded flower. How could she possibly attract the attention of the owner of a Lykan Hypersport? Even if it were some middle-aged man, he’d never be interested in her!”

Nan Yao pursed her lips thoughtfully, withdrawing her gaze from the sports car. She turned to Fu Sijing, her smile gentle. “Sijing, as far as I know, the TV station is only hiring four anchors this time. I’ve already been accepted outright. Your preliminary score was third, so as long as you don’t mess up the second round, you’re in for sure.”

Fu Sijing grinned smugly. “Even though I’m not as good as you, Yao Yao, I’m still confident I’ll be selected.”

“Unfortunately…” Nan Yao sighed softly, a trace of regret in her eyes. “A few days ago, I had someone check the preliminary results. Nan Zhi was late but managed to get an interview thanks to her looks—Director Han Mo made an exception for her. Aside from the points deducted for tardiness, her score was just above yours, putting her ahead of you.”

Fu Sijing’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Isn’t Director Han Mo notorious for hating tardiness? Nan Zhi was late and still got an interview?” She clenched her teeth in anger. “That wretched woman—she must have been flirting shamelessly again.”

“Director Han is a woman.”

“She’s just that cheap—she’ll even seduce women.”

Nan Yao glanced at Fu Sijing, whose hatred for Nan Zhi was bone-deep, and echoed lightly, “With that face of hers, who wouldn’t like her? Once she becomes an anchor, I bet the audience will love her too.”

Nan Zhi wasn’t only uniquely beautiful, but her looks carried no aggression. Such beauty was sure to win the viewers’ favor.

Nan Yao’s words brought Fu Sijing back to her own past crush—the class president she once secretly liked.

If it hadn’t been for Nan Zhi’s meddling, the class president would never have left Ning City. Old grudges and new jealousies flared within Fu Sijing, fueling her envy. She snorted coldly, “Just wait, Yao Yao. Watch how I deal with that wretch!”

As Nan Zhi approached the entrance to the TV station, the blare of a car horn startled her. She turned instinctively and saw the sports car that had followed her. A shiver of fear ran through her.

The man behind the wheel, wearing black sunglasses, lifted his hand from the window. His slender fingers, like carved jade, pressed together as he brought them to his lips and blew her a flirtatious kiss.

He was both handsome and audacious.

Worried someone might see, Nan Zhi quickly averted her gaze and pretended not to know him.

The man smirked, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped off.

Nan Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and started toward the lobby. Suddenly, she felt a rush of heat on her chest—coffee-colored liquid spilled down her pale blue suit, staining it as it flowed.

“Oh, sorry! I twisted my ankle just now and couldn’t hold my coffee steady. I didn’t mean to spill it on you,” Fu Sijing said. Though she was apologizing, her lovely face showed little remorse—rather, she seemed to relish Nan Zhi’s misfortune.

There were only ten minutes left before the second round of interviews. Even if Nan Zhi called someone to bring her new clothes, there wouldn’t be enough time.

Now she had only two choices: attend the interview in stained clothes, or be late because she went to change.

Either option would put Nan Zhi at a considerable disadvantage.

After her insincere apology, Fu Sijing linked arms with Nan Yao and strutted into the elevator, not waiting for Nan Zhi’s response.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a slender, pale hand reached in. Nan Zhi squeezed inside, stumbling forward.

With a ripping sound, Fu Sijing’s white satin gown tore open, exposing a large swath of skin.

Imitating Fu Sijing’s earlier tone, Nan Zhi said, “Oh, sorry! I twisted my ankle and accidentally grabbed your dress.”

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