Chapter 606

Then again, Zhangbai, who exactly is the person you like? You’ve been hiding them for so long—can’t you at least give us a hint?

He Zhangbai looked at the screen, and after a long pause, replied: [I’ll tell you all soon.]

Qi Yuming immediately replied: [You’d better not back out!!]

He Zhangbai: [Mm.]

Lin Wu said nothing.

But she knew that when He Zhangbai said “soon,” he meant the moment Feng Tingshen and Rong Ci officially divorced.

…

The next day.

After dropping Feng Jingxin off at school, Rong Ci returned to the company and soon went to Feng Corporation with Gu Yan and the others.

Unluckily, they ran into Ren Jifeng and Ye Qiuyu right outside Feng Corporation’s building.

When Yu Moxun was still around, Ren Jifeng would at least speak politely to Rong Ci. Now that Yu Moxun was gone, Ren Jifeng pretended not to recognize her at all and walked straight into the elevator with Ye Qiuyu and the others.

Ye Qiuyu knew Changmo had a partnership with Feng Corporation, but he hadn’t expected to run into Rong Ci.

Still, after a moment of surprise, he looked away.

Rong Ci also pretended not to know him or Ye Qiuyu, entering another elevator with Gu Yan and the others—only to run into them again after exiting.

But since they were working on different projects with Feng Corporation, they were soon separated and led to different meeting rooms by Feng Corporation staff.

Rong Ci’s group stayed until the afternoon before leaving, but since Ren Jifeng and Feng Corporation had only just begun their collaboration, Ye Qiuyu and the others were still there when they departed.

As Rong Ci’s group left, it was nearly afternoon tea time at Feng Corporation; most people had gone for tea, while Ren Jifeng went upstairs to see Feng Tingshen. Ye Qiuyu had also planned to take a break, but he noticed an issue in the data they’d compiled, so he picked up Ren Jifeng’s laptop to cross-check the figures.

After finishing the verification and about to exit, he accidentally clicked something and opened a folder.

He realized his mistake and tried to close it—but when he saw the photos inside, he froze. His face changed instantly, and he shot a sharp glance toward the direction Rong Ci had just left.

At that moment, his colleague returned with afternoon tea. Ye Qiuyu swiftly copied the folder, then closed the page and shut Ren Jifeng’s laptop.

His colleague had already reached him and handed him the tea, smiling: “Why so flustered? Someone might think you did something shameful.”

Ye Qiuyu hadn’t yet recovered from the photos he’d just seen—his mind was filled with the intimate image of Feng Tingshen holding Rong Ci.

His throat tightened, his face turned pale, and his grip on the coffee cup grew tight. “I just slipped and almost dropped Ren Zong’s laptop. That’s why I was startled.”

His colleague had only asked out of idle curiosity and didn’t press further.

Ye Qiuyu lowered his head and, while his colleague wasn’t looking, slowly opened his phone, found a hidden angle, and pulled up the photos on his screen.

He didn’t know whether Ren Jifeng had taken these photos himself or received them from someone else—but the clothes Feng Tingshen and Rong Ci wore in each photo were different, and the times they were taken varied. That meant whoever took these photos had caught them together more than once.

Still, Zongxing and Changmo had a partnership. Yet whether at the AI technology conference two days ago or just now, Ren Jifeng had treated Rong Ci with cold indifference—as if they were strangers.

He’d been puzzled before—but now—