Coincidentally, Ao Rui also faced the same trouble that day.
As soon as it was time to go to work, Ao Zhongming did not return to his president's office immediately. Instead, he ran to the general manager's office with a sullen face, preparing to shoot his son.
The moment his father stepped into the door of his office, Ao Rui already knew what was going to happen next. But he was still calm and contented, drinking the coffee Deng Yingang brought him and leaning back on the back of the leather swivel chair gracefully.
He looked like he was always waiting for you.
It’s so interesting that the CEO is so angry! This is all thanks to his instigating and scheming mistress!
"Arui." Ao Zhongming walked to his son's desk and sat down. Seeing his son acting like a young master, he felt even more angry.
Ao Rui put the coffee in the cup to her mouth and took a sip. Then she put it down gently, smiled slightly, and reminded her father nonchalantly: "President, if you are in a bad mood early in the morning, it can easily affect the whole day.
Work." The thick noise seemed slow and steady, in sharp contrast to his father's anxiety.
"What time is it now? Why are you still in the mood to say such sarcastic words?" Ao Zhongming glared at his son displeased.
What time is it now? The relationship between the Ao family and the Wen family has reached a deadlock, and people in the upper class are talking about Ao Rui behind their backs.
After Wen Wanke was slandered by Ruo Tong last night, she immediately called her father and several friends who attended the reception with her for help. She cried and complained about Ruo Tong's crimes, not only confusing right and wrong, but also taking advantage of Wen Shihe
He added fuel to his sympathy with his friends and used every possible means to belittle Ruotong.
After Wen Shihe took Wen Wanke away, Wen Wanke's group of gossiping friends returned to the reception, and of course they immediately spread the word to other friends. In this way, everyone at the reception knew that Wen Wanke claimed to have been raped by Ruo in the toilet.
Tong’s frame-up.
When Ao Rui heard this, he didn't even frown. When everyone looked at him with doubts, he laughed it off and said with a smile: "I only know that Monroe is a rare and good woman."
Because people in the upper class live too leisurely lives, they are a breeding ground for gossip and scandals. The story of Ao Rui protecting his mistress spread quickly, and his mistress quickly became famous. It aroused the jealousy and jealousy of thousands of women.
Angry, everyone knows that this is the first time Ao Rui has protected a woman like this in public.
He is rich and handsome, and many famous ladies dream of getting his attention. Unfortunately, despite all the hard work to attract his attention, they never get any attention from him.
"President, why do you care about the comments from outsiders when you know they are gossip after dinner?" Ao Rui still looked cynical. The comments from the upper class could neither affect his interpersonal relationships nor his career.
Why be afraid?
"We are in dire straits now, how can I not care? The Ao family has lost all face by your mistress." Ao Zhongming was so angry that his face turned blue.
"President, do you really believe that Wanke is the victim?" Ao Rui picked up the coffee cup again, stared at his father, and asked with a half-smile.
"That's enough." Ao Zhongming suddenly stood up and scolded his son loudly.
He rarely spoke to his son in this tone. He loved his son so much that he couldn't bear to beat him, or even scold him. But maybe it was because he doted on his son so much that his son was so confident today, regardless of the Ao family's reputation.
, only caring about having sex with his mistress.
Ao Zhongming couldn't believe that his son would become so unruly because of a mistress. He was so angry! He couldn't calm down.
His father's anger still did not shake Ao Rui. He suppressed his smile and looked at his father indifferently.
"Arui, Wan is your childhood sweetheart, and she is a well-known lady. How come you would rather trust your mistress whose background is unknown than trust Wan Ke who grew up together and knows each other well?" Ao Zhongming asked his son angrily.
"I am not taking sides. In a war between two women, it is impossible for only one to be the victim." Ao Rui retorted to his father. Indeed, if two women fight for a man, it is impossible for one to be willing to fight and the other to be the victim.
Willing to endure the situation.
"Even if Wan Ke is not just a simple victim, it must have been your mistress who provoked her first." Ao Zhongming stood stubbornly on Wen Wan Ke's side.
"You think this way because you look down on my mistress and already have preconceived notions in your mind, so no matter what, you can't trust her," Ao Rui stared at his father, smiled faintly, and said unruly: "
But it doesn’t matter, no matter how you look at her, it won’t affect my appreciation of her.”
"Arui..." Ao Zhongming scolded his son loudly again, almost slamming the table.
Ao Rui's rigid facial lines remained indifferent.
"A woman who is a mistress not only has nothing praiseworthy in her words and deeds, but also has bad deeds. How could you fall in love with such a woman?" Ao Zhongming angrily vented his extreme dissatisfaction.
He was very worried. His son was actually obsessed with a prostitute. If word got out, where would the Ao family's reputation go? What should he do?
"There is no reason, she is just the kind of woman I admire." Ao Rui was not afraid of his father at all. His attitude was very frank and he did not shy away from anything.
"Arui, I don't care how much you like that woman. In short, you can't associate with that woman from now on. You must put your career and the Ao family's face first." Ao Zhongming's tone was full of orders.
.
Ao Rui sneered. "President, you are not qualified to order me."
"Arui, pay attention to the way you speak!" Ao Zhongming was so angry that every word was so sonorous and powerful. He was so angry that his son was so disobedient to him for a mistress.
Ao Rui's back left the back of the swivel chair, fearlessly and disdainfully looked into the depths of his father's angry pupils, and mocked: "President, before asking and ordering me, should you examine yourself first? Didn't you think that when you were young,
Have you never made similar mistakes?"
Ao Zhongming looked at his son with wide eyes and disbelief. A deep fear suddenly surged in his heart, and he felt cold.
He was now almost certain that his son must have known about what happened between him and He Xueyi. The secret that he had hidden for twenty years could no longer be hidden. But how did his son know?