The Fake Heiress's Inner Thoughts Were Heard by Her Entire Family

After finishing his explanation, Shen Huaichu hung up the phone and looked at the message from Jing Yi, his expression softening slightly.

He turned off his phone, grabbed his coat, and walked out of his office.

The assistant quickly stood up, seemingly surprised that Shen Huaichu would come out at this time, his hands holding documents with a hint of nervousness.

"Mr. Shen, I was just about to bring in the progress report for the new project..."

Shen Huaichu paused, took the documents, and scanned the report. After a brief review, he stopped flipping through the pages and turned to look at his assistant.

"You've been working overtime a lot lately. Notify the investment department that this month's salary will be doubled, including yours."

The assistant was stunned, his eyes flashing with delight. He excitedly said, "Thank you, President!" Shen Huaichu nodded slightly and strode away.

After Shen Huaichu left, the assistant returned the documents to his office. Just as he closed the office door, he turned around to find a crowd gathered behind him, startling him.

He patted his chest and said irritably, "What are you all doing here? Don't you want your jobs anymore?"

The group eagerly gathered around him – compared to work, gossip about President Shen was far more important!

Just now! Just moments ago! The 'sports car beauty' they'd been talking about had come to pick up Shen Huaichu again!

Everyone had clearly seen the smile on Shen Huaichu's face!

Previously, people had speculated that the woman in the sports car was Jing Yi, the daughter of the Jing family.

A colleague approached and whispered, "Assistant, did you know that sports car beauty came to pick up President Shen again?"

"...How would I know?"

Seeing that the assistant didn't know, everyone started chattering about what they'd seen at the entrance.

The assistant had an odd expression – no wonder the president seemed to be in such a good mood today, or rather, he'd been in good spirits lately.

Noticing the assistant's peculiar expression, everyone's eyes lit up. "So, are they dating?!" The assistant came to his senses and felt like he'd fallen into a wolf den.

"You really must not want your jobs if you're gossiping about the president's private life?" Besides, how would he know if they were dating or not?

The colleagues looked disappointed that there was no more gossip to be had.

The assistant sighed, "Don't take advantage of the president's good mood lately and get carried away."

Surprisingly, this comment made everyone nod in agreement – they wouldn't have dared to be so obvious otherwise. At the same time, their gossip fire reignited as they exchanged knowing looks.

So the romance must be real!

The president's mood has been so good lately that it shows on his face – what else could it be but love?

While colleagues continued whispering gossip, the assistant ignored them. He had no time for gossip; he could finally leave work early today. He hoped the president would stay in such a good mood every day!

Meanwhile, sitting in the passenger seat, Shen Huaichu was unaware that his employees were collectively discussing his private life.

Shen Huaichu took in all her reactions, his expression warming, "Are you that happy?"

Jing Yi smiled, her eyes curving, "Of course! I finally get to come out and let loose, my 'Ghost' was about to gather dust!"

The mention of 'Ghost' reminded Shen Huaichu of how Huarui Group employees talked about Jing Yi.

"Sports car beauty?"

Jing Yi's voice carried surprise and amusement.

Shen Huaichu had only accidentally heard this term from company employees. Although Jing Yi had only visited a few times, the term seemed to have spread throughout the company.

However, Jing Yi seemed to think the term wasn't bad – at least she was being called a beauty.

She laughed, "Then isn't our President Shen at a disadvantage? Has all the authority you've built up at the company been affected by this 'sports car beauty'?"

"You might have a point there."

Hearing him agree so readily, Jing Yi felt slightly unhappy. Just as she was about to say something, Shen Huaichu continued.

"But I like hearing it. I'm considering giving them a raise."

Jing Yi looked ahead, amused, "Is President Shen so easily pleased? This makes you happy?"

Shen Huaichu lowered his head slightly, concealing the tenderness in his eyes as his smile spread.

He had always known he wasn't exactly a gentleman, but when he first heard their discussions, he felt a guilty pleasure.

...

"Brother Li, it seems like we haven't seen Yi Yi at the racing track for a while?"

Li Chengsheng glanced at the speaker and teased, "I never noticed you had such feelings for Yi Yi before?"

The speaker quickly waved his hands, "Don't say that! If Young Master Jing heard that, he'd skin me alive!" He just found racing against Jing Yi exciting.

Though he couldn't keep up with her, he admired strength!

Li Chengsheng laughed and called him a 'coward.'

He had heard some news about the big commotion between the Jing family and the Wang family. He'd heard that Jing Yi had been injured and was probably still recovering at home.

His friend seemed worried, "Wonder if it's serious? Should we go visit her?"

Li Chengsheng lovingly wiped his car, "I asked Young Master Jing. He said it wasn't anything serious, she's already been discharged and is back home." As for coming to practice racing, that would probably have to wait a while.

"Ah, wonder if we'll see Yi Yi before the GT Cup." His tone was disappointed.

Li Chengsheng raised an eyebrow, stopped wiping his car, and said seriously, "Even if you see Yi Yi, she'll just crush you. How's that any different from playing with us?"

Whether you're getting crushed by her or not, does last place care who's in first?

His friend shot him an annoyed look, angry but not daring to speak up. Though the logic was sound, getting crushed by a beauty was totally different from getting crushed by your bros!

As they were chatting, a group of people appeared near the track.

Shanchi Racing Track was usually only open to members, and it was rare to see so many people at the track outside of professional events.

The outer circle of people wore dark clothes and carried various equipment, while the few people in the center were dressed brightly.

Li Chengsheng frowned, looking at the group, and asked, "Who are those people?" His friend shook his head, unclear about it, "I'll call the manager and ask." He made a phone call.

Soon, a middle-aged man appeared in their view, "Young Master Li, Young Master Zhao!" He hurried over, still catching his breath.

Li Chengsheng crossed his arms, leaning against his car, and jerked his chin toward the group, "Who are those people?"

The manager wiped the sweat from his forehead, "That's a TV show crew. There's a variety show with a celebrity who's a race car driver, so they're here to film."

Though his confusion was resolved, Li Chengsheng wasn't happy, his brow still furrowed as he looked at the manager.

"Why weren't we notified in advance?" His voice carried obvious displeasure.