After the divorce, I became a rich girl

After hearing this, Jing Qiu's tense shoulders relaxed, and he said with some relief and joy, "Since Zhao Quan didn't admit it, it definitely wasn't Xuan Bao who did it. Don't misunderstand me."

Li Jiawei felt a sour feeling in her throat when she heard Jing Qiu say this. She lowered her eyes to hide the emotions surging in her eyes, and finally just smiled faintly and said nothing more.

What's the point of explaining more? Can we still expect her biological parents to break their preference for Li Xuanbao and stand on her side to question and attack her? This is too unrealistic.

Li Jiawei raised her head and drank the wine in the glass, but it could not cover the bitterness in her heart.

She looked up and saw Xiao Yi standing not far away waving at her. Li Jiawei put down her wine glass and said in a calm voice, "Mom, Xiao Yi is calling me. I'll go over first."

Jing Qiu pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his lips: "Go quickly."

She looked at Li Jiawei's back as she walked towards Xiao Yi. The smile on her face quickly disappeared and a trace of solemnity appeared in her eyes.

Based on her understanding of her daughter, she is definitely not someone who would speak without thinking. Since she dared to say in front of her that the person behind this was Li Xuanbao, then Li Jiawei must have solid evidence in her hands.

The venue was full of lights and laughter, but in Jing Qiu's eyes, this bright and lively scene suddenly became dull.

She put down the wine glass in her hand, waved to the assistant who was waiting beside her, and took the phone handed to her by the assistant.

His fingertips hovered over Li Xuanbao's name in the address book, and Jing Qiu wanted to call her immediately to find out what was going on.

Why would this adopted daughter, whom she holds so dearly in her hands, treat Jiawei like this?

However, when her eyes inadvertently swept across Li Jiawei, who was standing side by side with Xiao Yi in the distance and having a pleasant conversation with Director Zhang, the sigh on her lips eventually turned into silent helplessness.

She slowly put down the phone and decided to make the call after the banquet.

After the last guest left, Li Jiawei leaned against the pillar of the banquet hall, looking at the bright incandescent lights. Under the illumination of such lights, the extravagance and decadence just now was immediately less evident. This fashion feast carefully prepared by "Meishang" finally came to a perfect end.

Wu Ziqi trotted over in her 10cm high heels, her eyes sparkling with excitement: "Boss Li, we are going to dominate the hot search list online now!"

She took out her phone, and the real-time data jumping on the screen glowed coldly. "From the beginning to now, the words 'Beautiful Haute Couture Show' and 'Beautiful Fashion Leader' have never been mentioned in the word 'explosive'!"

Li Jiawei raised a calm arc at the corner of her lips and looked at the other staff members who were finishing up in the banquet hall. There was no trace of ostentatious joy on her body.

This feast, sponsored by dozens of top luxury brands and attended by half of the celebrities in the entertainment industry, is a carnival of fashion and entertainment. It was only to be expected that it would top the hot searches.

She rubbed her stiff waist and said, "Ziqi, the reason why we can invite so many guests this time is not because Meishang is more authoritative than other fashion magazines."

"It's just relying on the reputation accumulated over the years and the fashion status of several founders." She looked up at Wu Ziqi, "The relationships in the circle are as thin as paper. People are willing to give this face once, but not a second time."

"So, the more dazzling this year's banquet is, the harder it will be to walk on next year's road. If next year's banquet is not as good as this year's, then today's grand occasion will become a slap in the face tomorrow."

Li Jiawei looked at Wu Ziqi calmly, "So, the more prosperous the situation is, the more we need to be sober and self-controlled.

These glories are not just a bargaining chip for boasting, but a sword of Damocles hanging over our heads." She tapped the table with her fingertips, making a light tapping sound.

The smile on Wu Ziqi's face gradually faded, and for some reason beads of sweat appeared on his back.

She understood the deep meaning in Li Jiawei's eyes. These seemingly gentle reminders were actually ruthless warnings.

Her palms clenched unconsciously. After all, Li Jiawei no longer believed that she could manage "Meishang" well, otherwise Li Jiawei would not have been in charge of "Meishang" in person for such a long time.

Thinking of this, Wu Ziqi felt bitter in her throat. She lowered her eyes to hide the complex emotions in her eyes and said softly: "Mr. Li, you are so... "

Wu Ziqi opened his mouth, but found that the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

She knew very well that with her current position at Meishang, if she could not join the board of directors, there would be no room for upward career development.

Cold sweat slowly slid down her back, and she suddenly realized that if Li Jiawei was really dissatisfied with her and she lost her only support, she, the editor-in-chief with no background, would soon become a discarded pawn in the power transition of "Meishang".

These seemingly glamorous titles and positions will vanish in an instant, and she will be quickly sidelined by others.

After all, as the territory of "Meishang" continues to expand, other shareholders are no longer as indifferent as before. After all, interests are attractive.

Some shareholders have cultivated many of their own confidants in "Meishang" in the past two years. These people appear to be smiling and respectful to her on the surface, but they are actually treacherous.

Li Jiawei pulled a stool over and sat down, pointing to the chair opposite and said to Wu Ziqi, "Ziqi, sit down. You've been standing in your high heels all night."

"I will be back to Xishi tomorrow. Since I have talked so much today, I have some work arrangements, so I will tell you tonight."

Wu Ziqi sat opposite Li Jiawei, and her voice was slightly tense: "Mr. Li, do you have any... new arrangements?"

Li Jiawei habitually turned the ring on her ring finger: "Recently, the shareholders have been training new people within Meishang. It has been very stressful for you, right?" Li Jiawei suddenly chuckled, "You have spent a lot of energy mediating and dealing with it to protect my interests. I have seen it all."

This sentence made Wu Ziqi's fingers that were gripping the hem of her skirt gradually loosen. As long as Li Jiawei knew that she was loyal to her, everything she did would not be in vain.

Wu Ziqi said apprehensively, "Boss Li, these two incidents...I have failed your trust." She lowered her head, her eyelashes casting an uneasy shadow under her eyes. "I am indeed incompetent. If you think that my position needs to be adjusted, I will definitely obey your arrangement."

Li Jiawei looked up at Wu Ziqi's tense face and suddenly chuckled, "Why are you so nervous? If there's anyone in the entire Meishang who wants me to always be in control of Meishang, it must be you. I know this very well."

After that, she tapped the tabletop with her fingertips. "But you yourself admitted that you do have shortcomings. So I found you an assistant."