Rebirth of the Superpower Queen

"I just missed you!" After saying that, he gently kissed Meng Zhiling on the forehead.

"What?" Meng Zhiling's first reaction was, "Why are you so nervous when there's nothing important to say on the phone? I interrupted her conversation with the two future general managers."

"Isn't it a big deal that I miss you?" As if he understood the complaint in her heart, Qiao Surong pursed his lips in grievance and blinked his eyes, which were not very big to begin with, pitifully.

"Okay, okay, you won. It's a big deal, a big deal!" Meng Zhiling pulled her body out of his arms helplessly, but he quickly captured her back.

"Meng Meng, I really miss you. Can I sleep with you tonight? I've been sleeping on the sofa for so long, and my waist is hurting!" Qiao Surong once again demonstrated his resentful skills and successfully made Meng Zhiling fall into his gentle offensive.

However, Meng Zhiling still maintained the last bit of consciousness. With a gentle push, she broke free from Qiao Surong's grip and smiled mysteriously. Qiao Surong, who originally thought there was hope, felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on his head after hearing what Meng Zhiling said.

"You'd better continue to dream your sweet dreams. I don't have the time to play with you." Meng Zhiling raised her head proudly.

"What if I extend an olive branch to Ning Ze who is facing difficulties and cooperate with you?" Qiao Surong sat comfortably on the sofa, looking at Meng Zhiling who was struggling with a smile.

"Are you serious?" Meng Zhiling narrowed her eyes and looked at him. She had no objection to his despicable behavior. After all, if he was willing to lend a helping hand, there was no reason for her to refuse.

"Sir, don't joke..." Qiao Surong raised his eyebrows, feeling a little disdainful of Meng Zhiling's questioning.

"Tsk, then tell me, what are the conditions?" Meng Zhiling sat beside him with great interest, her expectant eyes not at all as strong as she appeared outside.

Because of her nervousness, her big, sparkling eyes made her look like a little girl next door. Her cute look made Qiao Surong swallow her saliva, and then she made an important decision.

"I want to hold you while sleeping tonight!" Qiao Surong answered confidently. This was the condition he had been longing for.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Meng Zhiling nodded straightforwardly. Then seeing her sly smile, Qiao Surong knew that although she agreed to hold her in his arms to sleep, it seemed that there was no hope for further development. He sighed in his heart that the revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard!

"Meng Meng." In the darkness, the two of them slept in each other's arms like all other couples in love. Qiao Surong softly called out his lover's nickname, and a warm breath came out of his hoarse throat. Meng Zhiling shrank back.

"What's wrong? You act weird today. Do you have something to say to me?" Meng Zhiling said lazily with her eyes still closed. She was afraid that if she opened her eyes, she would not know how to face his hot and longing eyes.

"I'm going away for a week. What should I do? I start missing you before we even part." Qiao Surong nestled his head in Meng Zhiling's neck, looking like a child who is reluctant to leave his mother.

"Silly boy, a week is not that long, it will pass in the blink of an eye. Just go and do your thing, I'll wait for you to come back." Meng Zhiling didn't need to ask him where he was going or what he was doing. As long as she knew that they would meet again soon, it would be enough for her to know that she was waiting for him at home, and no matter where he went, he would come back safely for her.

When she woke up the next morning, Qiao Surong had no idea when she had left. After a moment of loss, everything returned to normal. She had never known that the feeling of separation from someone was so unique. She had thought that Mitasha’s departure in her previous life had dealt her a fatal blow, but it turned out that she had just gotten used to it. Of course, she soon learned to face everything on her own.

When Meng Zhiling heard the rumbling sound of the engine downstairs, she knew who was coming. She hurriedly washed up and went downstairs. Sure enough, a very heroic-looking woman was leaning next to the red Ferrari. She knew it was Yang Lan without having to guess.

"Why are you coming out dressed like this?" Yang Lan said with disgust as she watched Meng Zhiling, who was wearing sportswear and had a ponytail, run out.

On the other hand, she wore a light blue long dress and exquisite short hair, which perfectly interpreted her cool temperament, and the long earrings added a bit of mysterious femininity to her.

Meng Zhiling also pursed her lips and sneered, "Miss Yang, are you going to attend the award ceremony?"

This is what good friends are like when they are together. Even if they know in their hearts that the other person is as perfect as can be, they can't help but complain about each other to feel happy. However, they only allow themselves to say it. If others say even a little bad thing about the other, good friends will fight with them for that word. Meng Zhiling thought, maybe this is what makes best friends so precious.

"Okay, get in the car quickly, otherwise you won't even have the chance to enter. Let me tell you, there seems to be a mysterious guest among the judges this time, and he's so handsome, so don't compete with me for him when the time comes." Yang Lan said domineeringly, and stuffed the relatively petite Meng Zhiling into the passenger seat, and then drove at full speed while nagging.

When we arrived at the competition venue, it was far less grand than we had imagined. The contestants were simply separated by boards, giving each contestant an independent and quiet creative space.

Of course, in such an environment, the organizers will certainly not come up with too difficult themes. Otherwise, even the world's top designers would not be able to meet the requirements to design something in such a short time.

So this time, the organizers narrowed the scope and mainly asked the contestants to design jewelry accessories and the like, with "love" as the theme.

Because the organizer this time is said to be a well-known jewelry brand, perhaps they want to use such a competition to discover some fresh and potential blood to supplement the deficiencies of their design team.

Of course, Yang Lan is a student majoring in design. This time, she was naturally invited to attend the event just like Meng Zhiling. But when she arrived, she found out that Li Yao was also there.

"Li Yao, why are you here too? Why haven't I heard you mention this before?" Yang Lan pulled Li Yao and looked around vigilantly as if she was protecting a child, as if there were always villains who wanted to harm her Yaoyao.

When Li Yao saw Meng Zhiling and Yang Lan, she was so excited as if she had seen her relatives, and she was almost crying.

He looked around nervously at the unfamiliar environment, his hands clenched tightly, unable to relax at all.

"Originally, it wasn't me who was supposed to participate in our department's competition, but someone else was. However, as soon as I arrived at class today, my homeroom teacher called me to the office. He said that girl had suddenly fallen ill and couldn't participate in the competition, so he asked me to replace her. I don't know why he had to specifically name me. What can I do? I was laughing at Zhiling's painting skills the other day. It seems that freedom is the key to success!"

Li Yao looked frustrated and confused, her big eyes misted behind the lenses, making her look particularly pitiful.

"Don't be nervous, Yaoyao. Since you are here, just think of it as a chance to get in touch with society. We can still handle such occasions. The worst that can happen is embarrassment. You've lost your life before, so why are you afraid of embarrassment? Believe me, nothing will happen with me here." Meng Zhiling glanced at a corner and naturally understood who arranged all this.

He put his arm around Li Yao's shoulders comfortingly and gave her the greatest encouragement.

"Okay, I will try my best and I won't embarrass you." Li Yao is a simple child. She probably still hasn't figured out why she came here in a daze, but Meng Zhiling's determined eyes can give her a sense of confidence and dependence.

"Okay, keep going!" Meng Zhiling smiled slightly. She had no plans to enter the design industry anyway. She just came here to play with that arrogant and domineering rich second-generation daughter and see what tricks she could come up with.

As long as it's not too extreme, she won't have the time or energy to deal with her problems in the near future.

But once it goes too far, she can't guarantee her endurance.

As they were talking, the other contestants had already taken their positions.

The most annoying thing was that Meng Zhiling, Yang Lan and Li Yao were arranged in three different corners. They could see each other but were too far away from each other.

An intriguing smile appeared on Meng Zhiling's lips as she looked at Wu Xiwen who was looking at her proudly. She had learned before that in addition to being a student, Wu Xiwen was also a design consultant for a jewelry company. Although she was young, she had unique insights and profound attainments in the field of design.

She knew that this time, her purpose was definitely to use this event open to the entire public media to step on the shoulders of Meng Zhiling and others and become famous, or a simpler purpose was to make Meng Zhiling embarrassed in front of the entire media.

But how could Meng Zhiling let her succeed?

Meng Zhiling calmly picked up the paper and pen, but she was no longer so calm the moment she started writing. Damn it, someone had tampered with the paper and replaced it with the low-quality paper that was easily soaked and smudged. The most hateful thing was that the pencil just touched the paper and the whole line was not finished yet, but the pencil tip broke. Looking at the small knife prepared next to her, Meng Zhiling sneered, "The organizer is not fully prepared."

Then she thought of something and her relaxed expression immediately became tense again. She couldn't be the only one in this situation. Li Yao and Yang Lan must have been framed in the same way.

I shook my head tiredly. It was really difficult to meet an opponent who was as bad as a pig.

She looked at the situation of the two people, who were also nervously searching for her figure. As expected, she was not wrong. The things used by the three of them had been deliberately replaced by someone, with the purpose of making the three of them look embarrassed in a more dramatic way.

Feeling Wu Xiwen's smug look, Meng Zhiling smiled softly, then nodded to Yang Lan and Li Yao, indicating that they could create with confidence, and then she started writing again.

Slowly, two hours of creative time passed quietly. Meng Zhiling felt relieved. This kind of work was really not something a human could do. She looked at her creation on the table with satisfaction. This time, it was her turn to look proudly at Wu Xiwen, who was sweating profusely from nervousness, across from her.