Chapter 03; Heavy lashes fell on him...

Zhao Bao arrived at the Company Building and took the private elevator towards his office on the 8th floor, entering his office, he sat down on his chair and dialed the Public Relations Department Head office number, which was picked up after two rings.

"Yes, Boss... what can I do for you??" he politely inquired after answering the phone call.

" Father wants to hold a press conference, so make sure all the necessary preparations have been made, invite trusted news reporters who won't distort the news," he instructed.

"All right, Boss," he responded before he hung up the phone call.

Zhao Bao leaned against his office chair, massaging the space in between his brows, he didn't feel like it was appropriate to outcast Zhao Ting even though she had created this mess, she was still a Zhao descendant.

After a little sigh, he picked up some files that were idly lying there on the left side of his desk, and he began going through the files and prioritizing important matters.

In Westlands Gardens, after her husband had left, she dashed into the kitchen to find Nanny Wei washing the dishes.

She approached her and held her hand roughly shaking it, "Nanny Wei, did she board the train to the village?" she inquired anxiously, you could see her eyes filled with worry, tears welling from the rims of her eyes.

She was in her early forties, but she had an appearance of a thirty-year-old, she maintained herself well, her jet-black hair was wavy and permed, and she was elegant and beautiful.

She knew how to dress herself up, and used minimum makeup on her face, you would think it was a natural face.

"Yes, I did madam " Nanny Wei respectfully responded, she panicked slightly but regained her calmness immediately.

Wang Qing nodded her head mumbling good before she exited the kitchen, she picked up her purse that was on the couch and walked out of the mansion as she got into the car and the Chauffeur drove her to her saloon beauty parlor.

Zhao Kang drove himself, to the Zhao Corporation, he was wearing a metallic blue striped suit that accentuated his profound features, he took the elevator directly to the conference room, arriving; he saw everything was already set, only his presence was needed.

He approached the altar as he tested the microphone and positioned it well.

"Welcome everyone to the Zhao Corporation, today I want to discuss about the ongoing rumors about my daughter.

I hereby say that I only have one daughter and that's Zhao Ming, if you look at her pictures, the image doesn't resemble the girl photographed in the magazines, so please refrain yourselves from spreading false rumors affecting our company's prestige and integrity.

Thank you all, Have a good afternoon, you can have a meal at the Company canteen, it's on my bill." he completed the speech as the pictures of Zhao Ming circulated amongst the reporters.

When they saw the huge difference between the two pictures, they were left speechless with no way to refute or ask questions.

No one ever knew that Zhao Ming had a twin sibling, even though they had diverse differences and the preferential treatment they received.

He took the elevator up to his office, and started his day officially, now he could concentrate on his projects after getting rid of the mess that has been plaguing him the entire night.

Hong Feng sat down waiting patiently, after an hour he saw the principal approaching his office from the hallway.

Getting closer, the principal inquired curiously, "What brings you here Hong Feng??" The classes were ongoing and him being out here meant he had something urgent.

He opened the locked door and pushed the door in, he walked through into his office and occupied his seat, Hong Feng trailing behind him.

"I want to have a chat with you Principal," he stood in front of him his head bowed respectfully.

"Okay... you may have a seat, what seems to be the matter??" he inquired once again seeing how his shoulders were drooped.

Hong Feng sat down while he began to speak out, "I want to change my Class to Class B if you may allow it." he politely requested.

"But you do know you are a top student, you perform well in sciences, why do you want to join art class? don't be impulsive! this is your future.." The principal cautiously warned him.

" I have made the decision already principal, please change me to Class B." he politely suggested.

" All right.. if you say so... I will speak with your homeroom teacher, anything else?" The principal glanced at him as he questioned him.

" Yeah.. since it's Friday, can I have an early leave until Monday, I request a day off principal." he requested, nervously.

"Okay.... but make sure by Monday you are back to school." The principal lightly warned him, he didn't know what was wrong with him but he could tell it was something that has affected him mentally, and wouldn't concentrate if forced to stay.

" Thank you principal... thank you..!" he felt grateful as he dashed out, with his school bag dangling on his back. He might look like a teenager but his body was huge and developing muscles as well, and was tall built, his skin a little tanned.

He normally attends Military training every school holiday and summer, compelling his body to develop faster.

He stopped a taxi that was driving along the school street and he immediately boarded. "Drive to the Pentagon City, house number 506," the Hong family also lived in the Pentagon City.

Thirty minutes later they arrived, He paid for the taxi, alighted, and dashed into the house only to find his father having a chat with the Hong Patriarch, his Grandpa.

"Why are you back from school so early?? don't tell me you skipped classes." Hong Ling, his father, questioned coldly glaring at him.

"Father... why didn't I see yesterday's newspapers?? we always receive newspapers every morning right? " he inquired politely.

" What's there to read? You are supposed to concentrate on your studies, you are my only son and heir to the Hong Corporation and I expect you to work hard and sooner join me in running the company." Hong Ling responded coldly.

"Father... I just inquired about the magazines! or you knew what had happened! father, how could you do that to me?" Hong Feng questioned, his eyes brimming with tears.

"How dare you question me with that tone...?" Hong Ling pulled his belt and immediately heavy lashes fell on Hong Feng, his mouth wide open, this was the first time, his father was venting anger on him.