Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The secretary was ready to apologize when she saw Si Zhengting take a sip of the milk with wrinkled brows.
She was stunned.
Mr. Si absolutely hated the smell of milk. He also hated disruptions in his daily routines. What was happening today?
With some milk down, Si Zhengting sensed a warmth promptly rise from within his stomach, spreading to other parts of his body. Unsure if was just placebo, he felt his gastric pains alleviate a little.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the milk in the cup with a mixed expression on his eyes.
Time ticked by, the meeting seemed endless. Zhuang Nainai got bored waiting and walked into the lounge room next door.
Sitting on the comfortable seat, her head started nodding, and her eyelids got heavier.
Si Zhengting went out of the room during the break. He saw the girl fast asleep on the table in the lounge room. She slept soundly with her lips slightly parted, a carefree look of innocence on her face.
Si Zhengting took a few glances and turned to leave.
At that instant, the girl moved and, with a few soft coughs, wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
But she was too sleepy, she turned her head and sprawled back on the table to sleep.
Si Zhengting paused in his steps and reprimanded the executive assistant next to him in a cold tone, “Do we have too much money to spend?”
The executive assistant was perplexed. He followed his boss’ gaze and realized what was happening.
Feeling wronged but not daring to speak up in defense, he stood up straight and replied, “Sorry, Sir, that was my oversight.”
He then rushed into the lounge room and switched off the air conditioner. Turning to see Si Zhengting’s brows still furrowed, he retrieved a blanket from a drawer and draped it over Zhuang Nainai.
When he turned again, Si Zhengting was gone.
The executive assistant wiped his brows and thought to himself, Thank goodness I’m such a sensitive assistant who can read others’ mind so well! What a difficult chore, meeting the demands of this conflicted boss!
…
Zhuang Nainai was roused from her slumber by conversations outside the room.
“Ms. Zuo, she is right inside, I saw her cling onto Mr. Si relentlessly with my own eyes. But Mr. Si will not even look at her. She must be mad thinking that a commoner like her can marry Mr. Si, even if she is rich now.”
“Hmph! Rich? Gu Corporation at its best is still just new money!” A cool woman’s voice said in a proud Beijing accent. “How can someone like her match up to Brother Ting? And she has the cheek to come and make a scene at the office? Shameless!”
“Ms. Zuo, you are right, only someone like you can match the status of someone like Mr. Si. Other women don’t stand a chance. If not for Gu Qingyan, you might have already been married to Mr. Si!”
“I would like to see what this Gu Qingyan looks like!”
Both parties did not speak in hushed tones, a deliberate attempt to make Zhuang Nainai hear and cut her to the chase.
That arrogant voice… Why does it sound so familiar?
Just as she was trying to recall who that might be, a pretty figure appeared at the door, accompanied by the sound of approaching footsteps. Chin lifted, her face was cool with arrogance, and her luscious, wavy hair was draped behind her back. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest, and she was decked out in the latest limited-edition Chanel dress. She was every inch an image of a spoiled brat.
