Zhang Chaohe looked down.
...
The chassis was scraped.
An awkward atmosphere immediately filled the room. Zhang Chaohe respectfully mourned his beloved car, which had been unexpectedly damaged, and then slunk away into Cheng Jixue's car.
The two, who have recently been making headlines, appeared in the same car. That day, all the company's group chats were flooded with the boss's latest gossip. Assistant Chen secretly peeked at the chat during work hours, his face full of disapproval.
[Sigh, I knew it was just a couple having a fight, look, they came together today.]
[I checked and it seems Mr. Zhang is incredibly generous with his spending of nearly three million (suffocating)]
[Yay! My house didn't collapse!! I was so grateful when I first heard the rumors of my marital problems...]
Another person, probably forgetting that Assistant Chen was also in the group, boldly commented in a fit of elation: "Poor Assistant Chen! The young couple fought and pushed him to their deaths, but now that they've made up, he's all eyes on you. Hahaha!"
Assistant Chen was overcome with grief—who says it isn't true! The moment the scheming concubine entered the boss's office today, he even smiled at me... Is the scheming concubine going to spread rumors and eliminate the loyal ministers around President Zhang again!
He replied in the group chat with grief and indignation: "Yes."
The group chat fell silent, with only Assistant Chen's indifferent "Yes" remaining at the bottom. Assistant Chen was regretting interrupting everyone's gossip too quickly when he suddenly heard the door to the president's office open... and then the demon concubine was thrown out with a stumble.
The door slammed shut again.
The wicked concubine was smiling bitterly across the hall.
Assistant Chen couldn't hold back any longer. He asked with a slightly sarcastic tone, "Mr. Cheng, what's wrong? Should I get you a chair?"
Cheng Jixue: He finally realized that the man in front of him was the key to winning back the favor of the emperor—just like a disgraced concubine had to curry favor with the chief eunuch in order to be qualified to meet the emperor.
The provocation was pointless; he was indeed too overwhelmed by the goose's sudden tolerance and acted irrationally.
Having regained his super brain, Cheng Jixue gently and considerately suggested to Assistant Chen, "The show 'The Distant Dream' will be broadcast online tonight. Assistant Chen, please make sure to keep an eye on the media."
Cheng Jixue: Mr. Zhang's behavior is too ridiculous and may have a negative impact on the company's stock price.
Assistant Chen: He's provoking us, saying that after the show airs, rumors about him and President Zhang will definitely be flying everywhere!
Assistant Chen had unknowingly been assimilated by the show, which was hardly a good thing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, but since the production team was backed by CCTV, he couldn't be too direct. So, Assistant Chen could only subtly inquire whether any inappropriate scenes would be broadcast.
Director: Forgive me for speaking frankly, but the presence of Mr. Zhang is simply out of line.
However, he couldn't speak so directly, so he could only say tactfully: "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang is very burdened—"
Assistant Chen appeared "okay" on the surface, but was actually quite uneasy inside... He was pacing anxiously in his office when he suddenly stopped.
Oh no.
The variety show will definitely cause a frenzy among CP fans after it airs tonight. Given Mrs. Zhang and Mr. Zhang's internet surfing speed, they'll be the first to know, just in case... and then... and then...
After a moment's hesitation, Assistant Chen decided to betray President Zhang and quickly called Chairman Zhang and President Zhang to inform them about the "suspected reconciliation between Young President Zhang and the Demon Concubine".
However, just as he hung up the phone, a female employee came to the office floor carrying a bouquet of delicate gardenias. She looked around for a moment, then handed the bouquet to Assistant Chen: "Someone is delivering flowers to General Manager Zhang."
Her eyes gleamed with gossip: "Should we report this to General Manager Zhang?"
Everyone knows that the previous CEO, Mr. Li, who used the old-fashioned 999 red roses tactic, was beaten to a pulp by CEO Zhang. Although this time the CEO seems to have a slightly higher aesthetic standard, who knows if sending flowers is not like sending a time bomb?
Assistant Chen dutifully examined the postscript card—it had a faint woody scent, which, when combined with the sweet fragrance of gardenias, created an even more tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
The card read "Ji Tingduan".
Assistant Chen, of course, hadn't forgotten the A4 paper that General Manager Zhang had angrily plastered on the office: "Ji Tingduan and dogs (crossed out) are not allowed." He solemnly carried the flowers, as if he were carrying a bomb, and cautiously entered the office: "General Manager Zhang, a gentleman named Ji Tingduan has sent you a bouquet of flowers."
Mr. Zhang was engrossed in reading documents on his computer when he heard this, and his face immediately turned ashen. Assistant Chen was prepared to throw the flowers at him on the spot, but the moment Mr. Zhang looked up, his sinister expression vanished.
Xiao Zhang stared intently at the bouquet in his hand without moving. After a long while, she rubbed her temples reservedly and said casually, "Just put it there."
Assistant Chen left, completely bewildered. Zhang Chaohe sat there for a while before coming over to pick up the bouquet—roses and gardenias.
It's a perfect replica of the bride's bouquet at the wedding banquet that day.
He came and went in a hurry that day, naturally forgetting about the bouquet he had finally managed to receive; that bouquet full of happiness and blessings had probably long since withered.
Today, Zhang Chaohe received another bouquet of flowers that were exactly the same.
Love and blessings will never end.
Zhang Chaohe held the flowers, looking at them over and over again, unaware that he was smiling with the corners of his lips turned up. He looked at the fresh flowers through the huge French windows and had to admit that Ji Moumou's aesthetic sense was indeed much better than Li Ye's.
Of course, it's because the flowers are beautiful. Zhang Chaohe picked a champagne-colored rose and put it in the pen holder. The beautiful rose was not yet fully open, but its full and firm petals swayed as if dripping with moisture, bringing with them the romantic fragrance of spring.
Cheng Jixue was playing on her phone in the training room when she suddenly saw a new post on Zhang Chaohe's WeChat Moments. The picture showed a bunch of gardenias lying on the table, with all the roses gone. So the once full bouquet looked a little messy, but it had a kind of vibrant beauty of new life.
—The above text has been excessively embellished by Mr. Ji; the actual effect can be seen in Chairman Zhang's comments:
[@Tianfenglinze: Why are you lying around like this?]
Zhang Chaohe: I will keep my love to myself, which has a profound and meaningful connotation!
Upon refreshing my WeChat Moments and seeing new replies, I re-examined the post and realized: Oh no, it does look a bit ugly!
Delete it immediately.
Cheng Jixue, who was just happily planning to take the opportunity to invite his wife upstairs for lunch, refreshed his feed again—his wife's WeChat Moments had been suddenly deleted!
[Here's a classic Shiba Inu meme of a disappointed dog.]
Cheng Jixue was hesitant, unsure whether going upstairs now would put him in his wife's way... He pondered deeply, wondering if Dian Dian didn't like this little scheme.
So why post on WeChat Moments?
Was it because the mother-in-law and her husband objected?
He completely ignored the biggest reason—his ugliness—and was frantically pondering the reasons for his failure, unaware that an even bigger storm was rapidly approaching him.
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Rewind to forty minutes earlier, when Assistant Chen had just finished his report. At the end of the call, Ms. Zhao asked after a moment of silence, "Are they all at the company now?"
Assistant Chen was puzzled, but he answered truthfully with professionalism.
Ms. Zhao hung up the phone.
Forty minutes later, Zhang Chaohe was fiddling with his two broken gardenias in his office, trying to reshape them into something more presentable, when the office door suddenly opened. Assistant Chen fawned over the door, and a powerful and aristocratic lady made a dazzling entrance!
Zhang Chaohe almost didn't recognize who it was. He was holding a gardenia he had just pulled out, staring blankly at the noble lady in front of him. She was dressed in a flamboyant but understated haute couture suit, her eyeliner was as high as the sky, her bright red lips looked like she had just swallowed two children, and two diamond earrings on the side of her face sparkled and dazzled!
Her entire being screams "I'm rich" and "Don't mess with your mother"...
Zhang Chaohe was so taken aback by Ms. Zhao's sudden change in fierce style that he almost fell to the ground—he looked at Ms. Zhao with great disbelief and sincerely asked, "You..."
Ms. Zhao's gaze swept over the few gardenias that had been sitting there for a long time on the table, and then over the champagne roses that were stuck here and there in the office. She let out a disdainful sound, as if she had been through it all: "You forgave him?"
Ms. Zhao: Trivial tricks, petty schemes, and petty tactics!
Zhang Chaohe hesitated for a long time before finally saying, "Actually, it's not like that..."
When Ms. Zhao asked him this question, he realized how outrageous he had been—he had almost won over a domineering CEO with high emotional intelligence with just a bouquet of flowers!
Mr. Zhang clenched his fist in shame... His problem was just too big!
Ms. Zhao strode out of the office with her high heels strutting around: "Wait here!"
Cheng Jixue was unaware that his carefully planned emotional appeal had worked perfectly, but the goose was woken up by the old fox Ms. Zhao's sharp rebuke, and was still dreaming of taking over the Eastern Palace that very night.
Since the truth had already been revealed, he no longer needed to have his nephew bring over two extra meals. So Cheng Jixue simply ordered his familiar private kitchen dishes, intending to enjoy a pleasant lunch with his wife. The next second, the training room door was pushed open, and Chen, the emperor's henchman, opened the door for Madam Zhang—
Ms. Zhao looked down at Cheng Jixue with the expression of a "vicious stepmother from a wealthy family," which made Cheng Jixue slightly stunned.
He had no way of predicting the Zhang family's movements. It seemed that the easiest person in the family to control was Zhang Yinshan—at least he was a normal person.
He was about to put on a smile and greet Ms. Zhao, subtly flattering his mother-in-law, when he saw Ms. Zhao pull out a familiar check from her handbag and slap it in front of Cheng Jixue.
"Leave my son," Ms. Zhao said defiantly, "or else..."
Cheng Jixue picked up the check in surprise—the check seemed a little too blank?
He looked closely and saw what was written on the check.
1 yuan.
Cheng Jixue: The damage value is not high, but the insult is extremely strong!
A note from the author:
Cold-blooded Ms. Zhao: I won't give you a single penny more!! (Shouting)
I've been so busy today, but I've seen all your comments! As for why I used a keyboard instead of a durian... I hope no one wants this story to turn into a domineering CEO and his disabled, powerful husband [dog head with rose in hand];
However, if everyone is interested, it can be included in the extra chapters, haha.
I'll definitely work hard tomorrow, it's my day off!
The little ones I'm trying so hard to kiss and feed!
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 88
Zhang Chaohe had no idea that Ms. Zhao had just lost a yuan to appease a minor celebrity who was trying to marry into a wealthy family.
After all, the last time he encountered a similar situation, it was Old Master Ji who was trying to slip him money. The two of them were chasing each other, engaged in a fierce pursuit over a huge sum of money, as if it were a hot potato...
In other words, his experience is of no reference value to this.
Ms. Zhao was overjoyed at this moment—back when the old man forced money on Dian Dian, her desire for revenge had been burning like a small flame, and now she finally had the opportunity to put it into practice.
Cool!!
Cheng Jixue looked like he was in great pain, and he didn't resemble the legendary second master of the Ji family at all... He held the one-yuan check fragilely, as if the whole world was leaving him in his grief.
Ms. Zhao: I would be upset too. A perfectly good check was filled in with a 1…
"I'm sorry, but you really aren't worth any more!" Ms. Zhao thought coldly. "I'm not some sucker who'd pay you back." She pressed bluntly, "I'll take your money and consider it a yes."
Cheng Jixue: You're the wife of the wealthy Zhang family, after all. How can you bear to give your son a single dollar to that scheming little starlet?!
Ms. Zhao was turning to leave when she heard a crisp, clean sound of paper being torn behind her... She turned around and saw—
Cheng Jixue is dutifully acting as a paper-tearing machine, enduring and defiantly resisting the tyranny of her vicious wealthy mother-in-law in the guise of a typical tragic heroine: "We truly love each other!"
Assistant Chen, who witnessed everything: I really think that all rich people have some serious illness!