Chapter 18: Does he care about her?

Jiang Zong also stared at her, with a hint of seriousness in his beautiful peach blossom eyes.

He didn't even realize it himself, but he wanted Qiao Ruoying to put him first in her heart at all times.

Everything he said and did should be put first.

Qiao Ruoying didn't know what to say and could only nod obediently.

"Mr. Jiang, I understand. I will put you first."

When she nodded, the tip of her ponytail, which was tied high on the back of her head, danced lively and lightly on the back of her delicate neck.

"That's right."

Jiang Zong also laughed and withdrew his gaze from her bobbing ponytail.

He finally opened his mouth and planned to give her, a newbie in the workplace, some advice so that this little white rabbit wouldn't be eaten by the big bad wolf without even noticing.

"Qiao Ruoying, think about this carefully. The company isn't monolithic; it has different factions and positions. Your personal interests may conflict with the company's, and your boss's interests may conflict with the company's.

Next time someone assigns you a task, think carefully about whose interests are being served by completing this task? Your boss's, your own, or the company's?

He said just a few words, but it was as if a lamp was lit in Qiao Ruoying's heart, and it gradually became brighter.

What Jiang Zongye meant was that Lily asked her to organize the forms, and this whole thing was actually in the best interests of Lily herself.

As a direct subordinate, she couldn't refuse to do such things; but she also didn't need to do it actively, because even if she did it well, it wouldn't be very effective.

What's worse, your boss will think you are a very useful tool and will exploit you even more.

The girl's slightly out-of-focus lychee eyes came into focus, gradually becoming deeper and brighter.

Like a beautiful and exquisite doll that has been painted and given wisdom.

"I understand. Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

So, Jiang Zong also cares about her, right?

"I still have one thing I'm confused about." Qiao Ruoying thought about it. In fact, there was still one thing she didn't understand, so she hurried to ask:

"Mr. Jiang, do we really need to add a 'dessert' category to the afternoon tea list?"

"Yes." Jiang Zongye's voice was firm and unquestionable.

He asked her in return: "As a woman, do you prefer sweet things like chocolate, cake, and fruit candies, or do you prefer salty and umami things like potato chips, beef jerky, and spicy strips?"

"Of course it's chocolate and fruit candy." Qiao Ruoying answered obediently.

Jiang Zongye: "Yeah. So your taste is very representative."

Hearing this, Qiao Ruoying suddenly understood. It turned out that Assistant Li Zheng, under the instruction of Jiang Zongye, included desserts in the afternoon tea category that day. It was not because she liked it, but because everyone liked it, from the perspective of "all female employees"?

When talking about official business, Jiang Zongye's eyes were cold and he was calm, like the king of the forest returning to his own territory.

"Now, our company has an increasing number of outstanding female employees in terms of gender balance, and we should also give them more preferential treatment in terms of company benefits. We can also take this opportunity to replace the snacks preferred by male employees with those that female employees like."

This is also one of Jiang Zongye's outstanding qualities. He appreciates capable people, regardless of gender, and he is willing to give capable people the opportunity to come to the fore.

For example, Andy from the R&D and technology department, Lily, Qiao Ruoying's direct superior, and Ada, the personal assistant in the president's office, are all outstanding working women who have been entrusted with important tasks.

Obviously, she should be happy that Jiang Zongye is a "big boss who considers his female subordinates", but a hint of loss flashed through Qiao Ruoying's heart.

She admitted that she was being a little hypocritical, because Jiang Zong was not upset that she arranged them into Taehyung just because she liked desserts.

In a rare and literary way, she recalled the line "I hate that the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and does not shine on me alone."

Now, isn’t it Jiang Zongye that has the bright moon hanging high in the sky, but isn’t it just shining on her?

But this loss only lasted for a moment.

Qiao Ruoying quickly thought: Why should Jiang Zong also be regarded as Mingyue?

Obviously, she herself is her own bright moon.

Thinking of this, she continued to consult Jiang Zongye: "Western-style pastries are quite expensive. Purchasing them will exceed the budget. What should we do?"

Jiang Zongye placed his bony fingers on the center console, tapping it slowly and calmly.

Qiao Ruoying stared at him in a daze.

At this moment, Jiang Zong became a strange man to her again. The peach blossom eyes that were filled with strong desire in the middle of the night and so moving even when out of focus were now filled with considerations of interests.

The man's deep voice was clear, calm, unhurried, and full of authority:

"Pastry is too sweet, and eating it every day would be tiring. It would be best to have dessert one day a week to meet healthy, low-fat requirements. Overall, the snacks in the company tea room, while generous in portion size, taste terrible. How can we handle this if no one likes them? The money invested is wasted, and it all goes into the trash."

We need to have the purchasing department reduce the number of items they sell and buy food that employees actually like, instead of buying cheap snacks that even dogs wouldn’t eat.”

If even dogs don’t eat, how can employees feel the company’s benefits?

If employees do not feel the company’s benefits and complain about overtime, how can they truly unleash their productivity?

Therefore, company welfare must be strictly enforced.

As Qiao Ruoying listened, she finally understood Jiang Zongye's train of thought.

Combined with Jiang Zongye's previous advice on "interests", her mind seemed to have opened a valve with just a few words:

She should think from the perspective of whoever she reports to.

Like what Jiang Zongye just said, he was thinking completely from the perspective of capital.

He values ​​employee welfare, and ultimately he wants his employees to create more value for the company.

“…”

After thinking it through, the hair on the back of Qiao Ruoying's slender white neck stood up fluffy.

Jiang Zongye's thinking is really... a complete capitalist!

Calling him a capitalist is truly a fitting title.

Just then, after turning another corner, they arrived at the headquarters of Taiheng. Qiao Ruoying quickly called out to the driver, Lao Li.

"Uncle Li, please let me go here."

Qiao Ruoying wanted to get off here, and Lao Li was very embarrassed.

He glanced at Jiang Zongye's expression in the rearview mirror and saw him nod indifferently. Then he parked the car by the sidewalk and let Qiao Ruoying get off.

Hearing Qiao Ruoying's polite and clear voice, "Goodbye, Mr. Jiang, goodbye, Uncle Li," Old Li sighed deeply in his heart.

In his opinion, Qiao Ruoying is a pretty, well-behaved girl with a sweet mouth, but she is a little...unresponsive to current circumstances.

It was obvious that President Jiang wanted to go to the company with her today, but she got off the car first to avoid suspicion. In Jiang Zongye's view, wasn't this a kind of alienation?

Old Li plucked up the courage to glance at Jiang Zongye through the rearview mirror, then quickly looked away.

In the back seat, the man rested his bony fingers on his forehead.

In order to catch up with the traffic light, she sprinted in small steps. In the morning light, her calves under her pencil skirt were straight, slender and white.

He could imagine her running breathlessly, her cheeks flushed a little, like the crabapple blossoms on the branches in early spring.

In his mind, her red cheeks suddenly appeared as she sobbed softly under him, unable to bear it, and her eyes as wet as dewdrops, looking at him.

Suddenly, a nameless fire started burning in Jiang Zong's heart.

He couldn't tell whether Qiao Ruoying was truly ignorant of romance or just pretending to be so, and she had to poke him when they were just getting along so well.

She refused to accept the clothes he gave her, and refused to let him help her find a more comfortable place to live;

When he is in power, they refuse to obey him.

At first, he thought Qiao Ruoying was a vixen who could seduce people and make them ecstatic, so he willingly fell for her tricks.

After repeated contacts, he discovered that Qiao Ruoying was actually a little white rabbit, like a blank piece of paper.

Not only is she a novice in the workplace, she is also a novice in sex. She is shy and will cry and say "no". She needs guidance in everything, which greatly satisfies his desire for control and conquest as a man. He also sees his own bad nature in front of her again and again.

And now, he found that she was sometimes a little white rabbit and sometimes a hedgehog.

It has thorns that prick people from time to time, and the thorns prick deep into their hearts, causing a dull pain.

But, most of his anger was actually directed at himself.

Jiang Zong also frowned, his face as cold as an ancient Greek sculpture carved with knives and axes, and every cut showed "unhappy".

He thought with a bit of contempt, how could his emotions be so easily manipulated by Qiao Ruoying?

Obviously, she has no abilities or means.

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After Qiao Ruoying passed the traffic light, her pace slowed down and she felt a dull pain in the soles of her feet.

The opening of the pencil skirt was extremely narrow, tightly squeezing her calves and preventing her from taking big steps. Coupled with the fact that she was wearing a pair of 5cm pointed stiletto heels, she was basically forced to be "dignified".

Sure enough, a lady who is qualified to wear a suit to work must also have her own car, right?

When she gets to the tea room later, she has to be careful when pouring coffee so that no coffee gets on her shirt.

This fabric looks difficult to wash.

Qiao Ruoying sighed, it turns out that dressing is closely linked to economic foundation.

She decided right then and there that she would go back to wearing her own T-shirts and jeans, as they were more durable and gave her more freedom.

After all, the world is big, and I am the biggest.

As I was thinking, the company was almost there.

She stood in the fountain square in front of the building. The sky, which had been clear and cloudless just a moment ago, was suddenly covered with dark clouds.

The sky was as gray as if it was covered with a layer of cement, deep and light.

The weather is really changing.

Qiao Ruoying sighed.

The same is true between her and Jiang Zongye.

Sometimes she felt he was very close to her, and sometimes she felt he was very far away.

-

Today at work, Zeng Fan, who had been out on business for the past two days, came back.

Zeng Fan has not forgotten that last Friday she saw with her own eyes that Qiao Ruoying did not go home after get off work, but went into the Bulgari hotel. Qiao Ruoying must be "kept" by someone.

What's more, it was only two days since they last saw each other. Qiao Ruoying, whom she had previously mocked as a rustic girl, suddenly brightened up and turned into a mature young girl wearing a suit and a silk scarf around her neckline?

This outfit really gave her the glamorous and beautiful look of a professional woman, so bright and beautiful that Zeng Fan could hardly recognize her.

Seeing that Qiao Ruoying had made a bunch of phone calls and finally booked today's meal, Zeng Fan took the opportunity to go get coffee with her and pulled her into the tea room and asked directly:

"Ruoying, you went to Bulgari last Friday. Who went with you?"

Qiao Ruoying had anticipated Zeng Fan's question. She blinked and asked, "Didn't you and I go there?"

Zeng Fan was confused: "Me? Are you kidding me? Why are you and I going to Bulgari?"

"Yes, if you hadn't gone with me, how would you have known I was going?"

Qiao Ruoying opened her round lychee eyes with black pupils, showing an innocent look.

"..." Zeng Fan was stunned by her question. Tracking someone's whereabouts was inherently unethical, and in this conversation, she was at a disadvantage.

"I just saw it by chance, so were you going there to wait for a man? Who is he?" Zeng Fan continued to inquire with a stubborn face.

"No, I just went in for a walk and then came out." Qiao Ruoying "lied" without blinking.

"Why are you walking around there for no reason?"

"To take some nice pictures."

"..." Zeng Fan knew that Qiao Ruoying was telling lies, but if she said directly "you are lying", Qiao Ruoying would definitely ask her to produce evidence, but she had no evidence in her hand.

It's really tiring.

For the first time, Zeng Fan vaguely felt that hidden beneath Qiao Ruoying's soft and harmless appearance, there was a faint sharpness, like the thorns protecting a rose.

She scoffed and thought to herself, Qiao Ruoying isn't that stupid after all. Thinking this way, she reluctantly started to think a little more highly of Qiao Ruoying.

However, the more Qiao Ruoying tried to cover up, the more Zeng Fan wanted to dig out the man who "kept" Qiao Ruoying.

-

Qiao Ruoying felt that these days she was a little obsessed with this "vague" relationship with Jiang Zongye.

She coveted the good conditions he gave her, liked the elegant fragrance of high-end aromatherapy, coveted the comfort of the chair in his large flat study, and even the Apple phone he bought for her was so smooth and easy to use.

If this continues, she is afraid that she will be corrupted by money.

As it corrodes and corrodes, will she fall into it completely and be unable to get out?

In the past two days, when she woke up on the soft and comfortable silk quilt, she felt like she was living in a fairy tale world that Jiang Zongye had woven for her.

This really couldn't go on. It was time for her to return to her humble little home and have a good sleep on her wooden bed.

After thinking about it, Qiao Ruoying also sent a message to Jiang Zong.

Cat Bite: "Mr. Jiang, do you need anything else tonight?"

She felt that she was being very tactful, omitting the word "sex" before the word "need".

She bit her lip and thought quietly, Jiang Zongye's needs were a little greater, and his physical strength was a little better. When he did it, he was like he didn't care about his life, squeezing her wantonly. Now, the area under her collarbone, covered by her French underwear, was still covered with his messy finger marks, suck marks, and bite marks, as fierce as a hearty battle.

It is said that the more masculine a man is and the higher he stands at the top of the pyramid, the greater his demand in this regard, because this is also a manifestation of a man's competitiveness and jungle mentality.

Qiao Ruoying now experienced this in Jiang Zongye and agreed with him deeply.

Even in bed, he was used to controlling the situation, making her cry, laugh, and want to die, unable to stop.

After having more and more verbal battles with Jiang Zongye on WeChat, she had more or less figured out some of his inner thoughts.

She bit her full lips.

Based on her understanding of the nature of Jiang Zongye, this bastard, he wouldn't pretend not to know and try to trick her by asking, "What needs do you mean?"

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Author's Comment: Jiang Zongye: That's right, I'm going to trick you. Tricking kittens is so much fun.

Yingying: ... (pulls out incendiary agent) (hissing) (the air is finally fresh) [spreads hands] [spreads hands]

Yingbao: The longest and most frequent road I've ever walked in my life was actually Jiang Zongye's routine! [Melted][Melted]

Boss Jiang: The kitten got into my bag while I was putting it on. Yingying, what color sack do you like? [cat paw][cat paw]

There are so many kids who love Xiaoying and Lao Jiang's stories these days. I'm so happy [laughing]. Lao Jiang's views aren't necessarily right, so feel free to tease him or complain about him. Anyway, having fun is the most important thing when reading! (Lao Jiang: Ah, Mom, you treat me like this [melted][melted][burst into tears][burst into tears])

The little conflict between Xiaoying and Mr. Jiang also paves the way for angry sex. Don't worry, babies, they are fine. Mr. Jiang can't live without Xiaoying.