Chapter 38 is disgusting.

Seeing that she was genuinely unaware, Mei Ying felt she had been too talkative.

She had no conflict of interest with Jing Ge, and since they joined at the same time, she was naturally more familiar with him than others.

“If you don’t know, that’s fine,” Mei Ying said. “Sometimes you’re really oblivious. Just now, as soon as you walked in, everyone went silent instantly. Didn’t you notice?”

Jing Ge pursed his lips.

Of course she noticed.

She was troubled by this problem and suffered from insomnia during junior high school. Her psychologist told her that in such situations, she should not observe others, but should shift her attention back to herself.

For example, she had never felt so beautiful and perfect about her nails as she did now.

The fabric of this dress is so soft, like a cloud, and it feels very comfortable against my skin.

The hotel's floor tiles have a nice pattern, but one tile has two cracks. It would have been fine if it had been repaired with grout.

And if she doesn't like the food, she can order herself a tomato and beef brisket noodle soup when she gets back to her dorm.

As she thought about it, she actually began to look forward to that bowl of beef brisket noodles.

Naturally, they overlooked why everyone else fell silent upon seeing her.

She relied on a psychologist when she was young, but now she's older.

Mei Ying sympathized with her: "I feel like you're being bullied in the workplace. Luckily, your boss is Amanda, otherwise you would have been ostracized."

“It was just talk behind my back,” Jing Ge said, his eyes crinkling slightly. “I didn’t hear it. If they called me out directly, I’d still fight back.”

Mei Ying was amused by her.

Once all the leaders arrived, everyone gradually went up to the third floor.

The banquet hall has ten round tables, with the table in the center reserved for leaders, such as Zhang Hong and Amanda.

The remaining nine tables were allocated according to departments, and Jingge sat at one table with Anna and the others.

She certainly didn't qualify based on seniority, but she was Amanda's person, and was on the same level as Anna.

When the leaders were speaking, Zhang Hong made a point of clinking glasses with Amanda, praising her for leading a good team.

Everyone knows he was referring to Jing Ge.

Even the usually composed Amanda almost rolled her eyes.

Who should be praised in this situation?

Isn't that just using Jingla as a target?

“Praise me properly,” she said impatiently, pretending to be sullen. “Which salesperson wasn’t trained by me? Mr. Zhang, I’ve worked my ass off for you, letting you live in a mansion and drive a luxury car, and your praise isn’t even sincere.”

The group burst into laughter.

Only Amanda could talk to the boss like that.

Zhang Hong gestured for everyone to enjoy themselves and to add more food if needed.

The taro and braised pork dish on the table looks delicious. The sauce is glossy, the pork skin looks chewy, and the taro is sweet and glutinous.

As soon as Jing Gefang stretched out his chopsticks, the table suddenly spun around.

Anna exclaimed, "This meat is so fatty! It looks terrifying! Does anyone want to eat it?"

No one spoke.

Jingge looked at her: "I..."

“Nobody’s eating, is that it?” Anna said to herself. “Let’s give it to the male colleagues at the next table. They do heavy work, so they should eat more meat.”

He then told the waiter to take the meat away.

The next dish was two black sesame seed cakes. The soft cakes were served according to the number of people. If there were ten people at a table, there would be ten cakes.

Everyone is considerate and only takes one piece. If they want more, they will wait until the table has been turned around and someone who doesn't like it has left before taking a second piece.

These are all unspoken, basic courtesies of being human.

However, when the table was moved to Jingge's front, only a few pieces of fatty meat remained; the pancakes were gone.

The piece that belonged to her, I don't know whose mouth it ended up in.

The hairy crabs were flown in by Zhang Hong, and each person received one as usual. When it was Jing Ge's turn, there was only one left with a missing leg.

Fortunately, she doesn't like eating such troublesome things.

Jingge would pick up food, and the table would always spin before her chopsticks could settle properly.

Jingge wanted to pour herself a drink, but it was all poured out by her colleagues on the way to the station.

Everyone at the table seemed to be misheard.

I couldn't hear a sound from her.

Their actions were so subtle that no one could find fault with them, and no one would bother to investigate further over a little food.

The others chatted happily.

Jingge lowered his eyes, picked up some pork cracklings, greens, and quinoa salad, and missed the bowl of tomato and beef brisket noodles he would have when he got back even more.

In the latter half of the party, everyone went to toast the boss and leaders.

Anna stood between Amanda and Zhang Hong, reminiscing with them about the past, and even shed tears when she got emotional.

Amanda smiled enigmatically.

Zhang Hong was baffled: "The company's development cannot be separated from each and every one of you. I am grateful to you."

“I joined Womei right after graduation,” Anna said. “It’s been ten years now, and I consider Womei my home. You’ll have to be fair from now on…”

A group of people looked at Jing Ge simultaneously.

Zhang Hong was puzzled, but then said, "Don't worry, I will work hard to improve everyone's salary and benefits. The company will not treat any employee unfairly."

Anna smiled.

He returned to his seat with his wine glass in his hand.

The last dish, sea cucumber and millet porridge, was served in individual bowls, and Jingge didn't get to drink any.

As the waiter was setting the bowls down, Anna suddenly reached for some food and bumped into him, knocking over a bowl.

The waiter was busy apologizing profusely.

"It's nothing, it's nothing. I just drank too much," Anna said good-naturedly. "It's none of your business. You go ahead and do your work."

The other cups had already been placed in front of everyone, but the last cup was not placed on the table and was left with Anna.

The rotating tabletop was now empty when it reached Jingge's side.

Disgusting.

That's really disgusting.

The food itself isn't important; what's truly disgusting is this kind of bloodless killing, trampling on someone's self-esteem and dignity, and attacking their psychological defenses.

Jingge leaned back in his chair and took a sip of water from his cup.

Amanda suddenly called out to her, "Jingge, are you full?"

Jingge turned her face away.

Before he could answer, Zhang Hong suddenly stood up and walked across several tables toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

The eyes of more than a hundred people in the hall all turned to look at it.

Zhang Hong's attitude was both cautious and enthusiastic: "President Li, what a coincidence, you're also having dinner here?"

“I saw Mr. Zhang while I was passing by,” Li Mushi said, dressed in a three-piece suit of shirt, trousers, and vest, exuding a strong business aura. “I thought I’d come over and say hello.”

Zhang Hong: "That's perfect, I'll toast you."

Li Mushi didn't stand on ceremony and followed him in.

Zhang Hong instructed the waiter to clear the table and serve new dishes.

“Mr. Zhang, there’s no need to make such a fuss,” Li Mushi said with a very calm expression. “I’m allergic to alcohol. I just wanted to let you know so I can check if my little one has eaten enough before taking her home with me.”

Everyone on the field was stunned.

He revealed it himself, and Zhang Hong didn't hide it anymore, quickly asking, "Xiao Jing, are you full?"

The air froze for a moment.

It seemed as if one could hear someone's heartbeat, like a clock, ringing out one after another in this breathtaking yet tranquil scene.

The man stood tall and straight in the light, his eyebrows sharp and angular, exuding an imposing aura.

Jingge's feelings of being ostracized by his colleagues suddenly found a place to belong.

The tip of my nose turned red without my noticing.

"No."