Chapter 12

When Zheng Juyong appeared in Hassan's factory again, the manager on duty looked at him with suspicion. Is this the same person who was covered in dust last night?

Last night, he looked like a worker. If Hassan hadn't found the signature on the receipt, no one would have thought he was a big shot. But today, he has completely transformed himself, looking tall and handsome, full of vigor and vitality.

Zheng Juyong was already familiar with the procedures here, and upon arriving, he actively stepped forward to make arrangements, as if to live up to Guan Ying's praise in the morning. The more he ran around and worked actively, the more Guan Ying followed him closely.

"Guan Ying, you should go and have a rest. There's no need to stay with me like this. I did it once last night and it's no problem. Don't worry." He thought she was worried.

"I'm relieved. This job is not difficult. You've been running for so long and your head is sweating so much. Aren't you tired?" Guan Ying took out a pink handkerchief from somewhere and raised her hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Uh... I'll do it myself." He couldn't stand the sudden tenderness of the bully.

"Tsk, don't move!" Guan Ying held down his hand, which he raised in confusion, and wiped it more carefully.

Only when they were face to face and close together did he realize that Guan Ying looked a little different today. Was she wearing blush? She had run ahead of him that morning, so he hadn't noticed her makeup today.

"Don't you dislike the color pink? This handkerchief isn't Sister Jiawei's, right? Also, are you wearing blush?" He tilted his head and came closer, staring at her face without any scruples to find out.

The manager on duty who was walking behind him thought from a distance that the two were kissing, so he tactfully turned around and made a phone call.

The show was almost over. Guan Ying stuffed the handkerchief into his palm and took a step back: "It's new, you keep it!"

Zheng Juyong clutched the pink handkerchief: "Huh? I'll keep it?" The love ring on his index finger also flashed into Guan Ying's eyes.

"This ring?"

"Oh, Qiao Qi and I each have one."

The day she met Qiao Qi at the club, she was wearing a riot of accessories, but she hadn't noticed the plain ring among them. It was so plain, she knew it was bought by Zheng Juyong.

"Um, so you're still going to make the scissors hand gesture when taking photos now, right?"

"Wow, that's so silly, you have to do this," he gave her a thumbs-up. Last night, when he and Hassan took a photo together, he initially thought Hassan was going to upload the photo to social media, so he also posed like this. "You want to take a photo? There's nothing worth taking pictures of here. Seriously, after we finish these things, let's go to that Ferrari theme park..."

Guan Ying interrupted him: "Take it off and lend it to me."

"ring?"

"Yes, hurry up!" Without waiting for Zheng Juyong to react, she had already taken it off. She didn't wear it, but put it on the necklace. It didn't match her original pendant at all and looked very abrupt.

"Just keep working here and don't make any mistakes!" After saying that, Guan Ying followed the manager on duty and entered the office.

Not long after, Zheng Juyong was directing truck dispatch at the factory when he saw a familiar yellow Lamborghini pull into the gate. Hassan, dressed in a white robe, stood beside the car with his hands on his hips. He glanced at him from a distance. Zheng waved, but Hassan turned and went into the office.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, as if no one except Zheng Juyong cared about the steel outside.

More than an hour later, the last truckload of goods was handed over. Zheng Juyong walked towards the office with a stack of documents. He wanted to go back and find the manager on duty to sign them.

Just then, several people from the office walked out together.

Guan Ying waved at him enthusiastically from afar, and perhaps because he was walking too slowly, she jumped down the stairs quickly and trotted over to meet him.

Hassan still stood there with his hands on his hips, his face expressionless.

"What have you been talking about for over an hour?" A corner of a pink handkerchief was still visible from the breast pocket of Zheng Juyong's polo shirt.

Guan Ying took his arm and smiled happily: "Today is all thanks to you, Boss Zheng."

She was so happy, it must be because the delivery of this batch of goods went smoothly. Zheng Juyong was able to help, so of course she was happy too: "So happy? Are you and Hassan really friends?"

Guan Ying said mysteriously: "It wasn't like that before, but it will be like that in the future!"

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On the way back to the dormitory, it was almost evening. Guan Ying turned down the car windows and turned up the stereo all the way, in a good mood.

"Jiawei, are you back to the hotel?"

"No, I want to help you contact more potential customers." Jiawei's voice was a little hoarse and very tired.

"Haha, Jiawei, I have good news to tell you! They're sold, all sold!"

"..." Jiawei reacted briefly on the other end of the phone. "Is that Hassan? Wow! I told you, he's not even that bad. You were insisting on keeping public and private affairs separate! Great! Do you know that the market is not optimistic? The carbon standards set by ESA are too high. Many of our Chinese companies can't even get a ticket. Even if we do manage to get in touch with some, some of them are acquaintances of Sabur. As soon as they heard about Xicheng Steel, they wouldn't talk to me anymore! I'm so angry. It was clearly Sabur who broke the contract, but they just clung together and didn't care about right or wrong! I think you shouldn't have given Sabur any sympathy before. Ask Brother Yan to make your lawsuit transparent, so we don't have to suffer such a loss."

This was the first time that Jiawei had the opportunity to experience the cruelty of the market firsthand, so she was full of complaints at the moment. She was unwilling to return empty-handed, and also felt unfair about the pressure Guan Ying had to bear every day.

"Jiawei, you've really suffered for me. Okay, go back to the hotel, take a nice hot bath, and get a good sleep! Tomorrow, I'll take you out for some fun!"

"Really? I can finally play? Guan Guan, I love you so much!"

"I love you too, I love you so much!" Guan Ying's response was no less than that of the "sweet girl" Jiawei.

Guan Ying always had a way. While ignoring Zheng Juyong beside her, she also made Zheng Juyong feel that it was his own rudeness: she drove and played the radio at the same time, causing Zheng Juyong to not dare to breathe at all. He wished he was invisible and wished he was under the car!

The car passed the dormitory, but Guan Ying did not stop and continued driving forward.

Zheng Juyong leaned against the car window and looked out, with a series of questions in his mind, but he was too passive that day, so he was now somewhat accustomed to any unexpected arrangements made by Guan Ying.

"Zheng Juyong, why are you so quiet?"

"Oh... me, looking at the scenery."

Guan Ying looked around: "Those are date palm trees outside. Are you tired? Or hungry?"

These days, Zheng Juyong has been so busy that he can only eat one meal a day. But today, with Guan Ying working beside him, he seems less busy. "It's okay. You don't need me to drive, so I'm not tired, so I'm not that hungry."

"If you're not tired yet, let's buy a pot and go home to cook. Auntie brought so many good things, it would be a bit of a waste if we still eat out."

It turned out that she was going to buy a pot and he had forgotten about it.

"Guan Ying, you are too thrifty. When you go out, you can be nicer to yourself. Food, clothing, housing and transportation don't cost much." He thought he was saying caring words and would not ruin her good mood.

But Guan Ying gave him a sharp look: "You know how to spend money, but you don't know how hard it is to make money!"

"Actually, I know that it must have been very difficult for you out there these past few years, so I told you that you should be nicer to yourself." He was serious.

The date palm trees on the roadside ahead were quietly covered with a pink veil by the setting sun. He must have treated Qiao Qi very well.

Her razor-like eyes drooped for a moment, then she pulled herself together and patted the steering wheel: "Okay! I'll treat myself well tonight!"

In the end, her way of treating herself well was to buy meatballs and fresh vegetables to cook hot pot. In addition, to make full use of Zheng Juyong's free labor, she also bought ten or so cases of beer and asked him to carry them back to the dormitory one by one.

When Zheng Juyong carried the last box of wine from the trunk of his car back to the dormitory, he was finally too tired to straighten his back. He lay down on the sofa and complained: "Guan Ying, are you an alcoholic? You really treat me like a beast of burden!"

"Have you finished moving?" Guan Ying had already finished her shower quickly and emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a headscarf. "Not bad, young man! Why don't you hurry to the kitchen and start the hot pot? It's already late, why don't you hurry?"

"Haha~ Guan Ying, you go and cook, let me rest for a while!" He always plays tricks on Guan Ying unconsciously when he breaks down.

Guan Ying kicked him, "Go!" Seeing that he pretended not to hear, she aimed at his butt and kicked him again, "Are you going or not? If not, go back home tomorrow. There's no point in keeping you here!"

"Oh my god!"

At night, the fatigue of the whole day and the pressure of the previous few days finally came to her body and mind at this moment. Zheng Juyong started to lose his temper behind her back and banged the pots and pans in the kitchen.

Guan Ying was in the living room, trimming her nails, applying a facial mask, and applying body lotion, feeling contented. She had Zheng Juyong to thank for this, as he had woken her up. Shouldn't she really be nicer to herself?

When the steaming hot pot was served on the table, Guan Ying was still fiddling with the hair care essence on her hair.

Zheng Juyong didn't understand and was unhappy: "Why, Xiao Weiyan is coming soon?"

"I did ask him, he has a social engagement in Dubai tonight." The long hair was rolled up in the palm of her hand, emitting a faint fragrance. Guan Ying lowered her head and sniffed it, feeling relaxed both physically and mentally.

Zheng Juyong was even more confused. If it wasn't for Xiao Weiyan, then it couldn't be for this hot pot!

"You'll smell like hot pot later... Isn't all this trouble for nothing?"

"What do you care about me? I enjoy it!" Guan Ying picked up some of her favorite food with chopsticks, took it back to the bedroom, played some music, and went to entertain herself.

Zheng Juyong was left out in the living room, like a male nanny. Although he had said that he would cook all the meals in order to keep her, when she actually did it, he felt that she was taking it for granted! Moreover, didn't this just show that she was used to men being "used to their full potential"?

The half-open bedroom door, like the phone call he couldn't make last night, made him feel uncomfortable. But she had the upper hand now, and he didn't dare to offend her easily.

Zheng Juyong unpacked the wine box and ate hot pot, then filled his stomach. Whether it was the pressure of the past few days or the helplessness of being bossed around by Guan Ying, he had nowhere to vent. He was also used to tolerating her, so he could only drink a few more bottles of wine and fall asleep.

While sleeping soundly, I felt as if I had been beaten all over.

When he opened his eyes drowsily, he vaguely realized that he was lying on the floor, and next to his head was a pair of white women's ankles, pacing back and forth in front of him, making him dizzy.

"Qiqi..." Zheng Juyong narrowed his eyes and grabbed an ankle.

The foot quickly pulled away as if startled, and kicked him hard on the shoulder instead.

"It hurts, why do you always push me away..." He shrank his shoulders in pain, but took the opportunity to tightly grasp the foot again, and simply pressed his head on the instep, holding on tightly, "Haha, I know, you want to drive me away, but I won't! Hehe..."

The instep of his foot relaxed in sympathy.

"Qiqi, don't chase me away... I don't want you to do this for my own good..." Zheng Juyong's words became more and more outrageous.

His ears were pulled, and the pain made him a little more awake.

"Zheng Juyong, open your eyes and see who I am!" Guan Ying kindly helped him back to bed, but he was too heavy and fell to the floor halfway, which made her worried.