Chapter 7 The Uninvited Guest

Su Pu's view had been blocked by the persistent man, but now that the obstruction was gone, he could finally see the person in the wheelchair not far away.

"Frank, you don't like disabled people?"

Li Jichuan slightly lifted his eyelids and looked directly at his assistant. "Is it my fault that I stole your resources?"

Frank's voice trembled. "Of course not. You, I'm not talking about you."

"Aren't you talking about me? My legs are like this, aren't I disabled?" Li Jichuan's gaze remained fixed, like a beast about to launch an attack, his eyes beginning to devour and suppress.

“You are different from them…” Frank wiped his face, removing the cold sweat from his forehead. “What I mean is, you are already excellent. He… he spilled all the coffee. I was just worried about affecting your taste.”

Li Jichuan remotely controlled the wheelchair to slowly approach, "Different? In what way are we different?"

"Because he's mute and I'm lame, so it's different?"

The man chuckled and continued to press, "But didn't you just say that it's all because of us deaf-mute people, people with missing limbs, that we're wasting the taxes you pay?"

Upon seeing the president appear, the receptionist couldn't sit still any longer. She had been resentful ever since she heard that an intern had been ousted by Frank last week.

"Mr. Li, I can testify that the coffee wasn't spilled at all when it was served. Frank deliberately spilled it and made things difficult for the waiter!"

She paused, then remembered something else, "The coffee you didn't get last week was also delivered by this employee. Frank gave him a hard time, and afterwards he kept making things difficult for the employees who spoke up for him."

“That afternoon when you returned to the company, you drank the cold coffee and praised it as very delicious, which is why Frank bought from his store again this time.”

The young woman summarized, "He was flattering you on one hand, but on the other hand, he was taking revenge on innocent employees. When I spoke up for the employees, Frank started cursing at me too!"

Li Jichuan remained silent, looking at the little mute boy beside him who was panting heavily, almost like a bellows, "Is there such a thing?"

"You delivered the coffee last week too, and now my employee is causing you trouble?"

Su Pu took a few more deep breaths before starting to type.

I was indeed late in delivering the coffee last week; it was my fault for not being able to get it before you left.

Li Jichuan looked at it, hummed in agreement, and tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his left index finger in a rhythmic motion. He said slowly, "So, what's your problem this time?"

[I felt I was fine this time. I was worried about the food being slow, so I ran up the stairs to bring it up, which was already earlier than last time... Besides, it's hand-drip coffee, and it's made with washed beans that have a milder flavor. If the brewing time isn't long enough, the fruity aroma and natural acidity won't be preserved, which would be a waste of good beans.]

Li Jichuan agreed with this point.

The person in the wheelchair looked up at Frank, but instead of looking down, he appeared even more disdainful, like a king who made people bow down and submit.

"If you dislike him so much, why do you still order his coffee?"

Frank explained weakly, "You said last time that this place makes delicious food..."

Li Jichuan burst out laughing, "You're so caring towards me, a disabled person, yet you're so ruthless towards other disabled people. My assistant really has a big heart!"

He lowered his raised index finger, then wrapped his entire hand around the wheelchair remote control buttons. The silent wheels rolled over several marble tiles, and he pressed himself against Frank.

"If you're so reluctant to part with the little bit of tax you pay, why don't you just stop paying it altogether?"

Frank was dumbfounded. "Huh?"

Li Jichuan glanced sideways, signaling Su Pu to follow him, and left a message for the front desk: "Notify HR that employee Xu Zihao's salary has been reduced to below the personal income tax threshold due to work errors and unprofessional attitude."

The little girl snapped her fingers, "Alright!"

Li Jichuan suddenly stopped, turned around and glanced at the little mute who was still standing there, panting and angry.

"Su Pu, come along and get me the coffee."

...

This was the first time in Su Pu's life that he had stepped into the president's office.

Not to mention, the owner of this huge office is her husband.

After entering, Li Jichuan gestured to Su Pu to put the coffee on his desk.

Su Pu jogged over, then quickly seized the opportunity to linger and glance at the space where Li Jichuan had spent so much time and energy.

"So curious?"

Li Jichuan had already remotely controlled his wheelchair to sit on the desk and took a sip of coffee.

The display shelves were filled with many private collections, and Su Pu examined them one by one, feeling that he could hardly take it all in.

She took a moment to turn around, nodded vigorously at her husband twice, and then turned back to look at him.

Li Jichuan's lips curled into a smile. "Take whichever one you like. It's yours."

This time, Su Pu didn't turn to look at him; she just observed him while shaking her head.

These things must be of great significance, and he doesn't have any means of preserving them. He can't very well take them home and put them on the bedside table in their bedroom, can he?

Taking what others love is not his habit.

"Did you make today's coffee?" Li Jichuan asked again.

Su Pu nodded in agreement.

"Hmm, not as good as last week..." He took another sip and smacked his lips in comment.

Su Pu would definitely be unhappy with that.

He studied coffee making for a long time, and his best skill was hand-drip coffee.

There are even coffee lovers from other places who come to the store just to try his coffee!

Upon hearing this, the little mute immediately turned around, panting as he ran to the desk, excitedly using sign language to describe the flavor of the beans.

Li Jichuan stared at him for a while, then forced a smile and reminded him, "Excuse me, can you type? I can't understand..."

Su Pu paused for a moment, then realized her lapse in composure and immediately took out her phone and started tapping away.

"What I'm trying to say is that I understand you rushed the production process this time in order to deliver the goods on time, and I can sense your anxiety."

Su Pu's nimble fingers suddenly stopped, and she looked up, staring blankly at Li Jichuan.

“I’m comparing your coffee from last week with today’s. Last time, even though the coffee was cold, the flavor hadn’t dissipated. This time, the taste is lighter, the acidity is sufficient, but the other aromas haven’t fully developed.”

Su Pu thought for a moment, deleted his lengthy explanation, and edited it again.

Last time I mixed two ice cubes with the bean curd to bring out the citrus notes, but this time I didn't have time...

"Yes, this one is a little lacking in sweetness."

Su Pu thought for a moment, then lowered her eyes and typed.

[Mr. Li, are you going out later?]

Since the car accident, Li Jichuan has reduced his external affairs to a minimum, and handles most of his work in the office.

He shook his head. "No, why?"

"Wait for me, I'll go make you another one, and this one will taste even better."

Li Jichuan raised an eyebrow. "So confident?"

Su Pu's cheeks flushed, and she smiled shyly.

I will try my best.

He tried to leave as soon as he finished speaking, unable to wait to prove his abilities, but Li Jichuan grabbed his wrist.

"Wait a moment?"

Su Pu turned around, looking puzzled.

Li Jichuan poured him a glass of warm water using the tabletop water dispenser. "Go sit there for a while, finish your water, and then go downstairs."

Su Pu: ?

Li Jichuan took a few deep breaths, his words carrying a deeper meaning, "What I meant was, some people are practically bursting with anger."

Upon hearing this, Su Pu's cheeks burned even hotter. Because of his embarrassment, his breathing became even more labored, and the air seemed to grow thinner.

Li Jichuan placed his bone china teacup beside him, "Listen to me, go over there and catch your breath..."

...

Ten minutes later, Su Pu came downstairs with a bright red face.

Before leaving, Li Jichuan gave him a VIP access card, which allowed him to take the private elevator directly to the top floor without having to report to the security guard.

The mute boy returned to the shop in a daze and immediately made another hand-drip cup and served it to the customer.

However, Li Jichuan was in a meeting this time, and Su Pu handed the coffee to the front desk. Just before getting on the elevator, she saw Frank walking out of the restroom, sobbing.

In an instant, this incredibly happy day became even happier.

By 4:30 p.m., Su Pu began to wrap up her work for the day and also helped her colleagues with a few takeout orders.

"The handsome and kind-hearted Little Su Bodhisattva~" After finishing the calculations, Ouyang started to discuss the shift change with him, "I have a makeup exam this Saturday, so can you cover my early shift tomorrow?"

Ouyang is studying at a nearby university, majoring in business. His future ambition is to rise to the top and become a white-collar worker in the company upstairs.

Su Pu is easy to talk to and always helps whenever he can, and this time was no exception, since he had nothing to do on the weekend anyway.

Ouyang turned around and looked at Su Pu, who was wiping the equipment, and immediately went over to him eagerly.

"Mom, let me do it! How can I let my benefactor do this kind of work? I can handle it!"

Ouyang speaks with a Northeastern accent, which sounds both friendly and funny. Su Pu was so amused by him that her eyes crinkled with laughter, and she didn't even notice when the rag in her hand was snatched away.

“Brother, someone came looking for you just now,” Ouyang gestured with his chin, indicating to Su Pu to look at the row of seats in the corner. “I’ll do the rest of the work for you. You go find him first, and don’t forget to clock in on time!”

Su Pu's eyes still held a hint of a smile, but when he looked over, his expression immediately turned serious.

Su Hui?

Why is he here?