As more and more voices filled his ears, a vein throbbed on Song Hengjue's forehead. He remained silent for a moment, almost doubting himself: "Do I really look like an unapproachable capitalist?"
"No, no, Mr. Song, how could you be a capitalist? You are one of the first socialist entrepreneurs in our country to respond to the country's reform and opening-up policy!" Mo Yao's mind worked quickly, and she realized that the boss didn't mean it that way. She breathed a sigh of relief and quickly changed the subject while also expressing her loyalty, "Mr. Song, what specific help do you need from us?"
Song Hengjue remembered her; she had brought her daughter to work at the company last month. The daughter was chubby and soft, and could even call him "Dad."
“Well, I have a friend,” he sat up straight, his back taut, emphasizing, “my friend has fallen for a married woman, but…”
"Huh?" Mo Yao's mind raced. He had prepared himself for an unprecedentedly difficult task, but when he received this answer, his mind went blank for a moment. He belatedly recited his words in his mind, but his mind still went blank for a moment.
He tentatively asked, "You mean, you like... oops, your friend likes a married woman?!"
“Yes, so what is the most appropriate thing for my friend to do now?” Song Hengjue looked straight at her.
Mo Yao reflexively replied, "Then of course we should stop this thought immediately. As everyone knows, being a mistress is..."
Seeing the growing displeasure in Song Hengjue's eyes, Mo Yao shuddered: "...It's a difficult task. As the saying goes, what's suitable is best. How can you know what's suitable until the end? Your...your friend may like a married woman, but maybe her marriage is not suitable at all. Maybe your friend can work hard and take her place. You agree, right, President Song?"
“Yes, that woman’s husband also cheated on her,” Song Hengjue nodded, agreeing vehemently, “and even bought a house for his mistress! He brought his mistress home!”
Mo Yao slapped her thigh: "Then your friend should insist even more. Since that man is unrighteous, then you... your friend should be unrighteous too. Whether a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it's a good cat. The most important thing is to marry the person you love!"
"Continue." Song Hengjue felt relaxed and nodded at her.
Mo Yao: ...
He took a deep breath: "Mr. Song, what are your friend's conditions like? We need to find the right solution for each situation."
"The company boss is worth tens or hundreds of millions, and looks..." Fang Nan secretly glanced at Song Hengjue, "...about the same as your CEO Song."
"And their personalities, are they similar too?" Mo Yao's face stiffened.
Fang Nan nodded firmly.
Mo Yao was rendered speechless for a long time before she finally turned to the secretaries beside her with a forced smile and asked, "Sisters, what do you think?"
The smiles on the faces of those who were called upon froze instantly, and they stepped forward with stiff shoulders.
"I think your friend's biggest advantage is money. Giving money is a good idea. No one will dislike money; it's the safest thing to do."
Song Hengjue shook his head: "She has plenty of her own, she doesn't care." He said it with a hint of pride.
"Well... if material things aren't feasible, how about something romantic? Sending breakfast? Bringing an umbrella in the rain?"
Song Hengjue scoffed: "She said this is the lowest-level trick a young couple plays."
Mo Yao, in a fit of desperation, said, "Since Assistant Fang said your friend is so handsome, then let's offer him our looks. No woman can resist a handsome man throwing himself into her arms."
Song Hengjue swallowed hard: "...It's not impossible."
Yang Qingheng's words from that day suddenly flashed into his mind, resonating with a powerful impact.
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