Chapter 3 Office "How is your wound?"
Qiao Ruoying took back the room card that was supposed to be assigned to her, 2001, and pushed her suitcase and the suspender skirt that Jiang Zongye had given her, and quickly returned to her room.
Zeng Fan lived next door to her. In 2002, the two of them made an appointment to go shopping together in the afternoon, to SKP.
North City SKP is full of famous luxury brands. Under the spacious dome, the marble tiles are bright and pleasant. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of toast and the aroma of roasted coffee is becoming more and more rich.
Burberry, Channel, Louis Vuitton... they are hung in bright windows, and under the carefully set lights, they convey an atmosphere of extravagance and a subtle sense of "superiority".
Zeng Fan likes to take Qiao Ruoying shopping because she can act like a superior person in front of Qiao Ruoying.
Her favorite thing was to take Qiao Ruoying to the store window and let the window reflect Qiao Ruoying wearing a 300-yuan skirt from Taobao and some makeup that would even reduce her looks.
When entering the store, SA automatically ignored Qiao Ruoying who was following behind her and just greeted her with a smile.
Every time this happened, Zeng Fan could regain a little of his self-esteem that was defeated by Qiao Ruoying's dazzling appearance.
When going out shopping today, Qiao Ruoying considered whether to wear the Chrome Hearts patterned halter dress that Jiang Zongye gave her, but once she put on this dress, wouldn't it be a clear sign of her and Jiang Zongye's "affair"?
So Qiao Ruoying was just thinking about it.
When she went out, she wore a short-sleeved T-shirt of no-name brand and a pair of loose trousers, with a thin and round waist pinched in the middle. Apart from her invincible youth, she had nothing else on her.
"This scarf will last you a month without food or water," Zeng Fan said, smiling as he asked the salesperson to wrap the scarf. It was a thin, translucent silk scarf dyed wheat-ear yellow, with a large double-C logo printed on the edge.
"Yeah." Qiao Ruoying nodded honestly, "I wouldn't spend money on a scarf like this. Not even if I had money."
She admitted it openly and generously, and even the SA who was packing scarves couldn't help but take another look at Qiao Ruoying.
Zeng Fan felt a little discouraged. She often felt this way. Ridiculing Qiao Ruoying was like punching cotton, without any force.
Qiao Ruoying does not feel the embarrassment of being poor, nor does she have such an inflated self-esteem that she would get angry if someone provoked her with words.
In fact, Zeng Fan herself is also "putting on a brave face". She spends lavishly on clothes, but is just like a normal person in other aspects.
This night is Sunday night.
They just followed their supervisor Lily on a business trip to North City, and they were going to take a red-eye flight back to Luocheng in the evening so that they could catch their shift on Monday.
When they took the plane, they both bought economy class tickets, and Qiao Ruoying and Zeng Fan sat side by side.
The two girls found their seats with their plane tickets. Zeng Fan sat by the window and Qiao Ruoying sat by the aisle.
As the plane was about to take off, the tall stewardess in airline uniform squatted politely in front of Qiao Ruoying with a standard smile showing eight white teeth.
"Hello, Miss Qiao, your seat is in the first-class cabin in front."
The stewardess' voice was calm, but to Qiao Ruoying and Zeng Fan, it sounded like thunder out of the blue.
"First class?" Zeng Fan was the first to shout. "Did you pay for an upgrade?"
She looked at Qiao Ruoying in surprise.
"No."
Qiao Ruoying vaguely suspected that this was Jiang Zongye's doing. After all, no one in her family had ever flown, and Jiang Zongye was the only one who had the means and the willingness to upgrade her seat.
Under Zeng Fan's surprised gaze, Qiao Ruoying followed the stewardess forward. Her panda-shaped canvas bag was attentively carried in the stewardess's hand.
The flight attendant observed Qiao Ruoying's expression and immediately realized that this was her first time flying in first class.
After Qiao Ruoying sat down, she gently explained to her the details of flying business class: "...Here is the menu and drinks. Please select them first and set a time with us. We will serve you the meal at the designated time. The seat can be reclined. This is the reclining button. Press it and you can lie down and catch up on your beauty sleep."
Qiao Ruoying nodded.
If she hadn't been told, she really wouldn't have known these details.
She thought she would have to pay for her own first-class meals, which she would never do. She also didn't know that the seats in first class could be reclined for sleeping.
Experience is everything.
Looking out the window at the azure sky that was unobstructed by the plane's wings for the first time, the large and spacious space, and the seats folded flat as wide as a bed, Qiao Ruoying felt that she had made another profit.
After the Rosewood Hotel, she got a first-class seat on an airplane.
She wanted to send a WeChat message to thank Jiang Zongye, but then she remembered that she didn't have his contact information.
If that's the case, how will Jiang Zong find her two days later? Never mind, it's not something she should worry about anyway.
After being tormented by Jiang Zongye all night and shopping at SKP during the day, Qiao Ruoying quickly fell into a deep sleep and did not see the messages Zeng Fan frantically sent to her on her phone.
"Ruoying, did you pay for the upgrade?"
"Or did someone pay you to upgrade it?"
"Ruoying, let's make a deal. You go sit in first class for a while, and I'll wear a silk scarf for you for two days. How about that?"
...
Qiao Ruoying ignored her during the entire flight, which made Zeng Fan go crazy.
In order to send a message to Qiao Ruoying, she even bought an in-flight WiFi for fifty yuan.
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On Monday, while going to work, Qiao Ruoying was squeezed in the bustling subway crowd and felt that her head was heavy and dizzy, as if it was carrying a jack.
She touched her forehead and found it was burning hot, then she realized that she had a fever.
Qiao Ruoying thought about taking sick leave, but she couldn't bear to do so because her attendance salary would be deducted if she did.
She decided to endure it, so she ordered Meituan to deliver medicine and asked the rider to deliver the fever-reducing medicine to the company.
There is a regular meeting every Monday. The administrative assistant is responsible for booking the meeting room, changing the table flowers in the conference room, and organizing the meeting minutes. Qiao Ruoying puts on her only professional suit and sits in an inconspicuous corner of the conference room.
Two long North American black walnut tabletops extend outward, with Phalaenopsis orchids, hydrangeas, lilies and bluebells planted in an orderly arrangement in the center with moist floral mud.
On both sides sat executives in suits, their suits as black as crow wings, and from a distance they looked like a dark mass of people. Since the speaker of today's regular meeting was the group's president Jiang Zongye, everyone's mood was also dark.
Qiao Ruoying experienced what true "death silence" meant.
It seems that everyone is afraid of Jiang Zongye.
"Ding Dong!" The gilt enamel engraved clock on the wall of the conference room rang out eight times from afar.
The heavy wooden door opened and Jiang Zong walked in.
He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a deep and majestic figure. He wears a gray vest and a pinstriped tie, and his muscular arms hold his shirt tightly. Whether it is his body shape, muscles or the expression on his face, he carries the aura of a high-level human.
A top-level Alpha-like existence.
"Let's get started. Who will report first?" Jiang Zong also didn't like to drag out meetings and got straight to the point.
Qiao Ruoying took the antipyretic and felt a little dizzy. She was awakened by his neither loud nor soft voice, "Let's start", and her fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard.
Fortunately, the senior executives had already sent her the PPT in advance, so she only needed to note some key points.
In the middle of the meeting, the dull atmosphere made Jiang Zong very unhappy. He bent his fingers and tapped the wooden table, saying in a deep voice:
"Taehyung invited you here with such a competitive package. He's not just buying your time, he's buying your heart and soul. Taehyung is not a charity. Anyone whose ability doesn't deserve this salary should resign."
Such a cold voice, as if it had just been dug out from a frozen lake in Siberia at minus 30 degrees Celsius, was so cold that people trembled. Everyone below reflected on whether their "ability was worthy of the salary."
Sitting in the corner, resting her head on her hands from time to time, Qiao Ruoying was even more frightened by him. She had only barely passed the five rounds of interviews before being admitted. Did Mr. Jiang see that she was not capable enough?
No, I really can't be fired. Qiao Xiaokui, you have to work harder.
Qiao Ruoying silently made a "Come on, Lu Xiaokui" gesture to herself in her heart.
The meeting ended fifteen minutes early.
When Jiang Zongye left the meeting room, he glanced at the girl sitting in the corner.
She was wearing an ill-fitting women's suit, her seaweed-like hair hung down on her shoulders, and her cheeks were stained with an unhealthy red. Although she was dressed so ordinary, she had a decadent and pitiful beauty.
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"Ahhh, I heard Boss Jiang got angry in the conference room today? So, isn't he quite majestic when he gets angry?"
"Even when he's angry, he's full of masculinity. I love this kind of cold-faced, icy boss the most."
"Boss Jiang looks so cold and sour-faced in person. I really want to know what he's like in private. Imagine him melting just for you, and being so reserved just for you. I want to see Boss Jiang say sweet words."
As soon as Qiao Ruoying returned to the office, she was stopped by her colleague from the administrative department, Du Xinrong, who was known as Boss Jiang's number one dream girl. She heard her scream a few times.
"...Don't think about it. Boss Jiang is not as wonderful as you imagine." Qiao Ruoying couldn't help but interrupted Rongrong's fantasy.
"What's wrong?" Rongrong glared at her.
“…”
Qiao Ruoying was speechless.
Could she say that Boss Jiang’s size was too impressive? After a day and a half, she still felt the pain as if her tender flesh was being broken?
Just thinking about it made her eyes misty and her red lips parted slightly. Before a small movie theater appeared in her mind, she quickly left Rongrong to upload the meeting minutes.
Halfway through, Lily came in wearing Valentino's riveted high heels and asked Qiao Ruoying if she was feeling unwell.
Qiao Ruoying honestly answered that she had a low fever, but quickly assured that she had taken antipyretics and it would not affect her work.
At noon, Qiao Ruoying finished her meal in the cafeteria and was about to go back to her cubicle to stay for an hour when someone patted her shoulder. She turned around and saw Li Zheng handing her a gold-stamped elevator card.
"Xiao Qiao, take Mr. Jiang's special elevator to the top floor. No need to knock, just go in."
Qiao Ruoying understood that Jiang Zong had also come to see her.
Thinking of Jiang Zongye's anger in the morning and his mention of "ability", Qiao Ruoying felt instinctively uneasy.
Could it be that Mr. Jiang has changed his mind and is "inviting" her up here, intending to fire her?
She is just an administrative assistant with no professional skills and can be easily replaced.
Thinking of this, she walked even more lightly.
The slender little hand pressed on the heavy wooden door, pushed it open, and passed through the porch where collections and paintings were placed. What came into view was a large floor-to-ceiling window. The lower edge of the window sill was against the wooden floor, and the upper edge was against the ceiling, reflecting the luxurious city skyline outside the window. The high-rise buildings in the distance looked like giants standing side by side hand in hand, solemn and distant.
The desk faces the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Opposite the desk, there were two leather sofas and a coffee table in the empty room. The coffee table and the sofa were two meters apart.
Qiao Ruoying was very curious. The coffee table and sofa were so far away, so how did the guests drink tea when they came in?
The colors here are solemn and high-end black, white and gray. Apart from the evergreen potted plants on both sides of the sofa, there is no vitality at all.
"Asexual" style, this word popped up in Qiao Ruoying's mind.
However, Jiang Zongye himself is not at all frigid. The style he decorated his house in is really deceptive.
"Wait for me in the lounge." Jiang Zong said this in front of the tall chair.
Qiao Ruoying nodded and saw the outline of a door on the cherry wood wall hanging. She pushed the door open and saw a standard room similar to that of a hotel, with a window, a bathroom and a large snow-white bed.
She walked over and sat down on the bed, her hands clasped on her knees.
It suddenly occurred to her that there was a loophole in the agreement, which did not specify how many times a week they had to have this "sleeping relationship".
What if Jiang Zong wants it too frequently?
She couldn't stand it either.
I can only hope that Jiang Zong is also a workaholic and doesn't think about that kind of thing every day.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, she just raised her face and the man's big hand with light calluses covered her forehead.
His palm was still cold, so cold and icy that she shivered and subconsciously tilted her face back.
Jiang Zong also firmly held the back of her head and carefully felt her forehead, which was as delicate as porcelain.
"Fever?" His voice was still cold, carrying the pressure of a superior.
"Yeah, it's a low-grade fever."
After getting used to the warmth of his palm, she felt that it was quite comfortable to have his hand there, cooling her slightly hot forehead.
Jiang Zong also looked at her, and his eyes became obscure for a moment.
Fever, fever only occurs when there is inflammation.
"Take off your pants and let me see them," he ordered.
"..." Qiao Ruoying was dumbfounded. This man asked her to take off her pants without saying a few words. Isn't he too impatient?
Qiao Ruoying felt that at this juncture, she had to show some fearlessness in order to stop Jiang Zongye from his lustful behavior.
"Mr. Jiang, we're still in the office. Let's go to the hotel and... and..."
Then let it simmer for a while.
“…”
Jiang Zong also looked at her without saying a word.
Qiao Ruoying felt guilty for a moment.
Why does she overestimate her own abilities and challenge the "power"?
Hasn’t the shadow of Boss Jiang’s anger this morning still faded?
Are you bored because you've eaten too much?
"When we get to the hotel, you can do whatever you want to me. I'll do whatever you want."
In a panic, she blurted out these words.
Jiang Zongye had one leg propped up on the cashmere carpet, half-kneeling in front of the bed, right at her eye level. The girl saw that his beautiful peach-shaped eyes were filled with interest.
"Is it true that I can do anything to you?"
"Yeah." She nodded. After all, a woman's words are as good as hers.
Jiang Zong also chuckled twice. After receiving her assurance, he smoothed his platinum cufflinks and explained slowly:
“I didn’t ask you to come here to do that.
I want to see how your wound is."
The author has something to say:
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Yingbao: You want to take off my pants right away, is that appropriate? [question mark][question mark]
Boss Jiang: You are overthinking it.
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