Zheng Yuan was furious, but her sense of superiority since childhood made it impossible for her to stay in that office any longer.
Although she liked Mo Jingchen, she also had her own pride. She wouldn't let anyone trample on her self-esteem, not even Mo Jingchen.
"I won't be going to the branch office," Zheng Yuan said, turning her head slightly to the side before opening the door to Mo Jingchen's office, without turning around completely.
"Miss Zheng, please make yourself at home!"
Zheng Yuan sneered inwardly, raised her head arrogantly, and walked out of Mo Jingchen's office with her back straight.
In public, she still had to maintain the air of the eldest daughter of the Zheng family.
As she rode the elevator down to the underground parking garage, Zheng Yuan sat in her car, tears streaming down her face.
Feeling wronged and alone, she didn't see anyone outside the car window.
Ge Ning recognized it as Zheng Yuan's car, but upon closer inspection, he found Zheng Yuan sitting in the driver's seat, crying sadly.
At this moment, Ge Ning was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay. He stood frozen in place, unsure of what to do.
Just as she was hesitating, Zheng Yuan looked up and glanced out the car window, where she saw Ge Ning standing in front of her car!
Zheng Yuan hastily wiped away her tears, gave a formulaic smile, rolled down the car window, and looked at Ge Ning: "Ningning, is something wrong?"
"I came to pick up some documents for my father, and I just happened to see Sister Zheng's car..."
Ge Ning was clever and didn't mention that she had seen Zheng Yuan cry.
"Ah, the sand got into my eyes when I came in. Ningning, did you just arrive?"
"No, I've already taken the documents and am going back."
“In that case, hurry back. Don’t keep Uncle Ge waiting.” Zheng Yuan’s words still carried the air of a well-bred young lady.
"Well... Sister Zheng, I'll head back now. Let's make another appointment another day."
As Zheng Yuan watched Ge Ning's departing figure, her dissatisfaction with Mo Jingchen deepened once again.
"It's all your fault! You made me look bad in front of everyone!"
Zheng Yuan took out her sunglasses, worried that someone would notice she had just been crying.
They then drove away.
...
"Come to my office," Mo Jingchen said, dialing the internal line, his tone as if he had exploded.
It shocked Assistant Zhou for a few seconds. But only for a few seconds.
"President, you wanted to see me!"
"Next time, if anyone enters my office without my permission, you... know what the consequences will be!"
"But she is Zheng Yuan after all. There's nothing I, as the president's special assistant, can do to her," Assistant Zhou muttered aggrievedly.
On the surface, however, Assistant Zhou still politely said, "I understand, President. There won't be a next time."
Before leaving, Assistant Zhou added, "President, should we prepare lunch for Madam?"
"Get ready. Oh, and prepare some nutritious meals."
"Yes, Mr. President."
Mo Jingchen was busy all morning. After signing the documents, he glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was lunchtime.
He capped the pen in his hand, got up, and walked to the sofa.
After sitting down, Mo Jingchen raised his hand to take off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and relaxed slightly. He then closed his eyes to rest.
An Yiruo, naturally, resumed her usual practice of having meals in Mo Jingchen's office.
"Yi Ruo, you've abandoned me again!" Zhang Yuanyuan looked at Mo Jingchen with a pitiful expression.
"Or, would you like to come up with me?"
"Forget it, I'm not going to be a third wheel!"
Zhang Yuanyuan hurriedly waved her hand in refusal, shaking her head so hard it looked like a rattle drum.
What a joke! If she really went upstairs to have dinner with An Yiruo, she might become the first employee of the Mo Group to die due to excessive electricity in the surrounding area.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanyuan shuddered, grabbed her meal card, and decisively rushed out the door: "Yi Ruo, see you this afternoon."
An Yiruo found her appearance somewhat amusing, took the elevator card, and walked towards the elevator that led directly to the president's office.
"Chen, are you tired?" When An Yiruo came in, she saw Mo Jingchen leaning against the sofa with his eyes closed, resting.
"It's alright. Come and sit down." Mo Jingchen sat up and put his glasses back on.
"Shall I give you a massage?"
"Let's eat first, or the food will get cold."
As usual, Mo Jingchen arranged the dishes neatly in front of An Yiruo one by one.
"Huh? Why is it so lavish today?" An Yiruo asked, looking at the table full of delicious food in front of her.
"You worked hard last night. Eat something good to make up for it today."
Upon hearing this, An Yiruo was instantly devastated. She never expected that the reason for the extra lunch would be this!
She shouldn't have asked!
"Hehe, you should eat more too, to replenish your energy," An Yiruo casually put some food into Mo Jingchen's bowl.
Mo Jingchen glanced at the food in his bowl, which was chives: "Mrs. Mo, are you implying something to me?"
"ah?"
Mo Jingchen handed the food in the bowl to An Yiruo, wanting her to see it for herself.
An Yiruo looked over, and at that moment she wished she could dig the three-bedroom apartment out of the house with her toes! How come the food she was picking up was actually chives!
Who ordered today? Thumbs down!
“Mrs. Mo, tonight…” Mo Jingchen approached An Yiruo with a mischievous grin and whispered in her ear.
However, before she could finish speaking, An Yiruo quickly changed the subject: "Let's eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."
Mo Jingchen understood An Yiruo's little thoughts, smiled indulgently, and continued eating.
After dinner, Mo Jingchen was packing up the lunchboxes: "An'an, I have a business gathering tonight that I can't cancel. I might be home late."
"Okay, I understand."
"If you're not going to Mom's tonight, I'll pick you up after dinner."
"That's exactly what I was thinking," An Yiruo replied. She had originally planned to visit her mother after get off work.
"However, regarding the An family's affairs... what are your plans to do?" An Yiruo hesitated for a moment before deciding to ask the question.
"Don't worry, this is a small matter, your husband can handle it."
Mo Jingchen stroked her head, comforting her.
What Mo Jingchen didn't say was that there were major problems within the An Group. To get the An Group back on track, a major overhaul was necessary to remove all the corrupt elements from the company.
However, attracting talent takes time, and An's Group will not see any new progress or better returns in the short term.
He didn't say it because he was worried that An Yiruo would worry and blame herself if she heard it...
"If it's really too bad, then give up. I don't want to drag you down because of the An family's affairs."
Although An Yiruo had good grades in school, she lacked social work experience.
Mo Jingchen, a master who can see a hundred steps ahead, is naturally not on the same level as a newbie like her who can only see one step at a time.
Therefore, she was unable to share Mo Jingchen's burdens, nor could she solve the An family's current problems.
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