Chapter 73 The Meal Delivery Owner's Wife is Handsome and Kind
The New Year has passed, and Jin Zhao still doesn't know what the New Year's gift Jiang Xiliu said she would give him is.
However, not long after, he discovered that three more potted plants had appeared in the greenhouse.
Xi Zhen kept a close watch on him, completely forbidding him from entering the small room inside the flower room again.
Jin Zhao could only catch a glimpse of the three potted plants from afar, wondering if they were the New Year's gift Jiang Xiliu had given him.
Regardless, the amount of money spent was more than expected, which put Jin Zhao at ease.
Jiang Fuhuai disliked Jin Zhao and spent his days going out to drink tea and fish with his friends, too lazy to bother him. Xi Zhen was also afraid of Jin Zhao, and when she had something to do, she would no longer ask Jin Zhao to do it. As for the other employees in the house, they regarded Jin Zhao as half a master and would never ask him to do anything.
Aside from walking the dog and cleaning Jiang Xiliu's room, Jin Zhao had nothing else to do each day.
Oh, I sometimes have to work at night too.
Jin Zhao still doesn't know how his salary is calculated. Is it based on the number of days worked, or on the amount of work done?
He thought that since Jiang Xiliu treated his employees so well, she would probably choose the most advantageous option for him.
The atmosphere during this year's Lunar New Year was strange, and the weather after the New Year was also strange.
Jin Zhao vaguely remembered that the New Year had not been long ago, but soon the continuous rainy season had begun.
On rainy days, Jiang Xiliu rarely goes home for lunch.
The distance between the company and her old house is too far, and traffic jams are common at noon on rainy days, making the round trip a waste of her time.
Xi Zhen stopped Jin Zhao, who was walking the dog back, and gave him a new task: "These are good things to nourish the body, just right for Xi Liu at this stage. When the kitchen is ready, go and deliver the food to Xi Liu."
While walking his dog, Jin Zhao heard that Xi Zhen's friend had sent over many nice things.
He didn't know what good things were, but he was happy when Xi Zhen assigned him tasks.
He smiled sincerely and quickly agreed, "Okay."
The kitchen preparations would take some time, and Jin Zhao felt inexplicably excited at the thought of being able to go out. He ran back to his room to take a shower and changed out of his pants, which were covered in mud. He hesitated for a long time before finally choosing a top that matched the color Jiang Xiliu was wearing that day.
When Jin Zhao came downstairs, he ran into Xi Zhen, who complimented him, "Not bad, you look quite energetic."
Jin Zhao wasn't sure when he had lost his spirits, but after thinking about it, he figured it was a kind compliment, so he smiled shyly and said, "Thank you, Mom."
He walked briskly towards the kitchen: "Is it ready?"
The kitchen was bustling with activity, and several chefs wearing chef hats had their eyes fixed on the pots, paying no attention to Jin Zhao, who was barely audible at the door.
Jin Zhao waited a while, then raised his voice and asked again, "Is the young lady's meal ready?"
"Alright, alright." Finally, someone noticed him and handed him a large, square wooden lunchbox.
Jin Zhao accepted it.
As he got into the car and watched the gate get closer, he unconsciously hugged his lunchbox tighter.
His lunchbox was his pass to go out, and he thought he wouldn't be stopped by the security captain this time.
As they approached the entrance, the car, which had been moving smoothly, slowed down and finally came to a stop, much to Jin Zhao's alarm.
The security captain approached and saw the person in the back row holding a lunchbox, head bowed: "Mr. Jin, are you going out? Does Miss know?"
The driver slightly lowered the car window: "I know, Mr. Jin is going to deliver food to Miss."
It was just a simple, routine inquiry.
Of course, the homeowner wouldn't be stopped when he wanted to go out; only Jin Zhao and other vehicles entering and leaving the old house would be stopped and questioned.
Jin Zhao departs at 10:00 AM, and if there is no traffic, he will arrive at the company around 11:00 AM.
The first half of the journey went smoothly, but when we were about one kilometer away from the company, we started to get stuck in traffic.
It took ten minutes to walk 200 meters, and the navigation showed that the remaining 800 meters would take at least half an hour.
Jin Zhao was worried that he would be late, and if he was late, he might lose the new job that Xi Zhen had arranged for him.
He absolutely cannot mess this up.
"I'll walk there," Jin Zhao said to the driver. "It'll be faster that way. Wait for me in the parking lot when you get there."
The driver glanced at the time and hesitated.
For some reason, Jin Zhao suddenly felt that coming out wasn't so interesting anymore. He calmly added, "I won't run away. I'll bring my phone with me; it has GPS tracking. Besides, there are surveillance cameras all around here."
The driver's dark face flushed slightly: "Okay, I'll get you the umbrella."
Jin Zhao emerged from the traffic, holding an umbrella.
He held an umbrella in his left hand and a delicate wooden lunchbox in his right. His steps were slightly hurried, but he was very steady. From the side, you could only see half of his face under the umbrella.
Her skin has a photogenic cool white color, her jawline is perfectly defined, and her beautiful lips are slightly pursed, which softens her natural glamour.
It flashed by in an instant.
The person under the umbrella was oblivious to everything; all he could see was the building in the distance.
Jin Zhao folded the umbrella, shook it futilely at the wet ground, and placed it on the umbrella stand at the building entrance.
He walked into the building, which was warm, but not very hot.
Jin Zhao stood at the front desk: "Hello."
There were four people sitting at the front desk, two women and two men, all with attractive faces.
Jin Zhao spoke to the boy inside: "I'm here to deliver food to Jiang Xiliu."
When he left, the driver told the security captain that Jiang Xiliu knew he was coming, so Jin Zhao assumed that she had given him advance notice.
But the boy looked up at him and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
“…I don’t know.” Jin Zhao paused, then brought up his mother-in-law, “Xi Zhen, President Xi arranged for me to come.”
The receptionist didn't recognize Jin Zhao, but she did recognize Xi Zhen.
He then called President Jiang's assistant to inquire about the situation.
Jiang Xiliu's current assistant team still doesn't have anyone who can take on the main responsibilities like Assistant Liao.
The receptionist responded with "uh-huhs" and then looked up at the man who looked like a celebrity, asking, "What is your surname?"
Jin Zhao's voice was drowned out by another, even louder voice.
"Jin." Ye Qishan walked over, put his arm around Jin Zhao's shoulder, and said in a friendly tone, "What's going on? You don't even recognize your boss's husband? And you're blocking him at the gate?"
"President Ye." The four of them stood up in unison to greet him.
"Mhm." Ye Qishan responded casually, straightening the sleeve that Jin Zhao had just flung away, and noticed the lunchbox in Jin Zhao's hand. "Oh, a rare guest. Coming to deliver food to Xiliu today? It's rare to see you so proactive."
Since Jin Zhao and Jiang Xiliu got married, they have hardly seen Jin Zhao anymore.
It seems that only Shen Xiu had seen him once. At that time, Shen Xiu posted a photo of Jin Zhao sitting in the front row in the group and said a few sarcastic remarks.
However, no one paid any attention to Shen Xiu.
Jin Zhao lowered his eyes, ignoring Ye Qishan beside him, and stared only at the boy who had just made the phone call, asking, "Can I go up now?"
"Um... Mr. Jiang is entertaining guests. Assistant Yuan said she would ask Mr. Jiang after seeing the guests off." The young man hadn't received a definite answer, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Could you wait over there for a moment?"
Jin Zhao nodded, but Ye Qishan persisted, seemingly defending him: "How can you be so insensible? I've already said this is your boss's husband, so let him in right now."
Although Ye Er's speech was incoherent, it had changed somewhat from what it was three years ago.
Three years ago, Ye Qishan was easy to fool and couldn't handle the slightest provocation; he wore his emotions on his sleeve. Now, Ye Qishan has a more mature hairstyle, and while his tone of voice hasn't changed, he's more like a smiling tiger.
In the past, when Jin Zhao shook off his arm, he would have gotten angry and scolded Jin Zhao for being ungrateful.
Jin Zhao lowered his eyes slightly in annoyance, looked at him, and said in a calm tone, "I can wait."
"What are you waiting for? The food will get cold if you wait any longer. These people are really inconsiderate. I'll take you in." Ye Qishan said, pretending to help him but actually showing off. "Xi Liu and I have many collaborative projects. She gave me free access. Taking you in to see her will be a piece of cake." Jin Zhao said, "No need."
Just as Ye Qishan was about to try to persuade him again, he heard him continue, "I will contact Jiang Xiliu directly."
Jin Zhao pulled out his rarely used phone from his pocket and, right under Ye Qishan's nose, dialed the only person in his contacts who was still reachable.
When the phone rang for the first time, Ye Qishan said lazily, "Didn't you just say Xiliu was entertaining guests? She won't answer if you call like this. Why don't you come upstairs with me—"
The third ringtone signaled a pause in the ringing.
Ye Qishan peeked over to see if the call was connected or disconnected.
Jin Zhao had already switched his phone to earpiece mode, a rather stingy gesture, and held it to his ear: "I'm downstairs at the company. My mom asked me to bring you lunch."
"Mom!? Is she calling for President Xi?!"
The receptionists initially thought Ye Qishan was joking, since they had never heard of President Jiang's marriage. Now they looked at each other in bewilderment, silently praying that the boss's wife was kind-hearted and wouldn't hold a grudge against them for stopping him.
"Mm," Jin Zhao said in a low voice, "Okay."
Ye Qishan had been trying to eavesdrop. Although he couldn't hear clearly, he did hear a sound coming from the microphone.
Did they really accept it?
After hanging up the phone, Jin Zhao continued to stand. He didn't want to see anyone who was in his way, so he simply closed his eyes.
Ye Qishan kept talking beside him: "Oh dear, did Xiliu make you wait? Let me take you up."
The receptionist who had initially spoken to Jin Zhao brought over a cup of tea: "Mr... Mr. Jin, shall I show you over there to sit for a while?"
Jin Zhao took the cup: "No need, you go ahead with your work. A Biao will come to pick me up in a bit."
Hearing this from the side, Ye Qishan felt relieved and said, "Alright, you wait here for Abiao. I'll go upstairs to find Xiliu first."
Jin Zhao looked down at the cup in his hand, showing no intention of paying any attention to Ye Qishan.
Ye Qishan entered by scanning his face and went into the elevator. When he saw Jin Zhao raise his head slightly, he immediately waved to Jin Zhao in a flamboyant manner.
Finally, all was quiet.
Jin Zhao suddenly asked the receptionists, "Does Ye Qishan come here often?"
Seeing their troubled expressions, he chuckled and said, "Never mind, no need to answer." He already knew the answer; Ye Qishan had already given it to him.
One of the girls boldly answered, "President Ye comes often, but President Jiang doesn't see him every time."
Once someone spoke up, the others readily followed suit: "Yes, I heard... that President Jiang finds President Ye too annoying."
"Yes, although President Ye can freely enter our company, his authority doesn't reach the top five floors. Every time he sees President Jiang, he has to climb several flights of stairs."
Jin Zhao didn't know if they were comforting him or being serious, but he thanked them earnestly.
The innermost elevator beeped, the doors opened, and inside were not only Ah Biao.
Jin Zhao subconsciously took two steps forward, but quickly stopped.
Jiang Xiliu is here, and so is Shen Yu.
So, was the guest she was just serving Shen Yu?
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Author's Note: [Poor Jin Zhao] Tearing Petals [Lucky Lotus]: She came to pick me up... She came to see Shen Yu off... Was she here to pick me up? Or to see Shen Yu off? ...She came to pick me up!
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