"Understood, I understand." Out of the instinct for survival, Wu Qiqi subconsciously gave in.
Zhuang Li nodded in satisfaction, then took two steps back, but did not retract his captivating aura.
Hearing his adoptive father's unprecedentedly strong words, Wu Zirui poked his head out of the kitchen and asked curiously, "Dad, what's your bottom line?"
"My bottom line?" Zhuang Li pondered for a moment and said slowly, "If your mother suddenly told me one day that you were not my biological son, I would probably take all means to retaliate against you. This is my bottom line. I will not forgive your mother until she dies."
Wu Qiqi's face suddenly turned pale, as if she had seen a ghost.
She had never seen Zhuang Li like this before. At the same time, she gradually realized that her husband might have two faces in front of others and behind their backs: one honest and simple, the other paranoid and vicious.
Even Wu Zirui, who had lived two lifetimes, almost showed a look of horror. But he quickly calmed down and smiled nonchalantly: "Dad, you are so humorous!"
He has far less experience than Wu Qiqi, so his judgment of people is not good, otherwise he would not have married a woman like Zhu Bi in his previous life.
In his eyes, Zhuang Li was nothing more than a cowardly, good-natured man. So what if he crossed his line? What revenge could he exact? At best, he'd get completely drunk, point his finger at the sky and curse. When he sobered up, he might even call his mother, begging her to come back to him.
Would Wu Zirui be afraid of such a person?
He walked out of the kitchen with a cup of water and said as a matter of course: "I'm hungry, Dad, please cook quickly."
"If you're hungry, order takeout. I have things to do." Zhuang Li looked at Wu Qiqi deeply, then put on his black-framed glasses, went back to his room and locked the door.
After he left, Wu Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief and asked worriedly, "Did he know something? Otherwise, why would he suddenly say that you are not his biological son?"
"Impossible." Wu Zirui seemed to remember something and hurriedly urged: "Mom, take out your diary quickly. I want to burn it outside."
"Why did you burn my diary?" Wu Qiqi was pushed into the bedroom by her son.
"Zhuang Li is unemployed and stays at home alone every day. Aren't you afraid that he will read your diary? If he knew that I wasn't his biological child, he would lose the old house."
"Zhuang Li will definitely not be able to find my diary." Wu Qiqi walked into the bathroom, opened the ceiling, and took out a diary from the ventilation duct.
Wu Zirui was stunned.
Mom hid the diary so carefully, no wonder ShuBi was the only one in the family to find it. That woman had been a rubbish collector as a child, and she loved rummaging through these hidden corners.
"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be safe. You are not allowed to write a diary anymore!" Wu Zirui snatched the diary and stuffed it into his backpack.
"Are you going out again?" Wu Qiqi followed him to the entrance.
"I'll be back after I burn the diary."
"Is it true that Zhang Hu is infertile?" Wu Qiqi lowered her voice to confirm again.
"It's true. He was stabbed several times by a woman a few years ago, and both of his vas deferens were severed. I am his only child." Speaking of this, Wu Zirui showed a proud look.
While lying in a vegetative state on his hospital bed, Wu Zirui could actually hear the conversations of those around him, so he knew everything he needed to know. That woman, Zhu Bi, had even explained in detail how she plotted against him, right in front of him, nearly pissing him off to death.
In this life, he must kill Zhu Bi and inherit everything from the Zhang family. He can be reborn after death, which shows that even God is helping him.
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Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui have been going in and out together these past two days, busy and busy, seeming very mysterious.
Without deliberately investigating, Zhuang Li could guess that they were definitely planning to return to their roots.
A few days later, the newspapers suddenly published the news that Zhang Hu and Gao Shengqing had returned to China. To recover from their injuries, the mother and son had decided to immigrate to Country M. After all, medical technology was the most advanced there, and perhaps they could find a way to reconnect the severed vas deferens.
It’s a pity that the money was spent and the time was wasted, but Zhang Hu’s injury still wasn’t cured.
Wu Qiqi couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw the message. She knew her son's plan had succeeded!
Zhuang Li walked out of the room and looked at her deeply.
She quickly locked her phone screen and asked with feigned concern, "Honey, where are you going?"
"I'm going to the interview."
Zhuang Li hurried to Yilan's office building, bought an expensive suit on the way, and went to the eyewear store to pick up his customized gold-rimmed glasses and contact lenses.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Li, dressed in a new outfit, sat leisurely opposite the three interviewers, with his long legs lazily crossed.
He was wearing a dark brown suit, the close-fitting cut outlined his slender and flexible figure, his curly hair was very natural and casual, and paired with elegant gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a gentleman with a very gentle and quiet temperament.
The three interviewers rarely saw such an outstanding-looking person in real life, so they asked questions one after another:
"Mr. Zhuang, we're looking for an administrative assistant, but you used to work in accounting. Will you have trouble getting into the swing of things quickly?"
"No, I'm also good at administrative assistant work."
"What are you good at specifically?"
"I'm good at both."
"Mr. Zhuang, you are being too general. Please give an example—"
The interviewer's words were interrupted by a vibrating buzzing sound. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, his face suddenly turned pale.
The interviewers sitting on his left and right also saw the name jumping on the screen and showed sympathetic expressions.
The King of Hell is here, why don’t you answer it quickly! A female interviewer mouthed silently to urge.
The male interviewer calmed himself down before answering the phone with trepidation. Before he could even say hello, he was met with a question: "Manager Zhou, I heard the new cleaner is your relative? You've abused your authority to give your relative a backdoor, and you're fired!"
"Mr. Feng, which cleaner is my relative? Who told you that?" Manager Zhou hurried outside to answer the phone.
Mr. Feng is a man of his word and he never jokes about being fired.
Manager Zhou was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He took the elevator to the top floor while asking about the situation. He remembered that he had indeed arranged for a relative to come to the company, but not as a cleaner, but as a clerk.
If that relative got into trouble, he would definitely not be able to escape responsibility.
In his anxiety, Manager Zhou didn't notice that Zhuang Li followed him into the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Feng Ming's roar rang out, deafening: "Did I ever tell you that no one is allowed to touch the things on my desk? Did I? Why did you throw my documents away like garbage? Are you fucking crazy? Do you think you can just throw documents around?"
A sobbing female voice said with extreme grievance, "But that document was crumpled up and looked like trash. I didn't throw it away, I just didn't know where I put it. I saw your desk was a mess, so I wanted to help you clean it up. I didn't mean to do it."
"Then I should thank you, right? Can't you fucking read? Can't you even tell if it's garbage? Don't tell me so-and-so is your relative. Today, not only do I want you to get out, but your relatives too! Damn it! I haven't seen an idiot like you in a long time!"
The president's roar was filled with rage, and Manager Zhou, who had hurried over, didn't dare to get close at all.
He heard that the woman crying miserably in the office was his wife's cousin.
"Assistant Sun, what happened?" Manager Zhou asked fearfully.
"You've gotten into big trouble!" Special Assistant Sun hurriedly grabbed him and said quickly, "Your sister is too eager to show off. We've told her several times not to touch Mr. Feng's things casually, but when she went in to deliver the documents and saw that Mr. Feng was not there, she sorted out all the documents on his desk and threw away the product information sent by the raw material supplier in France.
"Xiao Li spent a long time translating that document. The data and information are very complicated. If she throws it away, Xiao Li's work will be in vain. The problem is, the raw material supplier in France will have a video conference with President Feng in half an hour. Without this product document, we don't know how to proceed with the negotiation."
Manager Zhou held his forehead and asked weakly, "Is it too late to translate it again? Xiao Li has done it once, so he should still remember it, right?"
"There are hundreds of different kinds of raw materials this time, all with different prices, qualities, and origins. How can anyone remember them all? Xiao Li's head is about to explode from translating. After submitting the documents this morning, he asked for leave, saying he couldn't handle it anymore. We called him, but his phone was off. I guess he's probably asleep right now. He worked overtime until three or four in the morning last night to get the information ready. Your sister is really killing me!"
Special Assistant Sun shook his head, showing a dissatisfied look.
Manager Zhou was so ashamed that he didn't even dare to enter the office.
At this moment, Zhuang Li, who was standing behind him, said slowly, "What a coincidence! I know French. I should be able to handle this problem."
Manager Zhou turned around and looked at him in surprise: "How did you catch up?"
Special Assistant Sun thought he was a new assistant and shook his head, "It's too late. Can you translate dozens of pages of product information in half an hour?"
"Okay, please let me see the original document." Zhuang Li stretched out his hand, his tone calm and indifferent.
Seeing how calm he was, Special Assistant Sun subconsciously took out the original document from the drawer.
The dense French text and figures were a headache to read. This document not only needed to be translated, but also calculated, analyzed, and listed with floating prices for the most important categories to provide a data basis for the president's negotiations.
It's a huge amount of work.
There are a few translation companies that can speak French, but only Xiao Li can do data analysis, and he is now on leave.
"Are you new here? If you don't have the ability, I suggest you don't take the lead." Special Assistant Sun kindly reminded.
"There's nothing I can do. Manager Zhou hired me here to solve problems like this. This is my job." Zhuang Li walked towards the president's office while flipping through documents, and took away the coffee that a female assistant had just brewed.
Manager Zhou followed him fearfully, not revealing that he was just a job applicant.
It's great that someone is willing to step forward and take on the responsibility. Manager Zhou can't express his gratitude enough.
The roar in the office was deafening, punctuated by the cries of women, making the entire floor feel oppressive. It seemed Feng Ming was also a tyrant in this life.
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