Several days have passed since Ji Fuling fell into the water.
After Ye Nanqing brought her and the three children back that night, the two never saw each other again.
That noon, in the office of ZK. branch.
Ji Fuling was sitting at her desk reading documents when someone knocked on the office door.
Immediately afterwards, Aunt Ding walked in carrying a lunchbox and a thermos.
Ji Fuling looked up and was immediately somewhat helpless. "Aunt Ding, why are you bringing me food again? Didn't I tell you that I can eat at the company cafeteria? You didn't need to make this special trip."
For some reason, Aunt Ding has been bringing her meals to the company right around mealtimes these past few days.
She told Aunt Ding several times that she didn't need it, but she just wouldn't listen.
"Third Miss, the food I brought you is nutritionally balanced, especially this pot of soup, which has many health benefits."
As Aunt Ding spoke, she opened the lunchbox and placed it in front of Ji Fuling, then poured a bowl of soup from the thermos and handed it to her.
Not wanting to disappoint Aunt Ding, Ji Fuling reached out and took the bowl of soup.
Halfway through her drink, she paused and asked with some suspicion, "Aunt Ding, I've been wanting to ask this for the past couple of days, why does this soup taste so medicinal?"
Aunt Ding smiled and said, "This is a medicinal soup, of course it tastes like medicine."
"So that's how it is..."
Ji Fuling nodded knowingly, then asked curiously, "Aunt Ding, do you know how to make medicinal soups? I've never heard of it before?"
"Well……"
Aunt Ding hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth, "Third Miss, actually this soup was sent by Mr. Ye. It is said to be a medicinal soup specially prepared by a Chinese medicine nutritionist, and it is good for your health."
Although Mr. Ye asked her to keep it a secret, she had no secrets from the Third Miss.
And this is a good thing, so there's nothing wrong with saying it, right?
"Cough cough cough—"
Upon hearing Aunt Ding's words, Ji Fuling almost spat out the soup she had just drunk, choking and coughing several times.
Seeing this, Aunt Ding quickly asked with concern, "Third Miss, are you alright?"
"It's alright, it's alright..."
Ji Fuling waved her hand, then fell into deep thought.
They had only been back in Yuncheng for a short time, and Aunt Ding only knew one Mr. Ye.
But what does Ye Nanqing mean by doing this?
Could it be because he was afraid that she would have health problems after falling into the sea that day and then try to extort money from him, so he specially hired a nutritionist to prepare a medicinal diet for her to improve her health?
As Ji Fuling was pondering this, Su Ling suddenly rushed in, so excited that she forgot to knock on the door.
"President Ji, Yang Qiyuan's assistant just called and said that Yang Qiyuan has agreed to meet."
This news surprised and puzzled Ji Fuling.
That bastard Yang Qiyuan, he'd been ignoring her for ages, why would he suddenly contact her?
Ji Fuling couldn't figure it out, so she simply gave up and asked, "Did they say when we'd meet?"
Su Ling replied truthfully, "This afternoon, at the Kaiya Restaurant. Yang Qiyuan's assistant said they had already booked a private room there."
"Okay, I understand. Go and prepare the necessary materials again, and make sure there are no mistakes."
Ji Fuling gave a word of advice.
"Yes, Mr. Ji."
After responding, Su Ling turned and left the office.
Aunt Ding was afraid of disturbing Ji Fuling's work, so she left after Ji finished eating and packed up her lunchbox.
After her thoughts were interrupted, Ji Fuling stopped thinking about the medicinal diet.
5:40 PM.
Ji Fuling brought Su Ling to the Kaiya Restaurant.
On the way to the private room, Su Ling was a little worried. She leaned close to Ji Fuling and whispered, "President Ji, that Yang Qiyuan is obviously up to no good. Just in case, should I call a couple more colleagues over now?"
There were only two of them. If Yang Qiyuan suddenly became lustful and attacked President Ji, she wouldn't be able to stop him!
Ji Fuling knew what Su Ling was worried about, and replied calmly, "No need."
If Yang Qiyuan dares to make a move, she will break his hand.
When the two arrived at the designated private room, Yang Qiyuan had not yet arrived.
Given Yang Qiyuan's previous despicable behavior, Ji Fuling thought it would take at least two or three hours to wait.
No sooner had she and Su Ling sat down than Yang Qiyuan entered with his assistant.
Ji Fuling was surprised once again.
But to her even greater surprise, Yang Qiyuan looked like he had been brutally beaten, his face swollen like a pig's head.
Seeing Yang Qiyuan's pig-faced expression, Su Ling quickly pursed her lips to suppress a laugh.
Ji Fuling almost burst out laughing, but for the sake of the project, she desperately held it in.
Out of courtesy, she stood up to greet him, "Mr. Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Looking at her lightly made-up yet radiant face, Yang Qiyuan was immediately filled with desire, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.
"hiss……"
The upturned corners of his mouth pulled at the wound on Yang Qiyuan's face, causing him to gasp in pain and bringing him back to full consciousness.
The woman before him was not someone he could even dream of!
He quickly bowed and said in a humble voice, "President Ji, please sit down, don't stand. If you had said you were..."
At this point, Yang Qiyuan realized he had almost let something slip and quickly stopped talking.
Ji Fuling looked at him suspiciously, "President Yang, what did you just say?"
"It's nothing, let's talk about the project."
Yang Qiyuan quickly changed the subject, his attitude was extremely respectful, even a little humble, completely different from his previous despicable behavior.
Ji Fuling felt something was strange, but didn't think much of it.
After all, what did Yang Qiyuan's strangeness have to do with her? As long as the project could be secured, that was all that mattered.
Thinking this, Ji Fuling picked up the glass of red wine in front of her and said politely, "Mr. Yang, to show my sincerity, let me first toast you..."
Upon seeing this, Yang Qiyuan turned pale with fright and quickly snatched the glass of wine from her hand, tilting his head back and gulping it down his own mouth.
It was as if if he had been a moment too late, his dog's life would have been in danger.
No, it's not just a possibility, it's a real possibility that we won't be able to save it!
Last night, right in this private room, Ye Sanye, known in Yuncheng as the Cold-Faced Yama, stepped on his head with his leather shoes and said, word by word, in a sinister and ruthless tone—
“Ji Fuling is my person. If you dare to let her touch a single drop of alcohol, or make her even the slightest bit unhappy, you can forget about keeping your head!”
Even now, when Yang Qiyuan recalls that scene, he still feels a chill run down his spine.
Luckily, he didn't do anything to Ji Fuling before, otherwise he would already be reporting to the underworld by now!
Seeing Yang Qiyuan's actions, Su Ling was stunned, speechless.
She leaned close to Ji Fuling's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "President Ji, is Yang Qiyuan out of his mind?"
Ji Fuling was also a little confused about Yang Qiyuan's approach, so she decided to try again.
She poured herself another glass of wine. "Mr. Yang, since you're so generous, I can't be impolite. This one is for me..."
"I'll drink it! I'll drink it!!"
Yang Qiyuan snatched the red wine from Ji Fuling's hand again and drank it all in one gulp with a bitter face.
Ji Fuling raised an eyebrow, as if she had confirmed something.
A sly smile played on her red lips as she poured herself another full glass of wine. "Mr. Yang, I'd like to toast you..."
Yang Qiyuan was on the verge of tears, but he could only continue to grab the wine through his tears and gulp it down his throat.
What goes around comes around!
This is probably the price he paid for always getting others drunk!
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