Song Ruan was surprised.
"President Song, didn't we just agree that this money was to compensate me on behalf of Su Luo?"
Damn, they really are turning their backs on us. How could they suddenly change their minds like that?
Did Song Lingshan discover that her dress was fake? That shouldn't be the case; she's wearing a high-quality replica, and most people wouldn't be able to tell it's fake!
Song Lingshan snorted coldly and said with a forced smile.
"Your dress is a counterfeit. Do you think I can't tell?"
The reason I didn't expose her on the spot was simply to act as Su Luo's creditor so that I could better control Su Luo.
Song Ruan blushed and felt hot, and said nervously.
"President Song, it's not fake, it's real."
If I admit it, wouldn't that be even more troublesome? It would be tantamount to admitting that I'm blackmailing Su Luo.
Song Lingshan might not actually be able to tell the truth from the falsehood at a glance; perhaps she was just testing her.
Song Lingshan's expression grew even more unpleasant, and she said impatiently.
"Do you really want me to bring in an appraiser before you'll admit it?"
This girl really won't shed a tear until she sees the coffin.
She has a strong mentality; why doesn't she focus on her acting skills?
"No, I admit it, I admit it."
Song Ruan nervously took the bank card out of her wallet and placed it on the table.
He buried his head in his chest, too embarrassed to look Song Lingshan in the eye.
She was afraid that the woman would fire her because of this. She hadn't yet found a sugar daddy, and if she got fired, she really wouldn't be able to find a suitable job for a while.
Song Lingshan picked up the bank card, pointed it at her domineeringly, and said seriously.
"I'm warning you, from now on, focus on your work and don't mess with Su Luo again."
Su Luo is her person, and she can bully him however she wants, but if anyone else lays a finger on him, she certainly won't let them get away with it.
"I understand. Don't worry, I will work hard from now on and won't cause any more trouble."
Song Ruan nodded vigorously.
It seems the rumors about Song Lingshan and Su Luo's unusual relationship might be true; otherwise, there would be no need for her to issue such a warning.
"May I leave now?"
Song Lingshan picked up the 84 disinfectant from the corner of the table and commanded, "Extend your right hand."
"?"
What kind of operation is this?
Song Ruan, bewildered, shakily reached out her hand.
She couldn't lose this job; she couldn't be a slave to her boss; she couldn't refuse.
Song Lingshan sprayed the palm of her hand several times.
Song Ruan's hands were white and delicate, clearly indicating that she had never done any rough work.
The irritating disinfectant spray caused both itching and a burning sensation.
Song Ruan bit her lower lip, suppressing her anger and enduring it silently.
Was it because her right hand had just grabbed Su Luo's wrist?
This woman is so weird, how can she have such a strong possessiveness?
Song Lingshan stared at Song Ruan's already reddened palm, then withdrew her hand with satisfaction and smiled.
"You can go now."
Song Ruan looked at Song Lingshan's bright smile with red eyes.
Song Lingshan was indeed very beautiful, and she never imagined that such a beauty would humiliate herself in this way.
At this moment, her fragile self-esteem was completely crushed and shattered into pieces.
He turned and left the office humbly.
As I stepped into the elevator, I looked down at my palms, which were red and covered in rashes. My hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and my facial features gradually became distorted.
Does holding a high position give one the right to humiliate and torment people like this?
One day, she will trample the arrogant and haughty Song Lingshan under her feet and let her know that she is not a pushover to be trampled on at will.
Song Lingshan wasn't trying to prevent herself from provoking Su Luo, fine, then she'd rather not believe it.
Isn't he the one she cares about the most? Then she'll destroy him with her own hands.
What kind of interesting expression will Song Lingshan make at that moment?
...
End of the day's work.
Su Luo ran into Song Lingshan as soon as she went downstairs.
Without saying a word, Song Lingshan tossed him the car keys, saying, "Take me home."
Su Luo gripped the key tightly and nodded reluctantly.
Su Luo followed Song Lingshan to the underground parking garage.
After getting into the driver's seat and fastening his seatbelt, he turned his head to look at Song Lingshan in the passenger seat and asked.
"President Song, this... this counts as overtime, right?"
Song Lingshan nodded slightly and said with a smile.
"Calculate."
Su Luo licked her lips, looking expectant.
"So, how much overtime pay will I get this time?"
Song Lingshan raised her chin, thought carefully for a moment, and then said slowly.
200.
"What?"
Su Luo's eyes widened.
Did he hear that right? Song Lingshan only gave him 200 yuan in overtime pay?
I'll need to take a taxi back later, which will cost around 50 yuan, so I'll only have a little over 100 yuan left!
That's not right!
Song Lingshan has always been very generous. She used to spend tens of thousands of yuan to treat him to meals, and the Nanjing lock necklace she gave him was worth millions. How come she only gave him two hundred yuan as overtime pay?
Song Lingshan's expression changed in an instant, and she said coldly.
"What? Do you think I gave too little?"
"You earn 12,000 a month, that works out to 400 a day. You work nine hours a day, so your hourly wage is 44.4..."
"It will take you an hour to drive me home and back. I'll give you three times your overtime pay, which is 133.2 yuan, and I'll reimburse you for the 50 yuan transportation fee, making it a round 200 yuan. Is there a problem?"
She certainly didn't care about money; if Su Luo really wanted it, she could give him all her assets.
The purpose of doing this is simply to use the inexhaustible debt to keep him firmly by her side, gradually making him get used to her intruding into his life, and slowly making him unable to leave her.
Ye Xiaoman is right. There's no need for extreme methods to keep Su Luo obediently by your side.
"..."
Su Luo forced a stiff smile.
"No, no problem."
Start the car obediently.
His hands, with their distinct knuckles, gripped the steering wheel tightly.
This world has finally gone mad.
Song Lingshan, a CEO with a net worth of over 100 million, is actually being stingy with the meager earnings he makes.
What else could he say but swallow his bitterness?
200 it is, it's better than nothing.
Song Lingshan looked at Su Luo, who seemed so aggrieved yet forced to obey her.
A strange pleasure rose within me, like a pure white feather gently caressing the tip of my heart.
The car drove out of the underground parking garage.
Enter the highway.
The evening glow shone through the car window and fell on Su Luo's face.
A perfect profile, clear and smooth contours, and long, curled eyelashes that seem to be coated with gold.
Song Lingshan leaned close to Su Luo's ear and said in a hoarse voice.
"If you want to pay back the money quickly, there are ways."
Hot, scalding breath sprayed evenly onto my earlobe. I swallowed hard and asked warily.
"Wh-what method?"
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