Of course, his beautiful secretary outside would undoubtedly offer him a painkiller the moment his brow furrowed, but not long after, he would develop a gastric ulcer, stomach bleeding, and then…
She patted her stomach, feeling the gradually flattening stomach pouch, which gave her a slight sense of guilt. Her excitement rose like soap bubbles, one by one appearing and bursting, and she began to feel a bit worried.
What was she worried about? What did his stomach have to do with her? Why was she feeling so restless?
But the fact was, she had to suppress her urge to turn off his computer.
She walked outside. “Is this guy always like this?” she gestured towards the room.
Secretary Huang looked up in surprise. “What?”
“I’m asking, does this guy always work without eating or drinking?”
“Our ‘CEO’ is always very busy,” Secretary Huang emphasized the word “CEO”. “And I suppose he’ll eat even later today because of an unexpected guest who has disrupted his schedule.”
Qing Yan detected the hostility and subtle jealousy in her tone, but she couldn’t care less!
“Go get a lunch box,” she said.
Secretary Huang took a deep breath. If the CEO hadn’t signaled her to not neglect the guest, she would have thrown her out long ago!
She couldn’t understand why the pitiful He Qianqian was waiting in the reception room for the CEO for so long, and he remained unmoved. Even she herself had to carefully hide her admiration and do her job well just to stay by his side, yet this fierce woman from who knows where could receive the CEO’s courtesy.
“You have no right to order me to do anything,” she raised her nose, as if listening to her commands was something a small dog would do.
“Is that so?” Qing Yan agreed with her statement. “But don’t you have an obligation to buy lunch for your boss? If he dies young from a gastric ulcer, stomach perforation, massive bleeding, or peritonitis, you’ll be out of a job too, won’t you?”
Secretary Huang sat in her chair, eyes wide open, unsure whether to jump up and argue “How dare you wish our CEO an early death,” or to obediently do as she was told.
Qing Yan waved her hand; this was just how she spoke, offending people was unavoidable!
