The passionate kiss was in full swing when a series of knocks suddenly sounded.
Shit! Who the hell is this? Shang Peng muttered a curse.
“Come in!”
“Reporting to the CEO, Grandmother Jin has arrived,” Secretary Ye opened the door, glancing strangely at Zhiwei before reporting.
“Oh no…” Shang Peng frowned and groaned.
“Who is Grandmother Jin?” Zhiwei couldn’t help but ask.
“My grandmother,” Shang Peng replied.
Zhiwei blinked, becoming more curious about why he would look like this upon hearing his grandmother had arrived. She went to the office first and soon understood the reason for Shang Peng’s groan.
An elderly lady in a vintage cheongsam, with silver hair neatly pinned up, was holding various packages and being warmly greeted by colleagues.
“Have you eaten? Look what good stuff I’ve brought you this time,” the old lady laughed, opening her bags.
Although Zhiwei didn’t completely understand what the old lady was saying, she smelled a fragrant aroma when the bags were opened.
Soon, everyone was either eating chicken wings or crab legs.
“Tasty?”
“Very tasty…” Secretary Ye, who was eating sweet corn, saw the dumbfounded Zhiwei and waved her over, “Come eat together!”
Eat together? Zhiwei glanced at the office that now looked like a snack bar, secretly laughing at Shang Peng’s reaction.
“What’s this? A new colleague?” the old lady finally noticed her.
“Uh…” As the old lady spoke and approached, Zhiwei became nervous, grabbing a colleague and asking, “What is she saying? I don’t understand.”
“You don’t understand Taiwanese? She wants you to come eat… and she says you look familiar.”
Familiar? While Zhiwei was still in a daze, the old lady who had approached suddenly exclaimed, “I remember who you are!”
Although the grandmother’s Mandarin wasn’t very standard, Zhiwei understood and began to feel anxious.
Grandmother Jin then pulled Zhiwei into a non-stop conversation. Everyone present was stunned, with Zhiwei only understanding through her colleague’s translation.
“The old lady says… she once met you in the United States. You’re Tang Shicheng’s daughter, and was originally supposed to be her grandson’s daughter-in-law…” The translator was so shocked they stammered, “Miss Tang, you and our CEO actually…”
“I, I—” Zhiwei hadn’t finished her sentence before being spun around by the old lady.
The old lady’s mouth was laughing crookedly, while Zhiwei could only look to her colleagues for help.
The translation she received was: “Grandmother Jin says she’s happy to see you here, but she keeps scolding that ‘little bastard’… her grandson, our CEO… She says she’s always felt sorry about the broken engagement and hopes you won’t take it to heart.”
Oh. Although exposed, Zhiwei felt a bit embarrassed, but the grandmother’s friendly smile made her feel warmth.
Should she say something?
“It’s okay, I didn’t take it to heart. Um, Grandma…” Zhiwei offered a reciprocal smile, then paused, lightly coughing, looking at the grandmother with utmost solemnity: “You’re awesome!”
The scene instantly went silent, with only one tall figure dramatically collapsing toward the copy machine.
“CEO, be careful!
