An hour later, Xiao Zhou called. "Yue Jie, what do we do? President Cheng still won't leave. Should I tell the boss?"
Shen Yue pursed her lips. "Don't worry about it. I'll tell her."
At that moment, Jiang Xiao had just finished a meeting and was making small talk. Coincidentally, she ran into Song Xuan.
They exchanged smiles from a few meters apart.
Her phone rang. Seeing it was Shen Yue, she answered. "Hey, what's up, babe?"
Shen Yue fumed. "Cheng Yuan is a freaking lunatic."
"Cheng Yuan came to find you?"
"No, he came to the company."
"What for?"
"What else?" Shen Yue said. "Looking for you."
Afraid of not explaining clearly, Shen Yue sent a photo. "Check out how he's trashed our company."
Jiang Xiao enlarged the photo. The entire common area was filled with white roses, hardly any room to step. The office was the same—on the coffee table, desks, windowsills.
Shen Yue chattered on. "Anyone who didn't know would think we switched to being a flower shop."
"Besides these flowers, what else?" Jiang Xiao asked.
"Oh, jewelry." Shen Yue sent another photo. "Cheng Yuan has completely lost it. For three days straight, he's sent jewelry every day. Today he even delivered it himself. I told him to take it back, but he won't."
"Isn't that infuriating?"
It was indeed infuriating.
Jiang Xiao apologized. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry."
"What does it have to do with you? He's the sick one." Shen Yue pursed her lips. "What are you going to do with those things?"
"Throw away the flowers," Jiang Xiao said.
"And the jewelry?"
"Send it back via same-city courier."
"That lunatic Cheng Yuan won't accept it."
"Then throw it away."
Shen Yue was astonished. "Throw it away? Each piece is worth tens of millions!"
"Throw it away anyway," Jiang Xiao said. "I didn't buy it with my own money, so I don't feel bad."
Shen Yue: "Then I'll really throw it away."
"Yeah, go ahead." Jiang Xiao had something to attend to and hung up.
Shen Yue was highly efficient. She quickly called Xiao Zhou and told her to get rid of the annoying flowers.
Xiao Zhou asked miserably, "What about the jewelry? We can't just throw that away too, right?"
Shen Yue: "If Cheng Yuan takes it, fine. If not, throw it away too."
"..." Combined, it was worth over a hundred million—Xiao Zhou didn't dare.
She relayed the message, asking, "President Cheng, so you see..."
Cheng Yuan didn't answer. He changed the subject. "Tell me where your boss is, and I'll leave immediately."
"I really don't know," Xiao Zhou said.
"You're her assistant; how could you not know?" Cheng Yuan said coldly. "If you don't tell, I'll come again tomorrow."
Again tomorrow...
He really had more money than sense.
Xiao Zhou couldn't afford to provoke him, so she told the truth.
Then she called Jiang Xiao and roughly explained the situation.
Jiang Xiao was reasonable; she knew it wasn't Xiao Zhou's fault. She comforted her a bit and ended the call.
Song Xuan asked Jiang Xiao if she wanted a ride.
Jiang Xiao wanted to refuse, but remembering Shen Yue's words, she changed her mind. "Thank you, President Song."
"We're friends. How about a different address?"
"What address?"
"I'll call you Xiao Xiao, and you call me Song Xuan."
"...Okay."
Their relationship seemed to have grown closer. Song Xuan was also more talkative than last time, constantly finding topics to chat about.
On the way to the hotel, they passed a large park and even took a stroll there.
It was after 9:30 when they reached the hotel.