His Cute Wife Is A Little Crazy 185 Not Willing To Give Up

Without further ado, they contacted the security surveillance team and inquired about the movement of San s.h.i.+. Their faces became pale in horror when they found out that she had gone to the president's floor and had just walked in. For a moment, it seemed like their deaths had been decided.

"Why hasn't the security team been notified about this matter?" The only male member of the team asked the panicking women, drawing their attention to the anomaly.

"That's true. If she was unwelcome, we would have probably heard something by now." There was relief in her voice. There was still hope.

"I can call upstairs. The boss' receptionist is my good friend." The other said while dialling.

She talked in low tones for a moment before putting the phone away with a ridiculous look on her face. It seemed like one poke would send her tumbling down.

"What is it? Are we done for or what?" The other woman asked impatiently.

"It seems that our carelessness has saved us this time."

"What do you mean?" The man could not help leaning even closer to learn more.

Actually, this man used to be an upright person without any interest in gossip or other people's business. He would work like a machine, signing people in and out without caring about their ident.i.ties or stories. His work ethic had been irrefutable at that time.

However, after working with two women who lived with gossip in their blood, he had lost his original spirit. He had discovered that he had been doing his job in the most boring way possible. As a front desk officer, he had a literal front seat to the best information. Now, he would not let anything juicy pa.s.s him by.

"It turns out that San s.h.i.+ is a personal a.s.sociate of the boss."

The three of them were silent for a moment as they took in this information.

"Her? Are you sure?" The other woman asked loudly.

The boss had never had 'personal a.s.sociates' as far as they knew, and they knew everything. San s.h.i.+ was so unremarkable!

"Apparently, she is someone we cannot offend. So, you better watch your tongue."

Some people entered the building and the three quickly settled down, resuming their professional demeanour.

"I think that we should consult the boss on this matter." Miss Lu looked stubbornly at the middle-aged director.

Though her position as a project manager was quite prestigious, she had a boss before the big boss. This middle-aged man was in charge of coordinating and overseeing all the construction work undertaken by Zhong Industries.

"Miss Lu, are you sure that you are not just looking to cause trouble? You have a bright future. It would be bad if you annoyed the boss once again." He had watched her make a fool of herself more than a few times, and he felt a little sorry because she was a smart girl.

"I know what you are thinking, and I admit that I have some ulterior motives. But this is a serious situation. If we are unable to solve this problem and the boss learns later, we will be in more trouble. Moreover, I learned that someone came into the building claiming to be an employee under my project. These kinds of problems tend to become worse when ignored." Miss Lu said with conviction.

In the end, the old guy could only accept because he knew how much Zhong Feng hated festering problems.

The two people discussed their strategies for dealing with the construction quandary before going up to the president's floor. Unlike Hu Lei, they had no problem getting into the office. However, when they entered, they discovered an unexpected scene.

Actually, there was nothing indecent happening in the office. And there was no one touching another. Of course, this would be impossible because the man himself had approved their entry into his s.p.a.ce. The shocking thing was the presence of a woman, who was stretched out comfortably on the couch.

This scene was surprising for one reason. Rumour had it that Zhong Feng had never allowed anyone to sit on the sofa in his office. Well, it was not exactly a rumour for Miss Lu. Even though no one knew the specifics of how she was transferred, she was well aware. And it involved the couch in his office.

She had been trying to accelerate her plan to get Zhong Feng. Unfortunately, he remained as cold as ever towards her. At the time, she thought that he was just shy, so she tried to be more relaxed around him. As a show of ease in his presence, she said something about 'getting more comfortable' and sat down on the couch.

The anger he showed then made her understand the reason why people feared him. He had become like a sword of ice as he had ordered her to leave the office immediately. The next day, she heard that she had been transferred to another branch. And that the sofa in his office had been replaced.

However, she was not willing to give up. Her blood boiled in anger as well as fighting spirit when she saw that woman lying on the couch with ease playing on her phone. Anyone would believe that she owned the place.

"CEO Zhong, I am sorry to report that some problems have arisen in the southern construction project." Miss Lu took the initiative to report, suppressing her annoyance. Her time would come.

"CEO Zhong, I know that you do not like to be bothered with small matters, but I would also like for you to be aware of any complications for the sake of accountability." The middle-aged man added quickly, afraid that Miss Lu's tone would annoy the boss.

Zhong Feng looked at the two coldly because they had disrupted his happy time with wife. When she had disappeared, he had dreamed constantly of the day she would return. When he was in the office, he would remember those moments when she would sit or lie down on the sofa in his Etude office.

He had bought a couch after moving to Zhong Industries and placed it in the same position in relation to his desk. When he would feel worn out and about to break, he would look at that empty spot, and he would remember why he was working. To look at his Hu Lei stretched out like a lazy cat once again…