Chapter 163: Sweet Coffee from My Fiancée
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Song Wannian felt a bit awkward waiting in the car for Cheng Mu to come down, so she decided to call him first.
When Cheng Mu received the call, he quickly came down. “Miss Song, are you heading to see the boss? I’ll take you.”
“Yes, but I’ll need to wait a moment.”
“What?” Cheng Mu was puzzled.
“I want to ask, what hobbies does Jing Xing usually have while working?”
Recently, Cheng Mu hadn’t had time to watch live streams or check Weibo, so he didn’t realize Song Wannian was asking to complete a task. He thought she just wanted to better and more thoughtfully take care of the boss.
“There’s no need for you to worry about that, Miss Song. Someone else is in charge of those things.”
“If there is, just tell me directly.”
Cheng Mu thought to himself, their relationship was really getting better and better; no matter who it was, they always cared for each other.
“Well, since Miss Song wants to know, I’ll tell you. Before the boss starts work, he always brews a cup of black coffee himself. And the most important thing is...” Cheng Mu suddenly stopped and looked at Song Wannian.
Would Miss Song get mad hearing this about her fiancé?
But Song Wannian wasn’t bothered. She just said, “Why did you stop? Please continue.”
“Oh, the boss is very particular. When he goes to the office every day, there absolutely can’t be any dust inside. If there is, he makes me clean the company bathrooms…”
Song Wannian laughed upon hearing this. This kind of Jing Xing was exactly like a novel’s male lead — cunning and domineering. If you failed to clean properly, you’d be punished by scrubbing the toilets.
“Haha, you know so much. Could it be that you’re the one who has to clean?”
Cheng Mu:…
Can he take back what he just said?
“Alright, I’m not teasing you anymore. Anything else?”
Cheng Mu shook his head confidently. “Besides demanding that employees work seriously, no.”
“Really? Like what does he enjoy during breaks?”
“There’s none. The boss hardly rests during work hours, except for meals.”
Song Wannian raised an eyebrow. Jing Xing was quite a competent boss!
As they spoke, her steps unconsciously turned into the pantry.
Inside, there were drinks, milk teas, various snacks, even fresh fruits.
On one rectangular table sat a coffee bean grinder.
But Song Wannian didn’t know what it was and simply asked, “Where’s the coffee?”
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“This is it. The boss likes freshly ground coffee. Miss Song, don’t you know how to use it? I’ll teach you.”
Song Wannian had never seen such a thing before; if it hadn’t been for Cheng Mu’s introduction, she wouldn’t even recognize it.
Finally, after Cheng Mu’s demonstration, Song Wannian learned how to use it.
She poured a rich, aromatic black coffee into a white porcelain cup.
Since it was her first time seeing this, and the aroma was so enticing, she couldn’t resist secretly taking a sip behind Cheng Mu and the camera.
The result was, despite the enticing smell, the coffee tasted so bitter she doubted life itself. Her beautiful face instantly twisted in a grimace.
Is this something people actually drink?
Jing Xing really was still that twisted male lead.
She muttered, “So bitter!”
Hearing this, Cheng Mu said, “Bitterness is normal for coffee. If Miss Song can’t handle it, you can add some sugar.”
“Okay, got it! You go ahead and do your thing. I’ll find Jing Xing myself.”
Cheng Mu didn’t refuse and promptly left.
After he left, Song Wannian searched around and finally found a half-bag of white sugar in the pantry.
Recalling the bitterness, she hesitated for a moment, then opened the sugar packet and dumped all the sugar into the coffee.
The cameraman glanced over, eyes widening instantly, then dared not look again. At this level of sweetness, was she trying to overwhelm Mr. Wen?
Just thinking about Mr. Wen, who liked black coffee, having to drink this kind of concoction made the cameraman’s face turn sour.
Fortunately, Song Wannian had chosen a large cup, and the coffee had been brewed a bit too long by accident.
Even with all that sugar, the liquid level only reached about four-fifths of the cup.
The coffee was still very hot, so Song Wannian stirred it a few times with a small spoon and the sugar quickly dissolved.
The cameraman couldn’t help but facepalm. Although he liked Miss Song, he couldn’t allow her to poison others. So he said, “Um... Miss Song, don’t you think this coffee is too sweet?”
“Is it?” Song Wannian looked puzzled, then instinctively took a sip. “No, it’s just right for me.”
The cameraman sighed. Looks like he couldn’t spare Mr. Wen from this ordeal.
Song Wannian had learned how to make coffee but didn’t know black coffee was supposed to taste bitter. That was the point.
Joyfully holding her coffee, she headed to the top floor to find Jing Xing.
At that moment, Jing Xing was reviewing proposals submitted by his subordinates, but none satisfied him.
He checked each one and sent them back immediately.
“The company pays you to work, not to slack off. You’ve spent over half a month on a single proposal and none are acceptable. Send them all back and redo.”
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Song Wannian paused with her hand on the door, hearing Jing Xing talking with his employees. She decided to wait until they left to enter.
She stood in the empty space beside the door.
Unexpectedly, the door suddenly opened, blocking her figure.
She heard the footsteps of the employees leaving, along with their complaints.
“The boss is really strange. Why on earth does he want to acquire an entertainment company on the verge of bankruptcy?”
“Anyone sane knows that’s a hot potato. And the boss wants us to take it over without any compensation and still make it profitable. Isn’t he just making things hard for us?”
“Really strange. Could it be that the owner of this company called Qisheng offended our boss?”
“Maybe. This isn’t the first time. Our boss is straightforward — if he has a grudge, he settles it immediately and even avenges us employees.”
“Exactly. Some people just don’t know their place and try to challenge the Wen family’s influence.”
Just as the group was engrossed in discussion, a female voice suddenly cut in, “Qisheng? That company name sounds familiar.”
“Who’s that?”
“Scared me to death!”
“Damn, it’s the boss’s wife!”
“Good morning, Madam!”
“Good morning, Madam!”
...
The group was instantly terrified upon recognizing who stood in the doorway and were relieved they hadn’t spoken ill of the boss just moments ago.
After greeting Song Wannian, they all quickly scattered without waiting for her to speak.
She smiled helplessly, shaking her head. What a lively and energetic bunch of young people.
Then she opened the office door and walked in, just as Jing Xing was coming over.
Song Wannian hurriedly asked, “Are you going out?”
“No. I heard your voice and wanted to come over,” Jing Xing replied honestly.
“Perfect timing. I made you a cup of coffee. Have it quickly!”
(End of chapter)