章節 88: Chapter 88

Meixiu went back from delivering Xiaohui's lunch. She didn't bother the woman, as she knew she was busy.

Being a director of a company is exhausting. Although Meixiu didn't feel that way, Wenqian mostly did the work in the Sapphire Group.

She felt guilty about the woman, as she never did any work related to her being a chairman. Remembering that she'll have to talk to Wenqian, she quickly grabs her phone and dials the said woman's number.

The latter, doing nothing as she finishes a stack of papers, flinches at her phone's sudden ringtone. She quickly answered the phone, not looking at the caller's ID.

"Hello, this is Zhong Wenqian."

"Wenqian."

Hearing the familiar voice, her eyes widen, and she pulls the phone away from her ear, seeing as Meixiu's name stares back at her.

"Young master! I apologize for being rude."

"It's fine; did I disturb you?"

"No, young master. Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Ah yes, I'll visit the office tomorrow and do some papers."

Wenqian quickly stands up. She quickly ordered Boqin to clean the chairman's office, which the man nodded at and quickly went to the sacred place.

She walks towards the window, looking out and seeing people below the building. They are probably going out to eat at the nearest restaurant they can find.

Sapphire Group is a famous company but is known to not have any cafeteria inside their building. They prioritize the office over the quality food the employees can get.

Wenqian dreamt of having their own cafeteria where she could go whenever she wanted to. Guess that's one con from the Sapphire Group.

Remembering this, she quickly told Meixiu about it.

"There are no cafeterias around?"

"Yes, young master. What do you say about buying the lot beside our company and building a restaurant that the employees can go to?"

"That's nice; go and buy the lot and give the project to Xiaohui."

Wenqian quickly nodded, and Meixiu hung up the call. She quickly went out of her office and instructed someone to process and continue the process of purchasing the land.

Wenqian would have to present her idea to Meixiu by tomorrow.

Meixiu quickly put her phone down on the coffee table. She walks towards the kitchen to make herself some milk.

As she was making it, her phone rang again, causing her to finish quickly and go back to the living room.

Her eyebrows furrowed at the unknown number calling her.

She quickly answers it, thinking it is the killer who's been wanting to hunt down her wife.

"Ms. Song!"

But she's wrong. She heard a familiar, deep voice coming out of her speaker, causing her to furrow her eyebrows at the sudden call.

She quickly settles on the couch, her phone closer to her ear again.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Ms. Song."

Xia Zhaohui's erratic voice welcomed Meixiu. Her eyebrows furrowed at how his voice almost looked like he was about to cry.

"Weisheng didn't take your advice well; our company's about to go bankrupt!"

Meixiu could only sigh and shake her head, her back leaning on the counter as her eyes looked at the peaceful atmosphere of the small house.

Her ears perked up at the frantic cries the older man on the other end of the line was making.

"Please, help me, Ms. Song!"

"My father is mad at what's happening, and anytime now he'll have a heart attack!"

"I'll pay you any amount; just please help me, Ms. Song!"

Meixiu stops for a while, waiting for the old man to stop his cries for her to speak her feelings.

Xia Zhaohui felt his world crumble, not hearing anything on the other line. His desperate calls turned silent as he sobbed quietly.

"Zhaohui, are you calm now?"

Feeling relief that Meixiu didn't drop the call, his sob went a little louder before he nodded, uttering a small "yes" to answer the woman's question.

"Ok, let me arrange a meeting with you because I know-"

"I can come and fetch you right now, Ms. Song! Are you free?"

Her eyes went towards the circular clock attached to the wall. Seeing that it was still early in the afternoon and thinking that Xiaowen wouldn't be back in a while, she agreed.

It didn't take Zhaohui long to get into the neighborhood; his frantic knocks stopped as soon as Meixiu opened the door.

"Ms. Song!"

Zhaohui's eyes couldn't get any more glassy, and tears welling up made his vision blurrier than it was supposed to.

Meixiu nodded, locking the door behind her as Zhaohui eagerly escorted the woman toward his car. He opened the back seat, bowing his head and daring not to look at the tall woman.

"Zhaohui, I'm alright sitting at the front; you'll look like a driver."

"If it's Ms. Song, I can be a driver."

Zhaohui insists on Meixiu sitting down on the back. The woman could only shake her head, patting the old man's shoulder before removing his hands from the door.

"You are still higher than me."

Meixiu spoke, her hand pushing the door close as she walked towards the passenger side and sat down.

Zhaohui's tears dropped on the floor; he couldn't feel more thankful towards the younger person before he wiped them away and walked around the car.

Continuous ringing was heard throughout the whole ride towards the Xia Villa. Meixiu couldn't help but glance at the old man's phone, seeing his secretary calling.

Probably to inform him of the continuous pullout of partners from their business.

When they reach the villa, Meixiu can smell the strong scent of a foul spirit that is causing all the problems they are currently facing.

Zhaohui guided Meixiu inside the mansion, looking at the quiet and elegant place.

"Head maid! Where are the staff!?"

Zhaohui called for someone. An old lady went out of the kitchen area, her hands carrying a spatula, as she was probably cooking something for the family.

The old lady bows down to greet Zhaohui.

"Some are resting, Master. They do not feel good."

Zhaohui nodded before dismissing the old lady. His head spanned towards Meixiu, smiling a little before guiding the younger woman toward the family room.

"Dad."

Xue's voice rang around the empty hall, seeing the figure of a tall masculine man two rooms away from where she was.

She went towards her father, not minding if he had company, before pecking his right cheek, her eyes making contact with the tall woman beside him.

Her eyes widen before slowly standing straight beside her father's figure, crossing her arms on her chest as she tries to provoke the woman in front by raising her eyebrows.

"What is she doing here?"

"Xue, pay some respect!"

Zhaohui glares at his daughter before turning his head towards Meixiu as he politely smiles and bows down.

"I apologize on her behalf."

"Dad, Weisheng already called someone."

Zhaohui scoffs before he starts walking. Xue glares towards Meixiu and follows her father, while the latter only looks at the small woman confusedly before following closely.

"Weisheng is a troublemaker; why do I need to listen to him?"

Xue felt the presence behind her, but she didn't dare look at Meixiu. Her attention only focuses on her father to try and argue about Weisheng.