Phi-Fic Chapter 199 Don't Be That Kind of Person
Chapter 199 Don't Be That Kind of Person
When she got home that night, Xu Hui slapped her. It was the first time Xu Hui had ever hit her. She didn't understand at the time and cried, asking why.
Xu Hui not only didn't tell her why, but also didn't try to comfort her. He ignored her for several days, and she couldn't stand it anymore, so she humbly begged for reconciliation.
Later, they stopped mentioning it, and she learned her lesson. She never went to drinking parties with him again and quietly became his mistress.
Now, she suddenly realized.
It turns out that Liu Biao was on He Qiaoyun's side.
Liu Biao stared at Wang Jinghuai for a long time before realizing that she was Xu Hui's mistress. He scoffed and said sarcastically, "Tsk, Xu Hui doesn't want you anymore? Being someone's mistress will bring divine retribution."
Memories flooded back, and Wang Jinghuai felt wronged and angry, tears welling up in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and said, "I've already done this much, do you still have to be so harsh? I didn't do anything to you!"
Liu Biao ignored her grievances and even chuckled, showing no mercy in his words, "Why are you crying? The people who should be crying aren't crying. You have no shame."
Wang Jinghuai cried harder and harder, her mind going blank from the insults, and she had no idea how to fight back.
Her crying drew the attention of the people eating around her, who all pricked up their ears to hear the gossip.
He Qiaoyun tugged at Liu Biao, "Never mind, let's eat."
Liu Biao snorted at Wang Jinghuai, "What are you still standing there for? Are you going to eat with us too?"
Wang Jinghuai left, wiping away her tears, while the people who had been watching the gossip quietly looked away.
He Qiaoyun chuckled helplessly, "Yes, she didn't do anything to you, why bother arguing with her?"
Seeing her nonchalant demeanor, Liu Biao was furious. "But she offended you! She became a mistress and then cried. What kind of logic is that? It makes me so angry! If I were you, I would definitely beat her up!"
He Qiaoyun clicked her tongue and said, "Her being a mistress is just a moral issue. If I beat her up, then it will escalate to the legal level."
She added, "Besides, she's gotten her comeuppance now, and I've moved on. It doesn't matter anymore."
Liu Biao stared at her for a while before looking away. "That's right, let's not talk about these unpleasant things, let's eat."
For some reason, he liked her more.
The two ate and chatted, and the food on the table was quickly finished without any waste. Liu Biao was even more hungry and ordered an extra serving of barbecue.
When I left the congee restaurant, it was already 12:30 a.m., and the streets were much quieter.
They said goodbye to each other and went home.
He Qiaoyun ate too much, and after washing up, she lay in bed unable to sleep, her mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts.
It's rare to find someone who can keep you company while you have a late-night snack until the early hours of the morning.
Eating a late-night snack alone is fine, but eating a late-night snack with someone else is much more lively and fun.
But besides Liu Biao, there was another person who understood her so well.
She admits she's become a little greedy.
They want to share laughter and joy with others, but they also crave someone with whom they can connect on a soul level.
As she pondered, she grew sleepy and drifted off to sleep.
I slept until dawn, then lazily got up to wash and eat, and half a day was over.
Perhaps because she had been in a bad mood these past few days, and also because she had to worry about the two factories, this late-night snack, which lasted until the early hours of the morning, left her feeling a bit overwhelmed.
I used to be able to stay up all night without any problems, but now I can't deny that I'm getting old.
She felt really unwell, so she went to a health center for several days of physical therapy before she felt better.
During her few days of rest, Feng Jiashu and Liu Biao asked to meet with her every day, but she refused to meet either of them, deciding to calm herself down and let them calm down as well.
Having adjusted her work-rest schedule and overall energy, she sent a message to three employees in a small group chat: "I'd like to treat everyone to dinner today. Do you have time?"
Deng Heng: [The boss is treating, of course I have time.]
Xiaochun: [I have time.]
Uncle Bo: [Okay.]
He Qiaoyun: [Any restaurants you'd like to try?]
Deng Heng: [The boss decides.]
Upon hearing this, the other two people immediately copied and pasted it.
But this put He Qiaoyun in a difficult position. She didn't quite understand their tastes, so after much deliberation, she called a local Shanghainese restaurant and made a reservation.
She dressed up nicely before officially meeting her employees.
She wore a light-colored, sleeveless, loose-fitting cheongsam with a thin wool cardigan, her hair was slightly curled, she wore two pearl earrings, light makeup, and low-heeled shoes.
With her body in good condition, in a good mood, and with a rosy complexion, she looks like a wealthy woman at first glance, exuding an aura of power.
She was too embarrassed to drive her cargo van to the banquet because she was dressed so beautifully, so she took a taxi instead.
At 7:30 p.m., the four of them met at the restaurant.
When Xiaochun saw He Qiaoyun, her eyes sparkled as she praised, "President He, you look so beautiful today."
Deng Heng and Uncle Bo chimed in, "Yes, she's really beautiful. She definitely has the air of a boss."
He Qiaoyun was very happy to be praised and handed them the menu, saying, "Let's order first."
They smiled and took the menu, flipping through it.
He Qiaoyun's phone rang, and she stood up and said, "You guys keep it lit, I'm going out to pick up a few people."
The three of them looked up at her blankly for a moment, then nodded. "Okay."
A short while later, He Qiaoyun led in three young men and women and introduced them, saying, "This is the live-streaming team I hired. They will be our company's employees from now on."
After both sides introduced themselves, He Qiaoyun added them to the group chat.
The group of four people had grown to seven. The two groups stared at each other awkwardly. He Qiaoyun said, "Let's order first."
After ordering, as they handed the menu back, Deng Heng subconsciously counted the number of people and said to the waiter, "Bring four bottles of your signature aged wine."
Uncle Bo quickly chimed in, "Yes, yes, yes, let's have some wine, and we'll all get to know each other right away."
The three young women at the table immediately looked a little uncomfortable, as none of them drank alcohol.
He Qiaoyun doesn't drink alcohol either. She spent money to go to a health center to improve her health, so she can't drink alcohol.
She raised her hand to the waiter and said, "I can't drink alcohol, so please have lemon tea and freshly squeezed corn juice instead."
She's the boss; she organized the event herself, so she can still make the decisions.
As her employees, Deng Heng and Uncle Bo dared not object even if they had opinions, and could only smile and say, "Yes, drinking is bad for your health."
The waiter couldn't help but glance at He Qiaoyun, somewhat surprised, as if he had never seen a boss who neither drank nor allowed others to drink.
A boss who doesn't indulge in drinking culture is a god-like boss!
The three young girls at the table looked at her with eyes full of joy.
This means you've found a good boss.
He Qiaoyun didn't care what others did; it was just a simple get-together for a meal and a chat, there was no need to make things complicated.
She had witnessed the drinking culture firsthand and hated this kind of gathering, so she refused to be one of those people.