Jian Tong stood restlessly in front of Shen Xiujin. Shortly after, someone knocked on the door. Shen Xiujin’s calm and magnetic voice lightly said, "Come in."
Jian Tong nervously eyed the person entering — Su Meng, who had interviewed her three months ago.
"Ms. Meng," Jian Tong murmured anxiously, sneaking a glance at Shen Xiujin reclining on a single-seater sofa, and then at the suddenly-arrived Su Meng. Her heart trembled, uncertain of what schemes the unfathomable man might have in mind.
"Mr. Shen." Su Meng, dressed in a tailor-fitted white suit that did not lessen her allure, with the top two buttons tantalizingly undone, stood composedly in front of Shen Xiujin. "What instructions do you have?"
Jian Tong sensed something odd in Su Meng’s demeanor towards Shen Xiujin, as if he were her big-spending boss… What Jian Tong didn’t know was that Shen Xiujin was indeed Su Meng's big boss. Having been in prison for three years, she was unaware that the wo
Jian Tong's head violently shook as she became increasingly desperate. "I refuse, Mr. Shen, I do not wish to transfer to the PR department," Jian Tong pleaded frantically, "I admit my wrongdoing, Mr. Shen, please let me go. I’ve already served three years in prison and paid my price. Just give me my bank card and I will disappear forever, I promise, never to appear before you in this life again." Jian Tong could do nothing but beg. She hadn't noticed the shock in Su Meng's eyes when she mentioned her prison time. Su Meng had only recently arrived in S City two years ago and wasn't a local, hence she wasn't aware of Jian Tong's past. But if it were the old employees who had been with Shen Xiujin for a longer time, they would have been well aware of Jian Tong's history. Shen Xiujin's eyes narrowed dangerously... Did she think she could escape? Not appear before him in this lifetime? "Heh," with a scoff, the man pulled out his phone and gave an o
Three days had passed, and Jian Tong had been transferred to the Public Relations Department, yet she hadn't earned a single penny. Glancing at the time, it was the bustling hours of the night. The entire Public Relations Department was eerily deserted, with only her left in the lounge. Her colleagues had all gone out on assignments. Truth be told, in Donghuang's Public Relations Department, everyone seemed to be making substantial earnings. Those who came to Donghuang
"I..." She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to refuse, but in the darkness, Shen Xiujin's lips quietly curved into a smile... He had said it: the proud Miss Jian couldn't let go of her dignity, enduring such humiliation. "So, if I really pick up all the money on the ground within a minute, it all becomes mine? And you will give me an additional reward of fifty thousand yuan?" The word "not" that was supposed to follow her "I" just couldn't be spoken. Before her eyes, she saw again that simple, kind-hearted girl in prison, her longing for dreams in her dying moments. In the midst of changing thoughts, Jian Tong forcibly changed her mind... Dignity? Did she have any left? Now, Jian Tong had nothing—no family, relatives, friends, or past. All she had left was herself. What need was there for dignity! The young master chuckled: "Of course, my word is my bond." A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes as he looked down disdainfully at the woman
Outside the private room, Su Meng appeared from around the corner, looked up, and her eyes sharpened instantly. She walked quietly to the door of the private room and asked, "Luna, what are you doing?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind. Luna, who was outside the private room, was startled and turned to see who was behind her. Recognizing the person, her pretty face became uncomfortable, "Nothing, I wasn't watching anything..." Luna was the "princess" of private room 606, where the young masters came without requiring her service, instead, it was Sister Meng who personally sent a newly-arrived cleaner into the room. Driven out of the private room, Luna was naturally disgruntled. There was no one around, so she cautiously pushed the door open a bit to peek inside through the crack. What she saw made her eyes widen, and she silently ridiculed Jian Tong as utterly worthless. Su Meng let out a cold laugh; she had asked "what are you doing," not "what
Shen Xiujin is Su Meng's boss, and Su Meng cannot tell Shen Xiujin's fault. But when he looked at Jian Tong, he felt sad for her. How did this woman offend her boss and receive such cruel treatment? Su Meng’s eyes showed confusion as she watched Jian Tong limping away, holding on to the wall, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The money and bank cards in hand have become a hot potato. Su Meng turned around and left, rushed into her office as fast as she could, and stuffed the bank card and all the money into the safe in her office. Only then did she feel that her palms were no longer as painful as a soldering iron. . When Su Meng turned back to box 606, she almost bumped into Shen Xiujin as soon as she opened the door. "Mr. Shen." Su Meng called out respectfully, and Shen Xiujin responded with a "hmm" and walked around Su Meng. When Su Meng first entered the box, those young men from the capital were still talking about, "That
The next day Jane Tong just arrived at the East Emperor, she felt a little strange, surrounded by people, groups of three or two, are pointing at her, discussing a lot. Jane didn't care much, maybe because she was a cleaner, suddenly transferred to the public relations department, let people have some criticism. But after entering the departmental lounge of the PR department, she knew that she was too naive. "Hahaha, the bitches are here oh." Suddenly a sneer rang out, Jane Tong's face turned white, the person who was pointing at her nose and calling her a "bitch" at the moment, she recognized, it was the Princess Luna of the private room of box 606. "Sister Luna, don't be so loud, people are not blind to see a bitch breaking in." Luna laughed: "You guys didn't see it with your own eyes, this woman, wearing a clown suit, her whole face is made like a gh
Mr. Zhu was so hot blooded that he didn't care what happened to Jane Tong, and immediately agreed bashfully, "Okay, just listen to you." Saying that, his hairy hand wiped a handful of oil on Nicco's thigh. "Nah, don't say I'm not benevolent," said Mr. Zhu, pulling out a stack of bills from his black briefcase, estimating that there is a fifty thousand dollars, "A thousand dollars for one song, if you can sing ten songs then ten thousand dollars, twenty songs then two hundred thousand dollars, and if you have the patience to sing fifty songs, all the money on this table will be given to you. " It will take more than three hours to sing fifty songs, right? "Mr. Zhu, why are you giving her so much money?" "Little baby, I'll give you more later." He said, revealing a smile that he thought was charming, "Little baby, there's no rush, later on, your brother, I'll even give you the best and most precious things on my body."
When a person is low to a degree, the last bottom line is - to live. She looked at Qin Mu Mu, this young tender face, this freshly colored bright life, was something she would never be able to reach again in her life.