The secretary humbled himself like a grandson before his elders.
Sun Jingan was right beside him, clicking and clacking as he smoked.
When the secretary hung up the phone, he gently shook his head.
Sun Jingan narrowed his eyes.
He said, "Yin Changhe has set his heart on opposing me!" Newest update provıded by novelFɪre.net
He sneered, "To think he’d so readily believe a woman’s words."
The secretary coughed lightly, "Mr. Sun, you could also ask Miss Su for help. She has many connections; perhaps she could be of assistance."
Sun Jingan sighed softly, "She’s studying in Britain, how could she know such talents."
His headache was unceasing.
It really is lonely at the top!
Yet he couldn’t confront He Jitang openly; that would be too hurtful to the old master.
The secretary saw his melancholy.
He sneakily sent a WeChat message to Su Ruanruan.
He begged Miss Su to find a way to help Mr. Sun, telling her Mr. Sun was in dire straits!
Meanwhile, Sun Jingan was plagued with a headache.
Yin Changhe and his wife were celebrating with champagne.
He praised his wife, "I’ve been under Sun Jingan’s thumb for over a decade, ordered around without ever imagining there’d be a day he’d need me."
Madame Yin, dressed in lavish clothes, shed her past bad luck.
Holding a flute glass, she spoke charmingly, "It’s time for a change in B city. Sun Jingan has been complacent for far too long."
Yin Changhe was affectionate with his wife.
A wicked gleam in his eye, "He could never imagine that a mere famous actor could so easily pull the rug out from under him!"
She said arrogantly, "Whether He Jitang is sincere or not doesn’t matter! What’s important is Shui Linglong staying at the He Residence, making the world believe the Yin Family is close to the He family, seen as his confidants, so naturally, they will side with us."
With that, she let out a cold laugh.
Everyone in B city who could speak Mauritian was bought out.
With no one to work for Sun Jingan, what could he do?
She quietly waited for Sun Jingan to make a fool of himself.
After the Sun Family falls, Su Ruanruan would be next.
The largest business center in B city.
Sun Jingan sat in a private lounge, his complexion poor.
Rubbing his forehead, he said to the secretary, "Still no luck finding a translator, is that it?"
The secretary was silent.
Both master and servant were in a foul mood.
Sun Jingan said lightly, "In such a large business venue, to not find a single translator. Wouldn’t that be a laughingstock?"
He gestured dismissively, "Let’s do it all in English then!"
Just then, the lounge door was knocked.
The secretary’s heart stirred.
He said, "Maybe there’s still a chance."
Sun Jingan was not hopeful, "Yin Changhe has really gone for the jugular this time."
The secretary went to open the door.
Outside stood an extremely handsome young man.
The secretary recognized him; it was Song Yaodu, who specialized in foreign relations.
He brought someone with him, also quite young but with an unfamiliar face.
The secretary was surprised because Song Yaodu had no relation to Sun Jingan up to three generations.
And they didn’t work together either.
What was he doing here?
As the secretary wondered, Song Yaodu said with a faint smile, "Is Mr. Sun inside? I’ve brought you a great gift."
The secretary whispered, "Mr. Sun doesn’t accept gifts."
Song Yaodu replied, "Just tell him it’s a favor from Miss Su, see if he accepts it."
The secretary was both shocked and elated.
Was this Miss Su’s doing?
He was overjoyed, scampering back in, "Mr. Sun, Miss Su has sent Mr. Song Yaodu over; he says he’s brought you a great gift!"
Sun Jingan knew Su Ruanruan very well.
She never fired blanks.
He too was both shocked and elated.
He immediately stood up, pointing at the secretary and teasing, "It must have been you, you monkey, acting on your own to ask for her help, right?"
The secretary pretended to admit his mistake.
Sun Jingan gave his shoulder a hearty slap, "Well done this time! I’ll increase your funding later."
He dispelled his bad mood and opened the door to welcome them.