"Don’t discuss the President’s personal matters." Adam glanced at her, "Go back to work. If you offend the President, getting transferred back is just a matter of one sentence."
Qian Feifei was startled and hurriedly returned to her seat.
As the only female secretary around the President, even though he never looked at her directly, this position was unique and she did not want to mess it up. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel⟡fire.net
Zhixi had waited for half an hour and was really bored.
Most importantly... there were no seats near the entrance; she had been standing all this while and soon felt tired.
Being pregnant, she did not dare to be careless. She thought for a moment and then approached Adam, "Could you find a place for me to rest a bit? If there’s hot water available, that would be even better."
Adam was taken aback by her approach.
Listening to Zhixi’s justifiable request, he found himself somewhat unable to get angry.
He thought for a moment and pointed to a vacant spot behind him, "An assistant took a leave this morning, and the spot is empty... go and sit there, but don’t touch his stuff."
Zhixi was somewhat disappointed... Why hadn’t Adam recognized her?
Unfortunately, in this circumstance, she couldn’t directly shout that she was Su Zixi. She could only sigh regretfully, "Okay, thank you."
She walked over, sat down on the swivel chair, and sighed comfortably. Soon after, Qian Feifei came over with a cup of hot water, following Adam’s orders.
Zhixi smiled as she accepted it and thanked her.
Qian Feifei’s expression was somewhat displeased, she scrutinized Zhixi critically and then walked away.
As she passed by Adam, she complained somewhat discontentedly, "Assistant, you’re too patient, allowing this woman to stay here... What if the President gets angry when he sees this?"
Adam frowned involuntarily and turned to look again at Zhixi holding the teacup.
She looked so familiar... but the Young Mistress had clearly died, and this woman was not entirely like the Young Mistress.
Yes, the voice was different too.
Otherwise, he might really have thought it was the same person.
"Don’t worry about it. If the President gets angry, I’ll cover for you," Adam said indifferently.
Qian Feifei could only reluctantly return to her desk.
But she hadn’t been working long when a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.
The woman looked embarrassedly at her, "Sorry, I can’t drink tea. Could you get me a cup of plain water?"
Qian Feifei’s anger flared up immediately, "Miss, didn’t you see I was working?"
"Then... could you tell me where the water dispenser is? I’ll get it myself, so I won’t bother you," Zhixi replied, smiling still.
Sun Feifei looked at her sternly, "Never mind, I’ll go." Saying this, she stood up and walked to the nearby pantry, and soon she brought a cup of hot water over.
Zhixi thanked her and was about to take it, but she had barely touched the cup when Qian Feifei let go. Zhixi wasn’t able to hold it steadily, and the entire cup of hot water spilled, half of it on her clothes and half on the back of her hand.
The pain made her gasp sharply!
Qian Feifei was splashed with a few drops too, and her eyebrows knitted tightly, "How can you be so careless?"
Zhixi did not want to argue with her about whose fault it was. She turned around to head to the bathroom to clean up, and just then, she saw He Jingyao.
He had just come out of the elevator, followed by several executives. Seeing her, the man’s stride halted, and his face suddenly darkened.