Apparently, your legs really can turn to jelly; this is all a consequence of last night’s overindulgence.
She felt like crying, how could she have done such a foolish thing?
Xiao Beibei frowned and asked, "Little Song, what’s wrong with you?"
"Dad, what did you do to Little Song last night? Why is she struggling to get out of bed today? Did you hit her?"
"..."
Xiao Jinghuai curled his lips, a faint smile playing in his deep eyes, "Why don’t you ask her what she did to me first?"
"Uh, Little Song, did you do anything to my dad?"
Song Song felt utterly embarrassed. She couldn’t bear to leave the room, but if she stayed here any longer, she would really have no shame.
"Adults’ matters are beyond children’s comprehension."
Suddenly, Xiao Beibei burst out laughing, "Little Song, are you even considered an adult? You must be joking!"
Song Song was almost driven crazy by the little guy; at a time like this, he’s still making her lose face. How is she not an adult? She’s in her twenties, after all.
Old enough to be his mom!
Forcing herself to stand up, she reached out and dragged the little guy out of the room under a certain someone’s scorching gaze.
Song Song felt like a hole could be burned through her back.
Yeah! Nobody wants to be overpowered, especially by a woman. If she were a man, she’d be furious too.
At breakfast, only Xiao Beibei kept asking, "Dad, how did you cool down Little Song’s fever last night?"
Upon hearing this, Song Song almost choked to death!
The man ate his breakfast slowly, with graceful and restrained movements, "We just did it until it went down."
"Cough cough—"
Now, she’d rather choke to death!
Xiao Beibei, being an inquisitive student, asked, "Little Song, what did you do with my dad last night?"
"Shut up! No talking during breakfast!"
This time Song Song was truly angry, both embarrassed and enraged. That breakfast felt like it lasted a century.
Xiao Beibei immediately put on a wronged face, puffing his cheeks as his small eyes darted between the two of them. Why did he feel the atmosphere was so strange?
...
Today, Xiao Jinghuai entered the office in a good mood, a rare warmth in his usually cool and handsome face.
As the chief confidant, Xing Quan naturally noticed and understood. Taking advantage of a pause while handing over documents, he asked, "President Xiao seems to be in a good mood today."
"Really?" Xiao Jinghuai’s voice rose at the end.
"Yes."
It seemed like he was indeed in a good mood; normally he never spoke to him in such a tone.
"President Xiao, regarding the World’s Best Chef..."
Xing Quan hadn’t finished speaking when a commotion was heard at the door—Zhou Yunxian burst in, with the secretary unable to stop her.
Seeing this, Xing Quan wanted to intervene but was stopped by Xiao Jinghuai, who motioned for him to leave.
Zhou Yunxian stormed to Xiao Jinghuai’s desk and threw a contract onto it, "What’s the meaning of this, Xiao?"
"You say the World’s Best Chef competition is off? Does this contract still count or not?"
Xiao Jinghuai’s gaze deepened, "It counts! I’ll pay the penalty as agreed, until Master Zhou is satisfied!"
Zhou Yunxian was taken aback, was this man insane?
Originally, the competition could have earned him at least several billion, but now according to the contract, he has to pay over a dozen billion in penalties...
Isn’t he a businessman? Shouldn’t profit be his priority?
"Xiao Jinghuai, have you gone mad?"
Zhou Yunxian completely didn’t understand what he was thinking.
Xiao Jinghuai had an enigmatic expression, "Quite the opposite, I’m very clear-headed. I ask Master Zhou to take the penalty and leave Qingcheng City, and never set foot here again!"