Yu Chen habitually carried a lunch box as he came in and said, "Young Master Yu, Princess Mo’s lunch has arrived."
Upon hearing this, Si Qiao’s mind inexplicably flashed to Mo Shu’s frustrated expression from last night.
She was so angry last night, yet today, she still delivered lunch without fail.
This woman’s skill was truly improving.
On one hand, she pretended to dislike him and shooed him away; on the other, she tried to please him daily with these little acts. Ha!
Si Qiao disdainfully said, "Delivering again, such awful food. How can she have the face to bring this every day?"
Yu Chen asked, "Should we throw it away then?"
"Never mind," Si Qiao put down his pen, "let’s open it and see if there’s any improvement."
Yu Chen silently opened the lunch box and noticed that, in terms of appearance, it had indeed improved significantly.
However, the taste was still bland.
Handing it to Si Qiao, who only took one look before raising his eyes to Yu Chen, "Am I supposed to eat with my hands?"
Yu Chen hurriedly fetched a pair of chopsticks.
After Si Qiao wiped his hands with a sterilized hot towel, he took the chopsticks and sampled a piece of meat, only to frown immediately.
Seeing his expression, Yu Chen knew he disliked the taste, reminding him, "The lunch from home has also been delivered, shall I bring it up?"
Si Qiao barely managed a few bites before ultimately pushing the lunchbox away, "Bring up the meal from home."
Yu Chen, feeling somewhat sympathetic, complied, "Yes."
After watching Si Qiao finish most of his meal, Yu Chen spoke again, "There’s a meeting next week on a luxury cruise, lasting four days and three nights, with celebrities from various fields attending. The organizers have personally sent you an invitation. Would you care to attend?"
Anticipating this, Yu Chen continued, "Your father hopes you will go. Mr. Cheng Du will also be there."
"What’s he doing there? Isn’t it more suitable for the newly appointed president to attend?"
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"He sure has the leisure," Si Qiao scoffed, then suddenly asked, "Will Meng Yunjing be there?"
"Yes, Mr. Meng is this year’s hottest emerging designer. It’s indeed the kind of event he would attend," Yu Chen replied before asking again, "So, will you go?"
Mo Shu insisted on returning to the company despite Meng Yunjing’s repeated attempts to dissuade her, deciding instead to accompany Mo Shu back.
The drive from Hailing Manor to the company was a bit long. Mo Shu sat in the car, closing her eyes to rest, her mind reviewing details of the cruise event.
Fang Tiantian and her companions had fooled her into being a laughingstock, infamous and often exploited her name to strut around.
This mission was a good opportunity to get rid of Fang Tiantian and reduce future troubles.
[Male lead’s happiness +1, task completion 7%]
Hearing this sound, Mo Shu felt quite pleased.
However, this pleasure didn’t last long. Upon arriving at the company and just exiting the elevator, she heard people arguing.
"You keep denying being shameless, but this drawing is clearly mine! I kept it in my study at home, and you, despicable and shameful, came to steal it, ugh!" The fierce female voice was obviously not to be messed with.
Mo Shu found this voice somewhat familiar and frowned as she walked towards the sound. Just as she reached the door, a flowerpot flew out from inside, hitting Mo Shu squarely in the stomach.