Chapter 415 - 414: Aloof Female CEO = Sweet Little Wife?

Chapter 415: Chapter 414: Aloof Female CEO = Sweet Little Wife?

She now saw the company’s situation very clearly.

There weren’t that many orders, and the profits weren’t actually that high.

Plus, a bunch of parasites were abusing their positions to file all sorts of expense reports. The company’s problems were getting bigger and bigger.

"It’s so difficult!"

*

Around one o’clock, the shop sold out of everything.

Jiang Liu stared at the footage of the new shop on his phone, lost in thought.

He hadn’t expected business at the new shop to become so explosive in just a few days.

’I need to hurry up and open another new shop...’

This old shop was his foundation. Jiang Liu planned to hold on to it and run it with care, but he couldn’t just stay cooped up in this one spot.

The market was a huge cake, and one person could only eat so much of it.

So he planned to create a new food brand.

This brand would focus on being affordable, clean, and delicious. Of course, it would be completely incomparable to his current shop, but even so, it could still bring him a huge, steady stream of income.

Even if he broke his leg one day and couldn’t work, he could still live off the profits without worrying about money.

’I should wait a bit longer. I need to pick a good location for the next new shop... but it might require a lot of money. Eight million might not be a safe enough buffer...’

’It would be best to buy the property outright.’

Jiang Liu didn’t want to lease. He was very confident in his brand. The probability of going out of business should be low; at the very least, it would be profitable.

At two in the afternoon, Cai Longfei entered the shop.

Jiang Liu got him a pound and a half of boiled fish and thirty steamed buns.

The young man was so moved he almost cried.

’Boss Jiang is just too generous! When I take this back, those bosses at the seafood market are going to go crazy with envy!’

At half-past five in the evening.

Jiang Tongtong and Jun Qingmeng came skipping happily out of the kindergarten, holding hands.

Teacher Li, who was seeing the students off at the gate, teased with a smile, "Qingmeng, slow down! Your husband isn’t going anywhere!"

"Mm..."

Jun Qingmeng pursed her lips into a small smile.

She didn’t respond.

She didn’t like to talk much in front of outsiders.

Even with colleagues.

"Mama, we’re going to see Papa soon, hehe."

"That’s right! Let’s give him a big hug when we see him!"

"Mhm!"

Holding hands, the two of them trotted all the way back to Yangzhai Street.

Just as they reached the entrance.

Song Yan, who had been waiting for a while, called out, "Is that President Jun? Do you still remember Song Yan?"

"Hm?"

Jun Qingmeng turned her head, and Tongtong blinked curiously a few times.

"Mama, do you know these ladies?"

"Mhm." Jun Qingmeng nodded, gently stroking Tongtong’s head. "These are Mama’s former colleagues."

After offering that simple explanation, Jun Qingmeng’s smile vanished, her expression reverting to its former coldness. She looked up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Her voice was chilly, without the slightest fluctuation in emotion.

These people were her former subordinates, her confidantes from the secretarial department.

Although they had worked together for two years, Jun Qingmeng didn’t feel any particular emotional attachment to them.

She had paid them well and taught them pretty much everything they needed to know. Now that she had resigned, it was only natural that they should become strangers.

That was just how cold her personality was.

"President Jun..." Song Yan swallowed hard and answered cautiously.

"I came to find you because, because I wanted to tell you something. Our company opened a new branch factory just a few kilometers away. I... I heard you’re getting married. Is that true?"

After speaking, Song Yan glanced at Tongtong.

Tongtong gave her a playful wink.

The mother and daughter’s personalities formed a stark contrast at that moment.

Jun Qingmeng furrowed her elegant brows. "Can you get to the point?"

In truth, she couldn’t be bothered with whatever business these people had with her.

In any case, no matter what it was, it couldn’t be allowed to interfere with her and her husband’s cuddle time at home.

"I, I just wanted to..." Song Yan was so scared she stuttered.

She was truly afraid of Jun Qingmeng.

When she had just entered the workforce, she had been "trained" quite a bit by her.

At that moment, Secretary Wang, an excited look on his face, passed between the two groups as if no one else was there.

He was here to pick up his food again, his mind completely filled with thoughts of Boss Jiang’s cuisine.

So much so that he didn’t even notice his own former boss.

Coincidentally, Jiang Liu pushed open the glass door and came out.

"What’s wrong, Qingmeng?"

Two joyful, excited voices immediately answered him.

"Honey~"

"Papa!"

Jun Qingmeng’s beautiful eyes instantly lit up. The cold expression from just a moment ago was now replaced with a sweet smile.

The two of them went forward, one on his left and one on his right, and hugged Jiang Liu’s arms.

"Did you miss me, honey? I missed you so, so much today, boohoo."

"Papa, did you miss your little cutie!"

"I did, I did." Jiang Liu stroked both of their heads.

’What do you do when your house is full of clingy people?’

’Waiting for answers online, it’s urgent!’

The customers in line looked on with envy.

"Boss Jiang is so lucky."

"If I had a wife and daughter like that, even my dreams would be sweet."

Yang Zishan turned her head away, feeling a pang of jealousy.

’I can’t watch this anymore!’

Nearby, Song Yan and the other two stared, completely dumbfounded.

They were utterly stunned.

’Are we not fully awake, or what is happening?’

’Is this really their cold, domineering female president?’

’Uh... this seems different from what we imagined.’

They had assumed that a cold, tough, powerful woman like President Jun would be the head of the household even after getting married, someone whose word was law.

But...

’How could she be... like this???’

A Samoyed trotted past, wagging its tail.

It barked twice at its owner—WOOF WOOF—and rubbed its butt against their calf.

Song Yan looked at the Samoyed, then back at Jun Qingmeng, who was clinging to Jiang Liu’s arm, acting cute and begging for hugs. A strange expression crossed her face.

Jiang Liu glanced at the women with their odd expressions and asked with a smile, "Qingmeng, are these your friends?"

"More or less. They were a few employees who used to work under me, secretaries, you could say," Jun Qingmeng said casually.

After speaking, she went back to leaning against her husband and sniffing his scent.

’He smells so good!’

"I see. Well, why don’t you invite them in to sit down?"

Jiang Liu could see that they clearly had something they wanted to say to his wife.

Jun Qingmeng didn’t refuse. "Okay, whatever you say."

Secretary Wang stood obediently to the side. It wasn’t his place to speak here.

Jiang Liu said to him, "Your order is ready. It’s on the counter. Go ahead and grab it."

"Alright, Boss Jiang!"

Secretary Wang grabbed one large bag and one small one, grinning from ear to ear.

"I’ll be heading out then, Boss Jiang. Don’t let me keep you."

"Take care on your way out."

"Haha, okay, okay."

Like a donkey in heat that had just spotted a jenny, Secretary Wang excitedly bolted out the door.

"Would you like some juice?" Jiang Liu asked the three women.

The three of them sat on their chairs, looking as docile as could be.

Song Yan cautiously glanced at Jun Qingmeng. Only after seeing that her former boss wasn’t displeased did she nod. "Yes, please!"

Jiang Liu brought them three glasses of juice.

"Thank you, Boss Jiang!"

"Boss Jiang, I absolutely love your juice. It’s so delicious."

"Thank you, Brother-in-law Jiang!"

At Lü Ziqing’s use of "Brother-in-law," Jun Qingmeng shot her a look, then gave her a nod.

She was very pleased.

’This kid is pretty sharp!’

Jun Qingmeng smoothed down her white cotton dress and sat across from the three of them, her long, shapely legs pressed together without the slightest gap.

Even as a woman, Song Yan couldn’t help but stare at Jun Qingmeng’s legs.

’Those legs are just too gorgeous!’

She had never seen President Jun wear a dress before.

"Alright, spit it out. What did you come to find me for?" Jun Qingmeng said, her voice cold. "Keep it short. I want the main points."

Jiang Liu secretly watched his wife.

’This is interesting.’

Jun Qingmeng didn’t notice him.