The Crippled Boss Loves Me

691 Let Me Tell You Some Good News

In the future, she wanted to prepare hangover soup for Mrs. Ji and President Ji every time. Qiao Xi couldn’t help but lower her eyes. She didn’t dare to look at Shen Hanxing’s face. She would just keep this as her sweet little secret. Forgive her for hiding this little bit of happiness, but she was really happy!

“It’s very good. It’s different from the ones I’ve had before.” Shen Hanxing took a sip and complimented her sincerely. “Qiao Xi, you’re really good at cooking.”

“Really?” Qiao Xi looked at Shen Hanxing with sparkling eyes and asked, “Is it really good? Would it be too sour? Does it suit your taste? Is there anything missing?” She asked a series of questions that she seemed to have been holding back for a long time.

Shen Hanxing was a little surprised. Did Qiao Xi really like compliments that much? That made sense. Qiao Xi had grown up in a family that valued boys over girls. She had always lacked self-confidence, and when she was with Wang Wentao, she was constantly suppressed. Probably no one had ever praised her, and no one had ever paid attention to her cooking and shared their feelings with her. Shen Hanxing’s heart softened at the thought of this. She said patiently, “It’s really good. The sourness is just right. Great. I think it’s perfect.”

Shen Hanxing’s sincere compliment made Qiao Xi’s smile grow even wider. She clasped her hands together and secretly rejoiced. If Mrs. Ji said it tasted good, it must taste good! Would President Ji also find it delicious? Did he like it when he drank it? Was it also to his taste? Would he like the taste? Qiao Xi’s mind was in a mess. She was happy and worried at the same time. She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that she had been clasping her hands and giggling for quite a while.

“What good thing happened tonight? You look very happy.” Shen Hanxing looked at Qiao Xi curiously. As she drank her soup, she teased, “Do share the good news with me. Do you have a new boyfriend?”

Boyfriend? Qiao Xi’s heart skipped a beat and she quickly waved her hands. “No, no, no. I don’t have a boyfriend.” How could she think that way? “I’m just in a good mood,” Qiao Xi explained nervously.

Shen Hanxing could not help but laugh when she saw Qiao Xi’s flustered expression. “I’m just asking. If it’s not convenient for you to tell me, then forget it. Don’t be nervous.”

Seeing that Shen Hanxing had no intention of asking further, Qiao Xi secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

“Right, I have good news for you.” Shen Hanxing smacked her head, then took out a document from the cabinet and handed it to Qiao Xi. “I’ve already made the arrangements. You can start work at the foundation in the next few days. Take a look. If there are no problems, you can start preparing.”

Qiao Xi was stunned when she heard the news. She took the document. It wasn’t appropriate to call it a document, as it contained a lot of information. She had been to school until junior high, but she didn’t get a graduation certificate. She did not have a degree or the corresponding experience. All she could do at the foundation was work similar to that of a clerk. It was trivial and simple, but it was easy to get started.

Shen Hanxing did not dismiss Qiao Xi just like that. In addition to the job scope of clerks, the information also explained other various positions to make it easier for Qiao Xi to choose the direction she wanted to develop towards. On the other hand, Shen Hanxing had also prepared a contract: “This contract will be signed after the internship period.” Knowing that Qiao Xi didn’t understand, Shen Hanxing patiently explained, “I’m giving this to you now so that you can take a look and think about it when you have time. If there’s anything that you think isn’t suitable, just let me know. ” The foundation is not only related to money, but also to many women in trouble. In order to ensure that the original intention of the foundation would not change, the labor contract would be stricter.

Qiao Xi hugged the document, her eyes reddening. Back in her hometown, she used to pick out grain. Whenever the grain was very heavy, it would weigh on her young shoulders. She had done farm work, carried water, moved stones, and even carried a child while pushing the mill. But all of that did not seem as heavy as the document in her hands. Her eyelashes were wet with tears, and for a moment, she could not say a word. Her tears fell in strings, and one drop fell on the document. She hurriedly wiped it off. What she was holding in her arms was not a stack of papers, but her own future. A bright, open future that she could see.

This realization made Qiao Xi feel as if there was a ball of cotton stuck in her throat. Her heart felt heavy, but it didn’t make her feel bad at all. Instead, it made her feel a little attached.