Chapter 112: Not Holding Grudges

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Not Holding Grudges

Early in the morning, the storm at the entrance of Yu Lei didn't have as much impact as expected. Perhaps it was due to the company's good culture that every employee relatively calmly accepted all these oddities. More accurately, in the vast city of Zhonghai, such trivial gossip didn't count as a big deal.

When Mo Qian Ni walked into the large office of the Public Relations Department, many girls cast inquiring and comforting glances at her, which warmed her heart. Even when assigning tasks to the female PR staff, she spoke much more gently than usual.

Seeing Yang Chen return to his seat, Zhao Hongyan looked at him with a strange smile, "Did you really get together with Minister Mo?"

"I wish I did with you instead," Yang Chen winked at her.

Blushing, Zhao Hongyan hit Yang Chen, "I'm serious! Don't joke with me!"

"You guess," Yang Chen teased, knowing well about women's innate gossip cells.

Seeming to have assumed the relationship between Yang Chen and Mo Qian Ni, Zhao Hongyan asked again, "Is Minister Mo okay?"

"Do you think she's not?" Yang Chen pointed to Mo Qian Ni, who was explaining work to several female PR staff, still energetic and determined.

Feeling relieved that Mo Qian Ni was fine, Zhao Hongyan sighed, "Actually, we sisters have discussed Minister Mo's situation. It's not a big deal. That man doesn't seem like a good person. He must have treated Minister Mo badly first. Minister Mo might be a bit harsh, but as long as she treats us well, that's what matters."

"Is she good to you guys? I feel like she's always making you work, acting like a foreman," Yang Chen joked.

Rolling her eyes at him disdainfully, Zhao Hongyan said, "You little newbie only knows how to play games. Don't you know that's how big companies operate nowadays? They maximize employees' labor while providing enough benefits. Let me tell you, since Minister Mo took office, the PR staff's annual bonuses and allowances have been the highest in the company. All the welfare benefits prioritize us. Many sisters have been bullied while accompanying clients, but Minister Mo has helped them seek justice several times, even arguing with some stubborn senior executives of the company."

"She's that domineering, and nobody manages her?" Yang Chen thought Mo Qian Ni was only "mean" to him, but it seemed she was fair in her actions.

Laughing, Zhao Hongyan explained, "Minister Mo was promoted by the CEO himself. She's actually an old member of the company, and she's also a friend of Mr. Lin's privately. Mr. Lin definitely supports Minister Mo. Those bad guys in the company can't climb over our department's head. Besides, Minister Mo's personal connections are quite strong. Otherwise, why would Mr. Lin appoint her as the temporary vice president when he was on sick leave?"

After listening to Zhao Hongyan's explanation, Yang Chen gained a better understanding of the company's system. However, he didn't dwell on these matters too much. After chatting for a while, he immersed himself in the gaming business.

Just played two rounds of matching games when Yang Chen's phone rang. Glancing at the number, it was that little scamp Tang Tang calling.

With a smile, he answered the phone, greeted by Tang Tang's sweet voice on the other end, "Uncle! I miss you so much!" Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

"I don't miss you."

"Hmph, still so unromantic," Tang Tang pouted, then asked, "Uncle, what are you doing? We've been writing computer systems all day today, those things are so boring. I finished my work and have nothing to do, so I'm bored to death."

"You find something to do when you're bored, I'm at work."

"Work?" Tang Tang seemed to discover a new world and asked, "Uncle, what do you do for work?"

"Play games," Yang Chen answered truthfully.

Tang Tang chuckled, "So Uncle's a soy sauce worker, what game are you playing? WoW? EQ? Or some knock-off game like Miracle?"

Yang Chen thought for a moment, not really sure what to classify "Matching" as, so he vaguely replied, "A high IQ game."

To prevent the situation from escalating, Mo Qianni had already decided to keep the truth about the incident secret. She wasn't flustered and explained with a smile, "I also couldn't believe it at the time. Maybe I was really too angry and couldn't control myself."

Lin Ruoxi nodded and then asked casually, "Have you known Yang Chen for long?"

This question was a bit mysterious. As Yang Chen's lawful wife, Lin Ruoxi had heard about Mo Qianni's intimate behavior with Yang Chen, even being referred to as his lover. Instead of directly questioning Mo Qianni, she indirectly broached the topic.

Mo Qianni felt a pang of guilt, but as long as she remembered Yang Chen's word "will," she couldn't suppress the sense of guilt. She knew she couldn't outright deny everything, so she didn't feel too embarrassed.

"We haven't known each other for long, just a superior-subordinate relationship. Ruoxi, you should know me, I'm not that kind of person."

Mo Qianni didn't answer "yes" or deny it. This kind of response, to a large extent, had already implied her "admission." She wasn't "that kind of person," so if there was something, it was serious!

Both were intelligent and proud women, and sometimes, they could convey a lot through just a few words.

Lin Ruoxi felt uncomfortable again. She didn't think she could be jealous over her unreliable husband. More likely, she was upset that her good friend had developed feelings for Yang Chen.

What's so good about that man? Could even someone as rational as Qianni fall for him?

Seeing Lin Ruoxi's silence, Mo Qianni worried that she was angry with her. With a hint of embarrassment, she added quietly, "Ruoxi, don't be mad. There's nothing between us. It might just have been a moment of impulse on my part. He hasn't done anything to wrong you, really."

Lin Ruoxi found it amusing. One of her few close friends was developing feelings for her useless husband and was now apologizing to her in fear. Could she really be mad at her good friend for such an incapable man? It was a joke!

"Qianni, don't get worked up. I'm not angry at you. I just hope you can see some facts clearly. He's not worth your effort," Lin Ruoxi sighed softly.

Mo Qianni was taken aback. She didn't understand why Lin Ruoxi, as his wife, would calmly speak these words. She smiled bitterly, "I also know he's very unreliable, but some things aren't controllable by reason."

Lin Ruoxi furrowed her brows. She could detect a hint of sweetness in Mo Qianni's words, which made her increasingly uncomfortable and irritable. She really wished that man who brought her so much trouble would step forward and clarify everything, preferably... preferably saying that he and her good friend... were impossible!

Lin Ruoxi pressed a button on her desk, and soon, a neatly dressed woman in a black suit, with a serious expression, walked in.

"Chairwoman Lin, is there something you need?"

"Wu Yue, summon Yang Chen from the Public Relations Department to the office. I have some questions for him and Minister Mo," Lin Ruoxi ordered.

The efficient secretary Wu Yue had already anticipated that Lin Ruoxi might call Yang Chen, so she had called the Public Relations Department earlier to inquire about the situation.

"Chairwoman Lin, Yang Chen left the company about fifteen minutes ago."

"During work hours? Where did he go?" Lin Ruoxi and Mo Qianni both looked at Wu Yue in surprise.

Wu Yue said expressionlessly, "According to the information provided by the Public Relations Department staff, Yang Chen went out to play games with someone."

A dark cloud immediately descended upon Lin Ruoxi's beautiful face, and Mo Qianni beside her also showed a look of deep disappointment.

"A hopeless case," Lin Ruoxi sighed in disappointment, even feeling the urge to throw something, but ultimately she just closed her eyes wearily and waved her hand for Wu Yue to leave, as if all her strength had been drained in that moment.

Seeing Lin Ruoxi's helpless expression, Mo Qianni couldn't help but feel responsible, silently lowering her head, feeling increasingly regretful and self-blaming...