Chapter 111: What’s Too Slow

Chapter 111

"Ah, our old Qi is too slow," Sheng Mumu complained discontentedly as she tapped her chin with her finger and started to grumble:

"Last time, it took him so long to finish and he just wouldn't come out."

"Dragging his feet."

Su Tingran, Mrs. Qian, and Mrs. Sun were completely confused.

Their faces grew redder and redder as they listened.

Was this the part they could hear without having to pay?

What's too slow?

What took so long?

Even with the rich experience of these three married women, they were still shocked by Sheng Mumu's "bold remarks."

Su Tingran tugged at Sheng Mumu's clothes and politely coughed.

"Mumu, okay, okay, it's still daytime now."

Sheng Mumu looked over in puzzlement and asked uncomprehendingly: "Huh? You can't say this during the day?"

"Oh my!" Mrs. Qian glared reproachfully at Su Tingran. "Mrs. Sun and I are both mothers. We won't be choked to death by dog food. Go on, keep talking."

Mrs. Sun chimed in, "That's right, that's right. Mrs. Qi, tell us more."

Mrs. Qian and Mrs. Sun sang in chorus.

They left Sheng Mumu completely confused.

It seemed she didn't quite understand what they were talking about.

When had she lost track of their conversation?

Two pairs of expectant, story-hungry eyes stared at her.

She finally belatedly asked:

"I was talking about shaving. What did you think I meant?"

Mrs. Qian: "............"

Mrs. Sun: "Shaving?"

Mrs. Qian: "Shaving is too slow?"

Mrs. Sun: "It took so long to finish?"

Mrs. Qian: "Wouldn't come out? Does that mean he couldn't get out of the bathroom?"

Sheng Mumu blinked her limpid eyes, her long lashes fluttering. "Yeah, didn't I just tap my chin earlier? I meant shaving. Did my gesture not come across clearly enough, or is my ability to...express myself a bit lacking?"

Mrs. Qian took a deep breath and patted her shoulder. "No, Mrs. Qi, it's not your problem, it's our problem."

Mrs. Sun pulled up the corners of her mouth in a smile. "Yes, there was a deviation in our understanding."

Sheng Mumu was still completely confused. "What did you think I meant? Eating too slowly?"

"Pfft~" Su Tingran covered her mouth and laughed. This was the Mumu she knew all right.

It wasn't until the four women had finished their essential oil spa and Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Qian left early to pick up their kids from school that Su Tingran told Sheng Mumu about their "mistaken understanding."

Sheng Mumu's face instantly turned red and she stammered as she spoke.

He couldn't make out the words clearly.

It sounded like he was listing the attendees of the dinner party tonight.

When he vaguely heard the names Miss Jiang and Ms. Yuan,

Mr. Qi's tone paused.

As if having figured something out, he gave a low, deep laugh.

Then he turned and instructed:

"Tell Mr. Ou I won't be going to the dinner party tonight. Let's meet one-on-one next time I'm in Hong Kong."

"Yes, Mr. Qi."

Having received his orders, Assistant Dong left the suite.

He had just closed the door behind him from outside.

Still not understanding, he scratched his head.

After working under Mr. Qi for so many years,

Lately,

He was unable to figure out Mr. Qi's thoughts more and more often.

It seemed the road to becoming a competent assistant who could share his boss's worries was still long.

He still needed to work hard.

When Sheng Mumu left Su Tingran's house and had just walked up to the door of her own villa,

She received a message that bewildered her.

Qi Mo: "Not going out to play anymore."

Sheng Mumu: ???

Didn't he just pick a tie and was about to head out? Why wasn't he going anymore?

What a fickle man.

Sheng Mumu didn't bother guessing what had made him change his mind. She casually replied:

"Okay, if you don't feel like going then don't go. I'm planning to meet Li Li for dinner later. My mom's away traveling and she's bored home alone."

Qi Mo: "Sure, go ahead."

Seeing the quick reply on her phone screen, Sheng Mumu suddenly halted and pursed her lips.

Strange.

It felt like the wife home alone reporting her plans to her husband away on business.

At that moment, on the other end of the invisible waves linking their phones.

The man's pitch-black eyes flashed with a smile appearing and disappearing.

He got up from the sofa and walked to the hotel safe.

His long, well-proportioned fingers spun the combination lock and pulled it open.

He flipped through those documents.

A confident curve pulled at the corners of his lips.