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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Yes, President Yan,” she answered as she walked towards Yan Rusheng and served him coffee with both hands.

nShe inspected him swiftly and came to a conclusion. Her boss was furious right now.

nHowever, she was used to him pulling a long face in the morning.

n“Are you stupid?”

nYan Rusheng sat on his luxurious chair and glared angrily at the woman standing opposite him. He had a look that clearly showed that he wanted to strangle her.

nThe drawer on his right wasn’t closed properly as it was wedged with the newspapers he bought today before Wen Xuxu arrived.

nWen Xuxu bowed her head and mumbled under her breath, wondering what she’d done wrong again?

nShe felt the urge to retort that he was the one who was stupid and his whole family as well, but she stopped herself after remembering that he was her boss.

nShe had to swallow her pride.

nYan Rusheng noticed her head hanging down with her cheeks puffed up. Unable to contain his rage, he gulped down the cup of coffee instead.

nSpat.

nHe spat out the mouthful of coffee almost immediately.

nNo… it had been forcefully expelled out.

nThe coffee splattered across the table and unfortunately, Wen Xuxu’s face and white shirt were splattered with coffee too.

nShe frowned and pursed her lips, looking like she had just tasted poop.

nYan Rusheng angrily threw the cup to the floor and yelled, “Wen Xuxu, are you trying to scald me to death?!”

nThe coffee had been served immediately after being brewed. It was no doubt boiling hot.

nWen Xuxu was indignant at the accusation and was unable to bear it any longer. She raised her head and retorted, “The coffee was freshly brewed, how could it not be boiling hot? Why didn’t you let it cool before drinking it?”

nFeeling worked up, Yan Rusheng exclaimed, “Hey! Wen Xuxu, how bold of you to talk back to me!”

n“Unreasonable.” Wen Xuxu glared fiercely at him before haughtily turning to leave.

nShe had finally understood a certain principle, and that was—bosses cannot be spoiled. The more they were spoiled, the more of a jerk they became.

nYan Rusheng stared at Wen Xuxu’s back, resisting the urge to hurl the ashtray on the table at her.

n“Come back.”

nWen Xuxu opened the door firmly as if she hadn’t heard a thing and walked out of the room.

nAfter she left and closed the door, Yan Rusheng’s anger had dissolved instead. He pulled the chair behind him and sat down lazily.

nHe tugged at his collar and opened his drawer with the other hand to retrieve the newspapers. The headline was —Qingqing returns due to filming, Third Master Yan welcomes her with flowers and a personal secretary to take care of her needs, making girls green with envy.

nWen Xuxu was seen squatting and massaging Ouyang Qingqing’s leg in the photo, in a seemingly humiliating manner.

nHe would rather not have seen the photo if he were given the choice. After seeing the photo, he was overcome with rage and he crushed the newspapers with both hands and threw it into the trash can.

n“She’s been competing with me since we were young, I’m already used to it!”

nHe dialed his secretary’s extension number.

nThere was a beep and Wen Xuxu’s voice answered, “Yes, President Yan.”

nYan Rusheng’s anger had not yet abated, and he grimly instructed, “Get me a glass of watermelon juice. I want it iced.”

nHe didn’t wait for Wen Xuxu’s reply and ended the call.

nWen Xuxu heard the beeping sound of the line being cut off. She frowned and rolled her eyes.

nWhat’s the meaning of this? Does it mean that he’s still angry? she wondered.

nHe requested for iced watermelon juice.

nIt must have felt unpleasant being scalded by the hot coffee just now.

nAs she mulled over the earlier incident, she couldn’t help but shake her head and smile. There was nothing she could do about it.

nShe rose and went into the President’s office.

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