Beg Me to Remarry
Chapter 511: The Momentum of the Female Boss

Chapter 511: Chapter 511: The Momentum of the Female Boss

All the staff looked at Fu Han both shocked and fearful, realizing for the first time that Fu Han could also display such an imposing presence. It was also the first time they realized that the little girl was one of their bosses.

This was indeed the first time Fu Han had lost her temper with the staff. When she first came to the company, she did so in the capacity of a Photographer. Later, when Su Cheng wanted to acquire a thirty percent stake in the company through a technology share, Fu Han rejected the proposal. Instead, she became one of the bosses of Cheng Yihan’s company by investing capital.

Although all the employees knew of her status as boss at that time, they still saw Fu Han as lacking the demeanor of a boss. She continued to go out for shoots as she always had, and greeted everyone with a polite smile. Therefore, the staff still regarded her as that beautiful, pitiable young lady.

But now, with just one command, Fu Han alone crushed the spirit of all the employees. This was no longer just a young girl, but clearly a female boss who had fought her way up step by step.

At Fu Han’s command, everyone dispersed on the spot.

People hurried back to their places, busy with their work, and the vast Office area was silent, no longer disorganized as it was before.

Fu Han also turned and went back into her own office, only to find a pungent, musty odor greeting her as she opened the door.

The desk and chairs were covered with a thick layer of dust, with spider webs in the corners and moldy trash in the wastebasket.

The room didn’t look like it had been unused for just a few months; it looked long abandoned.

Fu Han’s brow furrowed deeply, the anger she had barely suppressed welling up again. Even if she didn’t come to work, the cleaning lady hired by the company should sweep the place out every now and then, or at the very least, she could take out the trash.

In comparison to the He Family home, even when Fu Han was away, the Servants would clean her room daily, the closets always had aromatherapy, and the room was always ventilated. No matter when she returned, her room was always spotlessly tidy.

Fu Han turned and went out, opening the Office next door belonging to Su Cheng.

The mustiness was just as bad, and there was even an unpleasant tobacco smell in the room. Su Cheng’s office, while not as dusty as Fu Han’s, was virtually inhospitable.

Fu Han couldn’t help thinking, what were these employees thinking? Perhaps their earlier compliance wasn’t genuine; they might just be going through the motions, secretly thinking that the company was doomed.

With these thoughts, a well of frustration grew within Fu Han. She found the cleaner who was wiping the window glass and said coldly, "If you want to keep working here, make sure the offices are cleaned daily, regardless of whether others come or not, and keep the Office area tidy. I don’t want to see any dust."

After the earlier incident, the cleaner didn’t dare say anything. She nodded and bowed, assuring that once she finished cleaning the glass doors, she would immediately clean the offices of Fu Han and Su Cheng.

Even though the entire floor belonged to Cheng Yihan’s company, they had hired two cleaners specifically for cleaning: one responsible for the sanitation of the Office area and the other for the Dressing Room and internal scenes. They earned no less than others but usually had much more leisure time than other cleaners.

Fu Han found an empty seat to start working at. It had been a long time since she had come to the office, and she was unaware of many things, such as those related to finances, which had nothing to do with her field of expertise. She never used to handle these things; it had always been Su Cheng’s responsibility.

But now that Su Cheng certainly had neither the time nor the capacity to deal with the company’s affairs, it fell upon her to do so.

Still, as the financial statements appeared in front of her, although she wasn’t sleepy at all, the rows of numbers seemed like a curse echoing in her mind, like a lullaby, making her eyelids heavier and heavier, almost ready to fall asleep at any moment.

In her mind, she muttered that finance was indeed not a job for ordinary people and decided it might be necessary to have He Xing guide her in the evening.

As Fu Han was about to get some water, she overheard two employees whispering in the Tea Room, "That Jiang Ling is really hard to please. She’s unhappy with the makeup, unhappy with the photos; I think they probably won’t finish shooting today."

Jiang Ling? Fu Han searched her mind for a moment, recognizing the name as that of a female celebrity who was very popular in the Otaku circle. She was known for an angelic face and a devilish figure, unforgettable at first sight.

Jiang Ling had visited before when Fu Han was her Photographer for outdoor shoots.

If she remembered correctly, Jiang Ling didn’t shoot indoor scenes before; she only did outdoor shoots and also preferred to have onlookers during her shoots, as if that proved her charm.

Fu Han decided to set her teacup down and head towards the Photography Studio. Behind her, she could faintly hear the two staff members talking in a terrified tone: "Did you see? Fu Han just passed by. Did she hear us talking?"

The voice of another employee was even trembling, "Definitely, she definitely heard. What should we do?"

The corner of Fu Han’s mouth lifted slightly, feeling a bit pleased. It seemed the effect of establishing her authority had been achieved, at least for the short term; the staff should work more conscientiously.

But there was still a major problem to be dealt with, and that was Jiang Ling.

Fu Han stood outside the Photography Studio and immediately heard Jiang Ling’s voice: "What’s the matter with the people at your company? The makeup they did for me is too ugly, and what’s with this dress? Why can’t I fit into an S size? Are you doing this on purpose?"

Without even seeing her, the sound of her voice was enough to give Fu Han a headache. It was unbearably affectatious, as if speaking through pinched nostrils, and without looking, Fu Han could even imagine Jiang Ling’s aggrieved expression.

Indeed, as soon as Fu Han entered, she immediately noticed Jiang Ling throwing a tantrum while pouting her lips.

Internally, Fu Han wondered why so many girls liked to act cute and whiny. Both Xia Ning and Jiang Ling behaved this way.

Did they think acting like this could solve any difficulty they encountered?

Fu Han didn’t understand, nor did she want to.

She turned and walked in, clearing her throat and calmly greeted Jiang Ling, "Miss Jiang Ling, long time no see."

Jiang Ling turned to look at Fu Han, her gaze initially arrogant, as if a celestial being peering down at a pitiful mortal.

But after a single glance, her look changed entirely, filled with hostility, "You’re Fu Han? Weren’t you disfigured?"