Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 456: Mu Shaoci & Shen Lu 1

Chapter 456: Chapter 456: Mu Shaoci & Shen Lu 1

The story of Mu Shaoci and Shen Lu dates back to nine years ago.

At 2 a.m., outside the Jiangcheng Club.

Shen Lu supported the already drunk Mu Shaoci, heading towards the Maybach parked in the parking lot.

"President Mu, please slow down."

At 5’7", she struggled to support the man’s full weight as she guided him to the car door.

Mu Shaoci had been forcefully plied with drink today. He leaned against the car door and said, "The car keys are in the right pocket of my pants."

Shen Lu responded with an "Oh" and reached into the pant pocket to search.

Mu Shaoci frowned, "What are you groping around for?"

Shen Lu felt wronged, "I, I wasn’t."

Mu Shaoci looked at the woman with black-framed glasses and neat bangs, snorting lightly, "With your looks, you think you can seduce me?"

Shen Lu shook her head, "President Mu, I’m well aware of my place. I have no inappropriate thoughts about you. If Assistant Su hadn’t gone for his hemorrhoids surgery today, I wouldn’t be here, I would be asleep at home already."

Mu Shaoci detected a slight complaint, "What? You’re complaining that I’m keeping you from your sleep?"

Shen Lu did think so, but she dared not say it, given how hard it was to land this job.

How could she, a corporate slave, afford to offend the big boss?

She smiled, "What I mean is that serving Mu Corporation is my duty, and Assistant Su had me fill in for him these past few days as your assistant precisely because I look very safe."

Mu Shaoci arched an eyebrow at her words, "Consider yourself sensible."

Shen Lu nodded, "President Mu, I’ll continue looking for the keys, but they don’t seem to be in the pocket."

Mu Shaoci massaged his temples, "They might be in the pocket of the suit jacket."

Shen Lu hurriedly checked the suit jacket draped over her arm and took out the car keys from the left pocket.

She opened the car door and helped the man into the passenger seat before settling into the driver’s seat herself.

She turned on the GPS and entered the destination.

All the way, Mu Shaoci was frowning deeply, "At 30 mph, you planning to drive till dawn?"

Shen Lu gave an apologetic smile, "President Mu, I just got my driver’s license yesterday. For your safety, I prefer to drive slowly."

During their conversation, there was a loud bang.

The Maybach’s front had intimately kissed the rear of a Maserati.

A woman dressed in a hot strapless miniskirt got out of the car, and she knocked on the window, "You rear-ended me."

Shen Lu turned off the engine and looked at Mu Shaoci, "President Mu, I am truly sorry."

Today, Mu Shaoci really lost his temper, "You think driving slow is safe?"

Shen Lu chuckled awkwardly, "I didn’t expect to rear-end someone while talking to you."

Mu Shaoci looked at this foolish assistant, "Are you blaming me?"

Shen Lu opened the car door, "Really sorry, our car is fully insured. Let me call the insurance company for you."

The woman then noticed the man in the passenger seat, "I thought I recognized the license plate number. Brother Shaoci?"

Mu Shaoci glanced over, and the woman was Zhou Jiaqi, the youngest daughter of the Zhou Family.

She had been clinging to Shaoci, giving him quite a headache.

This unlucky assistant truly had a knack for creating problems—out of all the cars to hit, it had to be hers.

Zhou Jiaqi walked around the front, opened the passenger side door, "Brother Shaoci, have you been drinking? Why don’t you come with me in my car?"

Mu Shaoci spoke flatly, "No need. Since it’s your car, someone will contact you about it tomorrow."

He looked at Shen Lu standing by the car door, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take me home."

Shen Lu nodded, "Oh, right."

Mu Shaoci closed the car door, urging her, "Hurry up."

Shen Lu started the car, only to hear another bang.

Mu Shaoci held his forehead in his hand. Who on earth hired this idiotic assistant? Tomorrow, he would definitely have her fired!

Shen Lu bit her lip, "Sorry, President Mu, I got a bit nervous."

Mu Shaoci’s face darkened, "Do you want to just drive over that car in front?"

Shen Lu: "..."

Fifty minutes later, Shen Lu successfully parked Mu Shaoci’s Maybach in the underground garage.

Mu Shaoci felt heart palpitations and nausea; he had successfully become motion sick.

Shen Lu wanted to support him, but he had been on the brink of anger all night and didn’t want to see her at all.

"You can leave."

Shen Lu was close to tears, "President Mu, are you going to fire me?"

Snatching the car keys from her hand, Mu Shaoci asked, "Do you think I would keep you around?"

He no longer wanted to see her and walked towards the elevator.

Wiping away tears, Shen Lu silently followed him and even joined him in the elevator.

Mu Shaoci’s eyes were filled with disdain, "Why are you following me?"

Shen Lu pouted, "I’m not really your assistant, so tonight doesn’t count as overtime for me."

Mu Shaoci laughed, "So what you mean is, since this wasn’t part of your regular duties, you’re doing well by not asking me for overtime pay, right?"

Shen Lu nodded slightly, "That’s kind of the idea."

Mu Shaoci was hearing such an original response for the first time; this foolish assistant really didn’t know her place.

No, she knew.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so afraid of him firing her.

Mu Shaoci huffed, "You don’t need to come to work tomorrow."

As they spoke, the elevator doors opened.

Mu Shaoci stepped out, and Shen Lu hurriedly followed him.

As the man unlocked the door, she entered the house ahead of him, "President Mu, I’ll make you some Sobering-up Soup."

"Get out."

Shen Lu cleared her throat, "Even if you’re going to fire me, you’ll need to wait until tomorrow at the company to say so. Tonight, I still haven’t completed the task Assistant Su gave me."

After speaking, she quickly headed for the kitchen.

Mu Shaoci watched her start to get busy, aware that she wouldn’t leave, and too exhausted for further argument, he collapsed on the sofa.

He tilted his head toward the kitchen, then covered his eyes with his hand.

His stomach was not happy with tonight’s drinking.

Shen Lu had been briefed by Assistant Su; when taking Mu Shaoci home in the evening, she was to cook Sobering-up Soup, and she had been told where the ingredients were.

She hoped the Sobering-up Soup she cooked would satisfy Mu Shaoci so she could keep her job.

After all, she really needed this job.

Soon, the Sobering-up Soup was ready.

She served a bowl and brought it in front of Mu Shaoci.

"President Mu, the Sobering-up Soup is ready. Please have some."

Mu Shaoci lowered his arm, looking at Shen Lu who was holding a steaming bowl of soup. Her lips pursed, showing the bowl was obviously hot to the touch.

Mu Shaoci narrowed his eyes at her, observing her restrained demeanor, and took the bowl from her, blowing on it lightly before slowly sipping.

Shen Lu clenched her hands, then placed them behind her back.

The man caught the small gesture and chuckled, "If it’s hot, you could’ve let it cool before bringing it over. Really stupid."

"Sobering-up Soup should be drunk hot to be effective."

Mu Shaoci found the taste surprisingly good, "What did you put in it?"

"Dried Tangerine Peel, lemon, and the sour plums I brought, all especially good for sobering up."

"Sour plums?"

Shen Lu nodded, "They were sent by my grandma from her hometown; she said I’d inevitably have to entertain for work, and cooking Sobering-up Soup would be helpful. When Assistant Su said to make Sobering-up Soup, I thought of bringing them over."

Mu Shaoci asked, "Can you cook anything else?"

"I’m decent at making noodles."

"There are fine noodles in the top cupboard."

Shen Lu smiled, "I’ll cook some noodles for you right away."