Spoiled By My Ex-Fiance's Uncle
Chapter 459: Mu Shaoci & Shen Lu 4

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Mu Shaoci & Shen Lu 4

As the CEO’s assistant, after deducting items like the mandatory social insurance and housing fund, she was netting a clean sum of a hundred thousand every month.

Shen Lu felt she had been down on her luck for so long, that perhaps things were finally turning around.

Even if Mu Shaoci said he’d dock a thousand for every mistake, she’d still have enough from her hundred thousand monthly salary to cover any deductions.

Shen Lu nodded hastily, "President Mu, rest assured, I will take good care of you. What would you like for dinner tonight? I’ll start preparing it now."

"Just some light dishes."

"Okay, I’ll get on it right away." Shen Lu gathered the thermal container and left the hospital room.

The thought of earning over a million a year invigorated her as if she was injected with adrenaline.

She went to the supermarket to buy ingredients and prepare dinner.

Unexpectedly, she encountered Zhou Jiaqi, who stood with her arms crossed and her chin up, "I’d like to talk to you about something. Let’s go to the café."

Shen Lu didn’t know her, and the only person they both knew was Mu Shaoci, so logically, this woman wanted to discuss something about Mu Shaoci.

She had just become the assistant and didn’t want to lose her job over something inappropriate.

"Miss, if you have something to say, please say it here."

Zhou Jiaqi didn’t expect the seemingly clueless woman before her to refuse, which annoyed her greatly, "How ungrateful."

She pulled a card from her bag, "This is for you."

Shen Lu glanced at it but didn’t take it, "I don’t take rewards I haven’t earned, especially when I don’t even know your name."

"I am Zhou Jiaqi, my father is the chairman of the Zhou Corporation. I want to make a deal with you."

Shen Lu looked at her calmly, "Go on."

"You’re responsible for Brother Shaoci’s meals, right?"

"Yes."

"From now on, I’ll cook for Brother Shaoci, and you deliver it to him," Zhou Jiaqi stepped forward, pressing the card against Shen Lu’s chest, "This way you won’t have to cook and can save time and effort, plus you’ll make some extra money. Why wouldn’t you do it?"

Shen Lu stepped back, allowing the bank card to fall to the ground, "I’m sorry, Miss Zhou, but I can’t do that. President Mu wants me to cook because he likes what I make. I can’t earn his money and do something that goes against my conscience."

Zhou Jiaqi hadn’t expected such obstinacy, "Why are you so stubborn? Isn’t earning double the money good?"

Shen Lu smiled faintly, "I’m sorry, Miss Zhou, but let’s pretend this conversation never happened."

She picked out some fresh vegetables and meat, and left the supermarket.

Zhou Jiaqi stomped her foot in frustration. In the future, she would make sure to teach this ignorant woman a lesson.

Shen Lu returned home, tied on her apron, and began to cook.

At that moment, her phone buzzed.

She answered the call, "Mom."

"Xiaolu, your dad and I are planning to visit you in Jiangcheng. I’ve made some pickles. Is there anything else you want to eat?"

Hearing this, Shen Lu was overjoyed, "You and dad are coming? That’s wonderful. I’d also like some pickled plums. Can you bring some with you?"

Mother Shen expressed her concern, "Xiaolu, have you been attending a lot of social events recently?"

"No, these pickled plums are mainly for my boss. Oh right, Mom, I haven’t had the chance to tell you, but I’ve become the CEO’s assistant now, earning a hundred thousand a month after deductions."

"Oh my, our Xiaolu is making something of herself!" Mother Shen then asked cautiously, "Wait, isn’t this kind of assistant work the type that involves... sleeping with the boss?"

Shen Lu laughed heartily, "Mom, have a look at what your daughter looks like. How could our CEO possibly be interested in me? Besides, I’ve actually caused him to end up in the hospital."

Shen Lu recounted the events of the previous night, and Mother Shen fell silent for a long while.

Finally, she forced out a comment, "I think your CEO is quite indulgent. Anyone else would have fired you by now."

Shen Lu: "...seems quite indulgent."

Mother Shen laughed, "When your dad and I come over, I’ll teach you a few more dishes; then you’ll make his stomach rely on you."

Shen Lu: "..."

During his hospital stay, what Mu Shaoci looked forward to the most was finding out what Shen Lu had cooked.

Mu Shaoci felt he had put on weight this week.

He watched Shen Lu open the thermal container, "What did you make?"

"Steamed pork ribs with rice flour, braised prawns in oil, blanched choy sum, pickles, and a soup with Chinese yam and shiitake mushrooms."

Mu Shaoci leaned against the headboard, chewing slowly, "This taste is a little different from before."

Shen Lu pursed her lips, "I added a bit more seasoning today."

"Just make it according to the previous taste."

"Okay, I got it."

"This pickled vegetable is pretty good."

"If you like it, eat more; we still have plenty at home."

Mu Shaoci never wasted food and always ate everything clean.

Shen Lu felt a special sense of accomplishment, "Dinner for today?"

"I’m being discharged in the afternoon, and there’s a dinner party at night. Su Chen and I will attend. You can rest this evening."

Shen Lu nodded in agreement.

When she left the hospital and returned home, Father Shen and Mother Shen crowded around her, "How was it?"

Shen Lu shrugged, "President Mu thinks the food Dad made tastes a bit strong. He prefers the lighter taste he had before."

Mother Shen glared at Father Shen, "Just you showing off, he still prefers the meals Xiaolu makes."

Father Shen pouted, "From now on, let Xiaolu cook; why bother mentioning me."

Shen Lu rarely had the night off from cooking; she lay in bed and watched dramas for a while.

Suddenly, it occurred to her that if Mu Shaoci one day didn’t like her cooking, wouldn’t she be out of a job?

She promptly sat up in bed and began to study the tasks that the former secretary general had taught her.

Wanjiang Banquet.

Mu Shaoci’s dinner party was there tonight where all the presidents raised their glasses in turns, and Su Chen helped him block several drinks.

Of course, Mu Shaoci had his share of drinks as well.

He looked at the dishes on the table; although they tasted good, they lacked the taste of home.

He suddenly missed the meals Shen Lu cooked.

He checked his phone; it was already ten o’clock, but in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to dial Shen Lu’s number.

Assistant Su, who was beside him, caught sight of this and immediately understood the boss’s thoughts; he sent a message to Shen Lu.

At that moment, Shen Lu, who was cramming knowledge, saw Assistant Su’s message.

[President Mu isn’t interested in the restaurant’s meals. If Assistant Shen is available, could you come over to President Mu’s house to cook?]

One hundred thousand a month, how could Shen Lu refuse?

She immediately replied: [I’m driving over now.]

Su Chen: [President Mu also drank.]

Shen Lu: [Received.]

She changed out of her pajamas, put on casual clothes, took her car keys, and prepared to leave.

Mother Shen just came out to drink water, "It’s so late, where are you going?"

Shen Lu put on her shoes, "President Mu isn’t used to the restaurant food and had been drinking, so I’m going to his house to cook him some food and sobering-up soup."

Mother Shen frowned, "Xiaolu, you’re a girl after all, it’s not safe to go out late at night."

Shen Lu, however, wasn’t concerned, "Mom, President Mu is not that kind of person. Besides, he’s not blind; he could never be interested in me in this lifetime."

Mother Shen sighed, "Then I’ll wait for you at home; call if anything happens."

Shen Lu nodded, "Don’t worry, Assistant Su will be there too."

Because it was nighttime, there were fewer cars than during the daytime, which allowed Shen Lu to arrive downstairs at Mu Shaoci’s place 35 minutes later at a speed of 50 mph.

When she entered Mu Shaoci’s home, he had not yet returned.

She prepared to make him a bowl of hot noodle soup since fatty foods are hard to eat after drinking, and she also made a pot of sobering-up soup.

Half an hour later, the sound of the door opening could be heard at the entrance.

Mu Shaoci walked in, and seeing the busy figure in the kitchen, he felt a sense of satisfaction deep inside.