Super Soldier King and Cute CEO
Chapter 148 - 148 149 Such a calculating laborer!

148: Chapter 149 Such a calculating laborer!

148: Chapter 149 Such a calculating laborer!

Tang Zhong looked at the woman at the desk, scrutinizing her closely.

Since she was writing something, he couldn’t see her face at all, just a rough outline.

With a glance, he felt even more certain that she was familiar—he was sure he had seen this CEO before.

At this moment, Jiang Weiwei was writing an article about a beauty magazine that had invited her to contribute.

She was almost finished.

She was aware that the employee named Tang Zhong had entered but did not look up.

Instead, she said, “Find a place to sit for now.

I’m almost done with this.

If you want water, help yourself!”

This statement, reaching Tang Zhong’s ears, felt familiar too.

No doubt, he had definitely met this CEO before.

“Alright!” Tang Zhong replied then walked towards the CEO, determined to get a clear look at her face.

Initially, he could only see one eye; now he could almost make out her profile.

Why did this profile look so familiar?

No, he had to see her whole face.

Tang Zhong moved closer, walked past a potted plant by the desk, and bent down next to the desk, trying to get a clear view of Jiang Weiwei’s face.

Squatting down, he was almost close enough to see clearly.

However, at that moment, Jiang Weiwei, while writing, hit a block.

It was odd; this type of fashion article was her specialty.

Why was she suddenly stuck?

Immediately, she held the pen to her mouth, thinking—a usual habit of Jiang Weiwei’s.

Tang Zhong crouched down; he was so close to seeing clearly when suddenly, she moved her hand to her mouth, blocking even her profile from his view.

“Damn it!”

Of course, it was just one side he couldn’t see clearly.

The other side was still possible; after all, the desk was rectangular.

If one side didn’t work, he would try the opposite side!

Tang Zhong stood up, walked around to the other side, and just as he crouched down, this time her profile became clear, and he was sure he could see her whole face.

But the next moment, he almost wanted to cry.

Jiang Weiwei, thinking and feeling a bit thirsty, picked up a cup and started drinking.

Tang Zhong was speechless.

How could it be so difficult just to look at someone?

He thought not to worry anymore; once she finished drinking, he would be able to see clearly, right?

But he was wrong.

As soon as Jiang Weiwei put down the cup, she closed her eyes and reached up to massage her temples.

She perfectly covered her face again, and his view of her profile was gone.

Could this go any worse?

Tang Zhong felt like cursing, but Jiang Weiwei only massaged for a while, then relaxed and continued writing her article.

And Tang Zhong finally managed to get a clear look at her face, only to be stunned.

No wonder she looked familiar—wasn’t this the woman he had helped when he first came to Jianghai City?

It was this woman who had given him a few thousand yuan; otherwise, he still wouldn’t know how to get by in Jianghai.

Jiang Weiwei had already figured out how to proceed with her article.

Her writing sped up, and soon she finished, put down her pen, and was ready to take a look at the young man named Tang Zhong.

She had already planned how to praise him for the enormous help he had provided to the company.

Rewarding him with over a hundred thousand was necessary, especially since she had heard that a sum had been prepared for Wu Xiujun, which could now be used to reward this newcomer entirely.

She looked up, expecting to see someone on the sofa in front of her, but there was no one there.

“Huh, why is there no one?

Where did everyone go?”, Jiang Weiwei was puzzled.

She clearly remembered someone coming in just now, so where did they vanish to?

She felt something was off by her side and abruptly turned around, only to see a black figure, which startled her so much that she nearly jumped out of her chair.

When she saw it was just a person, she relaxed, her hand patting her chest to calm the raging waves inside.

But when she clearly saw the person’s face, Jiang Weiwei was completely shocked.

Wasn’t this the construction worker?

What was he doing here?

Instantly, Jiang Weiwei became completely flustered, unable to believe this was real, convinced she was seeing things.

“Daytime thoughts lead to nighttime dreams.

I must have been so troubled by this construction worker that I’m hallucinating now.

Yes, it must be my imagination.

That can’t really be the construction worker ahead of me!”, Jiang Weiwei consoled herself.

“They say, to rid yourself of a hallucination, you just need to close your eyes and then open them again, and everything will be fine!”

Then, Jiang Weiwei closed her eyes, and slowly, very slowly, opened them, fearing she’d still see the figure before her.

She secretly prayed in her heart, “Right, this has to be a hallucination, it must be!”

But when she opened her eyes, she still saw Tang Zhong.

Suddenly, Jiang Weiwei’s heart clenched.

He was the last person she wanted to run into, yet there he was, and, if things weren’t bad enough, he was likely now her employee.

She remembered continuously running into this construction worker at the parking lot recently, and had already anticipated such an outcome.

This was bad.

He must have found out she was the president here and deliberately came to work here, right?

He must know now that I am the president.

What if he brings up that night, what should I do?

Jiang Weiwei’s mind was in total chaos, recalling that night’s events, which were a stain on her life.

Meanwhile, Tang Zhong was rather indifferent.

Running into the person from that night didn’t faze him at all; after all, encountering someone a second time in Jianghai City was already quite fortunate.

As for that night’s events, he had almost forgotten them completely.

Seeing Jiang Weiwei clearly very tense, he smiled and said, “President…

What’s wrong?”

Hearing Tang Zhong speak, Jiang Weiwei grew even more nervous.

Looking at Tang Zhong, her thoughts were a mess, “He…

he spoke to me.

How should I respond?

Should I even respond?”

However, Jiang Weiwei chose to answer.

If she didn’t, wouldn’t that just show she was scared?

If she showed fear, it would be worse if he took that as a liberty.

Pretending to be very casual, she said, “So you are Tang Zhong?”

“Yes, it’s me.

You’re the president?

I really had not expected this!”, Tang Zhong replied.

Upon hearing that, Jiang Weiwei immediately became tense, intently staring at Tang Zhong, wondering about the meaning behind his words.

Was he trying to intimidate her?

No chance.

“Yes, I am the president indeed.

It’s unexpected that you are Tang Zhong.

I heard there was a new and very capable person at the company, never expected to meet you again this way, after that morning!”

Jiang Weiwei said this deliberately.

If this construction worker really came here to threaten her because she was the president, she might as well get it out in the open.

“Ah…” Tang Zhong was briefly stunned.

Then he quickly remembered why he’d paused – he had almost forgotten the incident he’d had with the president before him.

After all, he had returned to Jianghai for Jiang Weiwei, not minding other matters.

“If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would’ve almost forgotten what had happened between us.

Now I remember!”

As soon as Jiang Weiwei heard this, she knew it was over.

To state it like that when she remembered that night vividly and couldn’t forget it in this lifetime!

This man must remember too, and was likely playing coy to corner her and force her into submission.

Seeing through such a scheme, she was determined not to give in to a construction worker with such cunning; this was indeed the first time she had encountered someone so scheming.

She had to be very careful how she handled things.

“Well, if you’ve forgotten, that’s for the best.

Now that we know each other, and your work has been recognized by Madina, I think a reward is in order.

What would you like?”