Chapter 243: Chapter 243: Dreaming That He Returned
For Xiao Jinghuai to say such a thing, it must be significant; Di Wujiang quickly became interested.
He smiled and said, "President Xiao, feel free to speak. I’ll do whatever I can manage. After all... you are like a lifesaver to me."
Xiao Jinghuai’s gaze shifted slightly, intentionally looking towards Wen Ziyue beside Di Wujiang, and with a raised brow, he said, "How about having Secretary Wen serve me?"
Wen Ziyue hadn’t expected Xiao Jinghuai to still hold onto this idea. She instinctively clenched her hands and paused, about to refuse—
But the man beside her said, "There’s no need to trouble me with this. I resigned from the position of president of the Di Group three years ago, and Secretary Wen also terminated her employment contract with the Di Family, which means... she is free. She is currently not employed by any company."
"Oh, right."
Xiao Jinghuai feigned ignorance and said, "How could I forget that? If Mr. Di hadn’t left the Di Family, there’s no way I could have easily taken over half of your empire."
"Your good brother Di Shiyi is about to ruin the Di Family. You should take the time to go back and see. Otherwise, when you finally do return, there might not even be a shred left!"
Those words were like a sharp blade piercing Di Wujiang’s heart. The first half was just a pretense; the second half was the main point.
Did he make a move against the Di Family not long ago?
"Xiao Jinghuai, don’t think that just because you saved me, I have to tolerate everything..."
"Mr. Di misunderstands." Xiao Jinghuai interrupted with a smile, "Without Mr. Di, the Di Family is really no fun. No one’s around to oppose me, and I... feel a bit lonely. So please don’t stay too long in this Anhua County."
After speaking, Xiao Jinghuai looked to Xing Quan beside him and gave the order, "Pack our things; it’s about time we head back."
"Go back?"
Xing Quan was puzzled. It seemed like they hadn’t accomplished a single thing they came to do!
The madam definitely wouldn’t go back with them now.
Secretary Wen also hadn’t agreed to work for the Xiao Family...
This trip was a useless endeavor, and they almost lost their lives in the process...
When did his master start engaging in such a losing business?
At this moment, the expression on Xiao Jinghuai’s face seemed like he wouldn’t mind giving Xing Quan a kick if he continued to dawdle!
Xing Quan immediately restrained the large question mark on his face and swiftly went to pack their things, though there wasn’t much to pack since they hadn’t even had the chance to open their suitcases...
Wen Ziyue glanced at the tightly closed door, "...What about Song Song?"
"She’s what I need to trouble Mr. Di with; for the next month, please take good care of her—"
Xiao Jinghuai said with a clear and calm gaze.
Wen Ziyue was briefly stunned upon hearing this. That silly girl had been worried that Xiao Jinghuai had no interest in her. Now it appears... outsiders see it clearly, while those involved remain confused.
"Alright."
Di Wujiang replied.
When Xing Quan dragged their luggage out of the room, Xiao Jinghuai nodded to the two of them and then left—
But after taking just two steps, he turned back, "Mr. Di, you won’t let the person who damaged the sluice gate off, will you?"
"Certainly, they won’t be let off!"
"That’s good—"
Perhaps because she was so emotionally drained lately, Song Song ended up sleeping for a very long time. When she awoke and looked around at everything, she suddenly felt like she was waking from a deep dream.
She sat on the bed in confusion, murmuring, "Could it be that he hasn’t returned yet?"
Thinking this, she prepared to get out of bed.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open. Wen Ziyue walked in carrying a bowl of porridge, saying as soon as she saw her, "You’re awake, come... quickly drink this bowl of porridge."
"...Ziyue, I just dreamt that he came back. People say dreams are the opposite of reality. Do you think something might’ve actually happened to him?"
Right now, she had no appetite for porridge; even if it were delicacies, she wouldn’t have the slightest interest.
Wen Ziyue burst into laughter—