Before Wei Yumeng could speak, Xi Ze spoke first.
"Mrs. Zhan, I am truly sorry. My attitude towards you before was indeed my fault. I take back everything I said."
Wei Yumeng was a bit surprised. Xi Ze was more forthright than she had imagined.
However, looking at Mrs. Tchaikovsky, Wei Yumeng felt that things might not be so simple.
Mrs. Tchaikovsky's expression suggested she already knew about Xi Ze's shortcomings and was waiting for someone to teach him a lesson.
At the same time, Mrs. Tchaikovsky was also curious about how she would handle the situation.
Her next words might affect Mrs. Tchaikovsky's perception of her, and even influence the cooperative relationship between the two sides.
When she looked at Zhan Mohan beside her, Zhan Mohan gave her a reassuring look.
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment before saying, "I can accept your apology, but I believe you should be apologizing not to me, but to Mrs. Tchaikovsky. You were receiving me this time, and I might forgive you. However, if it were someone with a bad temper, they might escalate this matter into an issue between companies. I hope you will be more mindful in the future."
Hearing this, Xi Ze was somewhat surprised. She had genuinely thought she was doomed, but was it that Wei Yumeng was done with just a few words of admonishment?
"Of course, mere words are not enough," Wei Yumeng seemed to read his thoughts. "A punishment is still necessary, but the content of the punishment should be decided by Mrs. Tchaikovsky."
Mrs. Tchaikovsky nodded, seemingly satisfied with Wei Yumeng's handling of the matter.
"How about this, since your reception was not up to par, I will fine you by working as the company's receptionist for a week, so you can properly learn how to receive guests."
Xi Ze quickly agreed, "I understand."
After all, such a punishment was much lighter than being fired.
Xi Ze accepted the punishment and left. This was not a place for him to linger.
"Mrs. Zhan, I thought you would give him a more severe punishment," said Mrs. Tchaikovsky.
Wei Yumeng replied with great sincerity, "Although he was indeed in the wrong, this is Mrs. Tchaikovsky's company. I have no right to dictate their fate, and moreover, this is not a serious issue. I see no need to dwell on it."
Wei Yumeng's answer caused Mrs. Tchaikovsky to nod.
In fact, she had already heard about Xi Ze's attitude towards Wei Yumeng, but she still wanted to test her in this way.
If Wei Yumeng were a spoiled and inconsiderate woman, regardless of her capabilities, Mrs. Tchaikovsky might not have chosen to cooperate with Zhan Corporation.
But through this incident, Mrs. Tchaikovsky could see that Wei Yumeng was not only aware of the occasion but also possessed a unique sense of proportion in her heart.
If Wei Yumeng had chosen to impose a strict punishment on Xi Ze just now, it would have undoubtedly been a show of dominance over her as the host.
After all, they understood the saying, "You must consider the owner before hitting a dog."
Instead, Wei Yumeng handed the matter of punishment to her and clearly stated her position, which was indeed the most appropriate course of action.
Mrs. Tchaikovsky smiled with satisfaction, "Mr. Zhan, your wife is truly very capable."
Zhan Mohan also cast an admiring glance at Wei Yumeng, "Indeed, she is the best woman I have ever met."
Hearing Zhan Mohan say such words in front of an outsider, Wei Yumeng still felt a little embarrassed, turning her head slightly, her cheeks flushed.
"Macka, bring our contract over. I believe our current understanding of Zhan Corporation is sufficient for me to feel at ease."
As soon as Mrs. Tchaikovsky finished speaking, the contract was delivered to Wei Yumeng.
"Mrs. Zhan, do you have any other questions regarding this contract? I believe our cooperation with your company will be a pleasant one."
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment and then took the contract to Zhan Mohan's side.
Although the project was said to be entirely entrusted to her, Wei Yumeng always believed that Zhan Mohan was her strongest support.
The contract also needed Zhan Mohan's approval.
Mrs. Tchaikovsky watched the two interact intimately and felt a pang of envy.
In the subsequent days of their cooperation, Mrs. Tchaikovsky discovered even more similarities with Wei Yumeng.
For instance, their views on the same matter were surprisingly similar, they even had the same taste in food, and their styles of dress and grooming had many commonalities.
Thus, the two not only became business partners but also rare friends.
Zhan Mohan, who had originally come to help Wei Yumeng, now seemed somewhat redundant.
He watched from the room as Wei Yumeng prepared to go out again and said with some helplessness, "You seem to be forgetting I'm here."
Wei Yumeng felt a little awkward. "I'm sorry, Mohan, of course, I haven't forgotten. It's just that Mrs. Tchaikovsky is too enthusiastic and invited me to go shopping today. You know, for our project, I must maintain a good relationship with her."
Zhan Mohan understood, but even so, he occasionally craved Wei Yumeng's attention.
"How about this," Wei Yumeng suddenly thought of an idea. "You can come with us today. I don't think you've had a chance to explore the area."
Zhan Mohan shook his head. "Mrs. Tchaikovsky only invited you. If I tag along, I'll likely just be an annoyance."
Wei Yumeng was now at a loss for what to do. In fact, she felt a little apologetic towards Zhan Mohan.
Their original plan was to travel around the country after the cooperation was settled, but now it was completely impossible to follow the original plan.
Seeing Wei Yumeng looking a bit dejected, Zhan Mohan could only say to her, "Since we can't follow the original plan, shouldn't you compensate me somehow?"
Wei Yumeng thought for a moment. "How about, after this is over, I'll take you to travel somewhere else?"
But Zhan Mohan shook his head.
"Then... how about tomorrow? Tomorrow I'll cancel all my activities and spend the day with you."
Zhan Mohan chuckled. "Yumeng, what I want is not just these things. You should know, you are my best compensation."
This time, Wei Yumeng understood what Zhan Mohan meant. It was true that they hadn't been intimate for a long time due to her being busy with company matters.
Seeing Wei Yumeng's silence, Zhan Mohan moved closer to her and whispered in her ear, "Don't worry, I won't hinder your work tomorrow."
Wei Yumeng's cheeks were already flushed, but she nodded shyly. "Alright, I understand. Then wait for me to come back obediently."
"Okay." Zhan Mohan looked at her with eyes full of doting affection.