Chapter 366: Chapter 183: Thunderous Wrath
Luna clasped her arms, originally unwilling to lift her foot, but upon seeing Pello suddenly raising his head and looking over through the blinds, she quickly adjusted to a smiling face, thinking that with her good mood today, she might as well spare the wretched girl this once. She shifted her heel, revealing the bright red sole.
Red-soled shoes are the signature mark of Christian Louboutin; the brand’s shoes are known for their stability. Su Ziceng quickly set down the documents, her hands grasping that pair of proud high heels, and with force, she pushed backwards.
"Ah!" Luna’s scream echoed throughout the entire office, and all the employees stopped what they were doing.
Dressed in a Boss suit, the senior white-collar Luna had never stumbled in Su Family’s office; she always lectured the new girls to wear good shoes and walk steady paths. She had never imagined that she too could fall so embarrassingly, her dress flipping up, swamped by paperwork, her face splashed with spilled tea.
"You dead girl," Luna, enduring an almost broken heel, was about to start fighting with Su Ziceng.
"Excuse me, which one of you is Miss Su Ziceng?" Outside stood a florist’s deliveryman, who was directed by a kind old secretary downstairs to bring the flowers up directly.
"Su Ziceng?" This person’s name was known by everyone; the former finance secretary had used Su Ziceng as a negative example, saying that in this day and age, a person who knows nothing about finance is pitiable. But nobody dared to truly mock Su Ziceng, knowing if anyone in the office came from as good a family as Su Ziceng did, it wouldn’t matter even if they didn’t recognize Arabic numerals.
But how could that notorious, often elusive princess be in the finance department?
"Me, they’re mine," Su Ziceng glared at Luna, and if it wasn’t for the fact that they were in a public place, she was sure she could have knocked a few holes in this dead woman’s forehead.
Luna didn’t dare to make a sound, realizing that this young but imposing assistant was actually Su Ziceng. My God, what had she done.
She had dared to vie for the seat that the princess was supposed to take; even if Su Ziceng were to sit on Su Family’s golden signboard, nobody would dare to object.
A bouquet of flame-colored red roses. Su Ziceng was somewhat puzzled, flipping through the card, then looking back towards Pello’s office again. It turned out that Pello had deliberately acted indifferent, relegating her outside while preparing such an unexpected surprise.
"It was sent by a Mr. Hang," said the delivery boy eagerly, "He said his girlfriend is starting her job today, and asked us to deliver a bouquet here every day from now on."
Su Ziceng was taken aback; the roses she held in her hands suddenly became a hot potato. It was Hang Yishao who had sent the flowers.
The words he had spoken that day — he was serious.
Pello also saw this scene. He did not want people like Su Qingzhang to know about his relationship with Su Ziceng too soon, so he had always cautioned Su Ziceng to keep their affairs secret.
But now, it seemed someone else was more eager to prove their relationship with Su Ziceng.
Pello was somewhat angry because Su Ziceng had promised to clarify things with Hang Yishao. On one hand, she had declared her love for him, yet on the other hand, she accepted Hang Yishao’s roses with a face full of surprise.
Were all women so fickle?
While the office staff were still immersed in shock, as soon as Pello opened the office door, they immediately buried their heads in work, but everyone tried hard to catch a glimpse of the unfolding scene with the corners of their eyes.
Luna stood barefoot, not daring to put on her high heels, and stationed herself to one side.
"What happened?" Pello’s voice stripped the employees of even the courage to sneak a peek. They had never heard the manager speak with such a poor tone.
"Luna is going to suffer this time," the female employees thought. Offending the princess of the Su Family never ended well.
"Pello, I..." Clutching the glaring bouquet of roses, Pello, for the first time in his life, felt a surge of disgust towards roses.
"There’s no need for these superfluous flowers in the office; and as a new employee, how can you talk back to a senior? Apologize to Luna," Pello’s tone was unequivocal, and the commanding tone it carried was what Ziceng detested the most.
Ziceng wanted to shout back at Pello. Was he blind or deaf? The commotion was so loud, Luna’s obvious provocation so clear, how could he have not seen it in the office?
The two glared angrily at each other. Caught in the middle, Luna felt even more embarrassed. She cautiously said, "No need, I fell by accident, it’s not, not the young miss’s fault." With careful steps, she attempted to silently walk out from between them, afraid that if she met those piercing gazes any longer, she might not live long.
"Redo all those copies, and don’t leave until you’ve finished them this evening," Pello announced before slamming the door shut. The entire finance department shook with the impact.
The number of pages being reclassified gradually increased, Ziceng’s eyes never leaving the documents, her fingers drying and chilling from continuous page-turning.
The co-workers left one by one as their day ended. The finance department quieted down, and Ziceng placed the bouquet of roses on the table, blocking the sight of the blinds.
In the manager’s office, Pello had finished the last project. His gaze landed on a line item.
The item was "the purchase of high-pressure pumps." Su Qingzhang truly wasn’t reassured; he personally approved the order, then repeatedly requested the finance department to audit and insist on procuring a batch of high-quality pumps from Germany.
"Go ask around, bring in a batch of pumps," Pello made a call. Since Su Qingzhang wanted pumps, he might as well procure a fine batch for him.
It was already 6 p.m., and from the Su Family’s building, the night of Mo City was approaching.
"Finally done," Ziceng separated the last batch of documents, exhaling a sigh of relief. Out of spite, she refused to look at Pello’s office. The phone on the table began to ring.
The name "Hang Yishao" flickered on the screen. Ziceng considered for a moment, then reached to answer it.
Just as she was about to touch the phone, her vision blurred as it was snatched away. Then she found herself wrapped in Pello’s embrace.
The lights in the office dimmed, and the twilight bathed Pello’s eyes in a golden glow.
"Promise me, you’ll never contact Hang Yi again," Pello said, letting go of the panting, swollen-lipped Ziceng and hung up Yishao’s call with her hand. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian () to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)