The president's mistress

  "I'm really sorry, it's my fault, please forgive me." Dongying was very apologetic and lowered her head.

  Zi Xian quietly looked at Dong Ying's reserved and introverted appearance, revealing a deep sense of loyalty. She suddenly smiled and said: "Loyalty is a good thing, but one must be careful not to be too naive, and prepare for the unexpected."

  Dong Ying's face turned slightly pale, and she bowed her head saying: "Yes. Thank you for reminding me, Miss Ren."

  "Forgive me, I'm just a perfectionist, so sometimes I can't tolerate flaws in people around me, especially Tiankuo's personal secretary. Both he and I appreciate you." Ren Zi smiled as she finished speaking, then elegantly turned around and walked into the elevator, letting her own secretary, Lina, close the door behind her.

  Everyone stood silently outside the door, bowing down in respect.

  "Tsk, tsk, tsk." Chen Manhong stood there shaking her head and laughed: "Look? This is what a woman who drives a 380 million Lamborghini should be like. The attitude is perfect, not compromising in the slightest, including with men. As I said, a woman's attitude determines everything."

  "But...” Yahu thought of the scene three years ago in the rain, where she leaned into Jiang Tiankuai's arms, so gentle and soft. She continued to say in a hushed tone: "But the man she's facing won't be that easy to tame, right? I felt like she was ready to go to battle at any moment."

  "I just like her attitude towards fighting. If a woman doesn't know how to fight, it means she has already compromised with ugliness and being abandoned." Chen Manhong shrugged, imagining herself as someone's noble fiancée.

  Ya Hui and Ke Xin turned their heads together to look at her.

  "What am I doing?" Chen Manhong suddenly looked at Ya Hui and Ke Xin and said: "Do you think there's anything wrong with what I said? You're always wearing T-shirts and jeans, how can you understand the feeling of elegance and nobility that comes from wearing a Gucci suit? I really admire the future mistress of our Asian group. Wherever she goes, she will definitely exude a romantic and noble atmosphere."

  Yahui let out a laugh and pointed in the direction of the elevator, smiling wryly as she said: "You mean... earlier when she blamed Liu Secretary for her fiancé not wanting to meet her, that was because of her noble temperament?"

  "Of course." Chen Manhong immediately lit up and looked at Ya Hui with a refreshing expression: "This was originally the secretary's fault. How could this be the president's fault? The president is busy with millions of things, how can he remember these things? Did your secretary not need to remind him?"

  Tang Ke Xin stared at Chen Man Hong with a wide open mouth in amazement, how can she say something unreasonable and make it sound reasonable?

  "Dear, it's really an honor for me that you can be friends with me," Ya Hui said weakly with a smile.

  "Of course." Chen Manhong again lightly tidied up her hair, who knew that as soon as she finished speaking, the miniature phone in her uniform pocket rang. She picked it up casually, adjusted the channel and said: "Mm. Speak."

  "Manager." Wen Zhi's slightly nervous voice came through: "Just now, the butler of the Presidential Suite called the restaurant and asked us to send a bottle of 'Tsar King' Sherry wine up because Miss Ren wants to drink sherry to help her fall asleep and adjust her jet lag.

  "What?" Chen Manhong was startled and jumped up, holding the intercom, saying: "I'll go up right away..."

  Chen Manhong held the walkie-talkie and hurriedly walked towards the cafeteria, while Ke Xin also wanted to turn around and head upstairs. But she was pulled back by Ya Hui, who looked at her curiously and asked: "What's wrong?"

  "Ke Xin." Ya Hui seemed to sense something, pulled her into the shadows, and carefully reminded her: "I'm telling you, you can enter the Asia Grand Hotel, it's really because the CEO's brain was struck by lightning."

  Tang Ke Xin looked at Ya Hui with some surprise and couldn't help but smile.

  "Don't smile." Yahuai grasped Ke Xin's hand anxiously and said, "No matter when, no matter how much he shows compassion, I will always remember that when you were in trouble, I called him and he said it had nothing to do with you. He was heartless and ruthless when I asked him to send you on your way after finding you fainting in the rain. I don't trust this man, I don't know why he took you in, but I hope he can forget about this incident as soon as possible. Forget that you were at this hotel. So, no matter how talented you are, put away your sharp edges! Okay? Please don't stand up for anything unfair or in need of help. Just think of me as selfish or heartless if you want. I just want to keep you safe now. I don't want you to go back to that gloomy and dark place to work again. Please."

  Tang Ke Xin looked at her good friend, seeing the worried and anxious expression on her face, and couldn't help but smile and say: "In your eyes, am I really so kind-hearted? Don't worry, I promise you...I will take good care of myself carefully, and won't interfere with anyone's business."

  "You swear." Yahu said again with tension.

  "Alright... I swear..." Ke Xin looked at her good friend and said with a smile: "I won't interfere in other people's business, whoever it is, I won't get involved. I swear."

  Yahui looked at Tang Ke Xin with a bit of relief and said, "Alright then, you go to work. Be careful. Come back early tonight, I'll make fish-flavored eggplant for you when I wake up."

  "Hmm..." Tang Ke Xin looked at her good friend and smiled again: "I know, don't worry. Go quickly."

  Ya Hui thought for a moment, then nodded and turned to leave. Ke Xin also smiled and turned around, walking into the elevator and pressing the floor button. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, she suddenly remembered Ren Zixian's beautiful and elegant appearance, as well as Jiang Tiankuai's unpredictable and cold demeanor. She couldn't help but smile wryly to herself. As soon as the elevator doors opened, she saw Chen Manhong grabbing Xiao Rou's collar and dragging her into the dining hall like a chicken.

  Ke Xin thought for a moment and followed into the restaurant, seeing Chen Manhong continuing to comfort Xiao Rou who was on the verge of tears. Cao Yingjie also walked in with a serious face, Ke Xin thought for a moment and curiously followed her into the wine room. She had already seen Chen Manhong standing in front of Xiao Rou, pointing at the "Zun Wang" wine rack full of Sherry wines, saying: "Quickly choose! Our future chairman's wife is having a bad mood today and has taken a long flight, so her taste must be very light, try to pick one."

  Xiao Rou's face twisted in distress, she lowered her head and said in a tense and fearful tone: "I... I... I won't..."

  "You won't?!" Man Hong looked at Xiao Rou angrily and said: "You're telling me you can't?! Didn't you do great at the Prime Minister's banquet last time?! And Mr. Lawrence even gave you high praise..."

  Xiao Rou was really speechless this time, with a bitter taste that she couldn't express. Her big eyes flashed and immediately looked at Ke Xin who had just walked in for help.

  Ke Xin looked at Xiao Rou weakly for a moment, just now thinking of walking forward, remembering Ya Hui's words, she hesitated and lowered her head again, letting out a light sigh.

  Xiao Rou saw Ke Xin like this, and she was about to cry again, sobbing and saying: "I... I... I just understand a little bit. How dare I... how dare I pick wine for Miss Ren? This will kill people, manager..."

  "If you don't pick, we'll be dead." Chen Manhong glared at Xiaoyu and said: "Now the whole hotel knows that our Yu Zun restaurant has a talent who understands red wine, and is even being sent to study in ST by Mr. Lawrence. If you can't even choose a bottle of wine now, where will I put my face?"

  "Alright, don't be too hard on her. She might really understand a little bit, if she's really that capable, why would she still be stuck in our restaurant for so long? " Cao Yingjie stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xiao Rou's head, defending her: "The most urgent thing now is, our chairman's wife said she wants Sherry wine, which one does she want?"

  "Do I still need to find her?" Chen Manhong said angrily: "I haven't seen the chairman's wife, but last time I heard Yahuang mention that she went to the Ocean Restaurant for dinner and almost tasted all thirty or so red wines on their menu. None of them satisfied her, she opened a bottle, smelled it, and took it away. Because of this, she even held three managers and two sommeliers accountable, saying they didn't understand the most basic feeling of food and wine. Yahuang still gets nervous when mentioning this incident, and she's lucky to have been on night shift last night, so she doesn't have to be the scapegoat today. Today is really not a day to praise her, or I'll end up getting hurt myself."

  Tang Ke Xin listened quietly, slowly moving her body as she thought about Ya Hui's reminder, but her heart was slowly softening due to Xiao Rou's helplessness. She let out a light sigh and silently put on the white gloves, coming to the "Wine King" wine rack, slowly browsing through the varieties of Sherry...

  "What should we do?" Xiaoyu asked the manager with some tension.

  "Who should I ask if not you?" Chen Manhong looked at Xiaorou with a hint of blame, before speaking seriously: "Xiaorou, have some confidence in yourself, show off your skills, and pick out a few. Quick! If you perform well, I'll definitely recommend you to the manager again! Let you pass the ST exam even earlier!"

  Xiao Rou immediately burst into tears, frightened and disoriented, just in time to see Tang Ke Xin silently approach a bottle of Sherry wine, quietly pick it up, gently wipe the bottle body, put it back, and then walk away quietly. Her face changed, and she immediately walked over with some surprise, picked up the Sherry wine that Ke Xin had wiped clean, looked at the year, 1997 "Zun Wang" Sherry wine, and immediately confidently held up the bottle, saying with some surprise: "This one!"