Chapter 209: Arsenic-Laced Cake

"Secretary Guan, know your place." Shen Xun couldn't stand it anymore, "Who gave you the nerve to be so arrogant in front of me?"

"President Ke." Secretary Guan wasn't afraid either.

Come on, she's seen all kinds of tough company bosses while following President Ke around; a couple of words can't intimidate her at all.

Especially this President Shen, no matter how they offend him, President Ke will definitely cover for them.

Oh my, it's really great to lean on a big tree for shade.

"President Ke has repeatedly instructed us, we special assistants and secretaries represent his image, our words also represent his words, so we must speak carefully; we generally won't say anything without solid evidence, and we never imply things about people."

Secretary Guan squinted and smiled while nodding, indicating her words were true.

Which of her words tonight is false?

Is she implying something about a person tonight?

"President Shen doesn't believe it, you can go ask President Ke for confirmation."

Shen Xun can't even win an argument with Ke Zhongyu's secretary, let alone defeat the leader of this group.

He rarely encounters people who are harsh from leaders down to subordinates.

In the business world, who isn't smooth and tactful, aiming not to easily offend people?

Out of sight, out of mind; if this project doesn't cooperate, we might run into each other on the next one.

They say harmony brings wealth, but the crowd Ke Zhongyu brings out is the opposite—exposing people's backgrounds without mercy, showing no regard for subordinates' dignity.

If it weren't for the Ke clan's mighty status, like a deep-rooted giant tree stretching a thousand miles, their insulting behavior would have offended who knows how many people.

Shen Xun strode away.

Secretary Guan said in the "Ke surname today again releasing (4)" group: "After following President Ke for so long, no one calls me a sweet girl anymore; I've become a cake laced with arsenic."

【Just now made Star Universe Technology's President Shen angry enough to be snarky】

Assistant Zhou: 【What did you say?】

Secretary Guan: 【He said he suppresses our Dr. Jiang】

Assistant Zhou: 【The truth always hurts】

Jiang Lai felt her phone vibrate repeatedly, pulled it out, and almost laughed out loud.

She @-ed Secretary Guan.

【I'll buy you cake later, add lots of cream, the cream is sweet】

Secretary Guan: 【Good, good】

Secretary Guan: 【No, no, too fat to be a front face, President Ke is quite ruthless】

Secretary Guan: 【Normal cream is fine】

Jiang Lai: "..."

She couldn't hold back a little laugh.

Shen Xun approached and asked concernedly, "Who are you chatting with to be so happy?"

Just as Jiang Lai was relaxing in body and mind, the moment Shen Xun approached and asked, her defenses kicked in again.

She stepped to the side: "President Shen, what's up?"

"You shouldn't call me President Shen, Jiang Lai." Shen Xun frowned.

Jiang Lai changed her address: "Ex-husband."

As soon as her voice fell, Shen Xun immediately looked around, afraid that Sino people would hear.

"Jiang Lai, don't try to provoke me again." He suppressed his tone, his expression even more complex.

There was dissatisfaction, there was difficulty.

It seemed he didn't want this either; he was just forced.

Jiang Lai calmly looked at him: "Shen Xun, today's situation is entirely your own choice; who are you putting on this troubled act for?"

Suo Lun walked toward them.

"President Shen, Dr. Jiang, the dance floor over there has started, want to join?" Suo Lun looked at the two—one with a cool demeanor, one with a warm gentleness; just by appearance they seemed a good match, but he wondered what they'd look like dancing together.

He was somewhat anticipating.

Nobody dislikes beautiful things.

Shen Xun immediately recalled the previous industry mixer, where Jiang Lai and Ke Zhongyu danced gracefully in the center of the floor, drawing everyone's attention.

At that time it made him feel jealous.

Now thinking back makes him even more furious; he immediately agreed and reached out to pull Jiang Lai.

As Jiang Lai turned sideways, Secretary Guan also squeezed in between them, saying: "Dr. Jiang can't dance, please excuse her."

Only Suo Lun believed that.

He showed a hint of regret, then looked at Shen Xun who had readily agreed, smiling and saying: "President Shen, you should usually teach Dr. Jiang to dance; even if not in such occasions, occasionally dancing in daily life is also a wonderful thing."

Shen Xun took it in, reached out to Jiang Lai: "I'll teach you now."

Jiang Lai: "Dirty."

Afraid Shen Xun wouldn't get the hint, she added a subject.

"You're dirty."

Having slept with Lin Shutong, it's already dirty.

Lin Shutong slept with Lu Hongyuan, likely contracted a disease; Shen Xun also had high-risk behavior with Lin Shutong, making it even dirtier.

Suo Lun, as the East Asia region officer, fluent in several languages, fully understood this "you're dirty" sentence.

He froze in an instant.

His blue eyes darted between them.

Secretary Guan, beside them, explained to Suo Lun: "Mr. Suo Lun, sorry, there's a little friction between Dr. Jiang and President Shen, it's fine; we have an old saying, 'a tap is affection, a scolding is love.'"

Su Lun knew Chinese was vast and profound, nodding: "I see."

Secretary Guan pursed her lips and smiled: "Yes, just a little tiff between husband and wife."

That's settled.

But Shen Xun knew Secretary Guan was just messing with him; Jiang Lai's foul scolding had nothing to do with "scolding is love"—it was pure insult.

Su Lun looked at Secretary Guan, wanting to invite her to dance.

Secretary Guan politely declined; she couldn't leave Dr. Jiang, otherwise what would happen if Dr. Jiang were groped by Shen Xun?

Jiang Lai then said: "I'm a bit tired, Mr. Su Lun; may I go rest first?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Lai took out her phone: "Mr. Su Lun, may I add your contact?"

She only promised Shen Xun to keep up the pretense of being a married couple outwardly; if Mr. Su Lun himself found hints from her social media, it wouldn't be her fault.

Mr. Su Lun was quite willing, taking out his phone.

Shen Xun beside them frowned.

Jiang Lai had already blocked and deleted him; there were no comments or interactions from her husband on her wife's social media—wouldn't that be fake?

By the time he tried to stop it, it was too late; the two successfully added each other as friends.

Jiang Lai told Secretary Guan: "Let's go."

She then lowered her head, leaning close to her ear: "Let me go buy you a cake."

Secretary Qin's smile stretched past her ears; being fed by the client felt wonderful, being fed by the future president's wife felt even better.

Just as she turned around.

A delighted voice rang in her ear: "Yay, it's snowing!"

Jiang Lai lifted her gaze to the glass window; in the night, unknown when, sparse snowflakes had begun to drift.

Shen Xun's lips curled; he had found a way to keep Jiang Lai.

He just wanted Jiang Lai to spend a little more time with him.

Shen Xun looked at Su Lun: "Mr. Su Lun, today is my wife's twenty-eighth birthday; I'd like to play a piece for her and also ask everyone to sing a birthday song for her—may I?"

Su Lun raised his hand and clapped twice; all eyes turned to them. When Su Lun announced that today was President Shen's wife Dr. Jiang's birthday, everyone laughed and gathered around.

Someone had already asked the waiter to move the piano; anticipatory and envious gazes fell on Shen Xun and Jiang Lai.

Now Jiang Lai wanted to leave but couldn't.

A heavy gaze fell on Shen Xun.

Damn bastard.