Chapter 390 - 390: Mysterious Message

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Once again, she said, “You can rest assured.” Gu Chen’s lips curled up. He didn’t know how many times she had said, “You can rest assured.” He was the one who should protect her, but it seemed like she had been the one guarding him all along.

He gazed at Song Fan with a somewhat infatuated look, making her feel a bit embarrassed. She cleared her throat awkwardly and then stood up. “I’ll go to the lab first. I haven’t informed my family that I’m here. If they ask you, just say you don’t know.”

Gu Chen thought about her brothers, who guarded him like guarding against thieves. He smiled and shook his head. It seemed like he had many obstacles to overcome if he wanted to take the beauty home.

Song Fan almost immediately started her experiments, having some preliminary ideas. Some of the concepts were even things she wanted to do in her past lite but hadn’t. Now, with Gu Chen’s equipment, she was confident in putting these ideas into practice.

Except for eating and sleeping, Song Fan spent almost the entire day in the lab. She informed the company that she was preparing for the weekend banquet and temporarily wouldn’t go to the office. This prevented Meng Xia, who had been itching to cause trouble, from having the opportunity.

Since being assigned to Market Department Three, Meng Xia was practically doing miscellaneous work every day. She came to work looking radiant and left looking disheveled.

Market Department Three consisted of elites, and Sun Yang was usually taciturn. Work-related matters were even more demanding. It had consistently been the most profitable department in the company, so his militarized management style left no room for objections.

Even when he transferred Meng Xia, Song Yi didn’t object. He could only acquiesce. This also left Meng Xia with no room to resist; she could only silently work under Sun Yang, afraid of causing trouble.

“Xiao Xia!” Sun Yang’s assistant, Chen Ming, called displeasedly, “The meeting is in fifteen minutes. How come you haven’t finished copying the documents? When are you going to finish copying a dozen documents?”

Meng Xia was frantically using the copier. All the equipment in Department Three was imported, and the buttons were in foreign languages. She couldn’t understand them at all. Meng Xia was embarrassed to ask anyone and could only use her phone to check the meanings of the buttons. After more than half an hour, she still couldn’t figure it out.

Chen Ming looked at her, sneered, and said, “Can’t you understand the buttons? You can’t even start and copy? Forget it, Xiaoting, you do the copying.”

As Chen Ming left, he said, “Go prepare coffee. You should know how to use the coffee machine. Your family shouldn’t be so poor as to not even have a coffee machine, right?”

Meng Xia nodded awkwardly and saw her colleagues looking at her. She quickly shook her head. “The Song family, of course, has it. It’s just different from this one. Moreover, there are servants at home, so I don’t usually have to pour coffee.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her words drew comments from her colleagues around her:

“The Song family? Servants? Didn’t you grow up in the Meng family? Does the Meng family also have servants?”

“Mr. Sun is right. Some people can’t even understand the English on the equipment and still dream of becoming a department manager!”

“Why is she here? Do I need to say it? To inherit the family business, of course!”

Listening to the sarcastic comments from the people around her, Meng Xia clenched her fists tightly. Meng Yu had already told her to endure when she was with the Song family. This way, she could have a chance to turn things around. She lowered her head, hiding the malicious look in her eyes.

“Alright. Do you all have nothing to do? Everyone, get back to work!” Chen Ming stopped the questioning voices around. He didn’t hate Meng Xia. He just thought that this little girl wanted to take shortcuts to get ahead, especially after what happened in the meeting room, which made him feel that Meng Xia must not have been taught well by her elders.

But thinking about how he had worked his way up step by step, Chen Ming felt some sympathy for Meng Xia, who was dependent on others. He patted her shoulder and, in the tone of an elder, said, “Xiao Xia if you want to stand firm in the company, you must learn and recognize your shortcomings.”

He pointed to the utility room. “All the equipment’s instruction manuals should be there. Since you’re not working now, go learn. There should be translations in Chinese.”

Chen Ming meant well. He believed that step by step, as long as Meng Xia worked hard, even if she couldn’t compare to Song Fan, she could still have a promising future.

But everything he said sounded like a mockery to Meng Xia. Chen Ming wasn’t just ridiculing that she had no work and didn’t understand foreign languages.

But Meng Xia didn’t dare to show it. She lowered her head and said, “Thank you,” and then quickly walked toward the utility room.

Suddenly, her phone rang. When she saw the message, her breath stopped for a moment.

The message read, “Do you want to deal with Song Fan? Come to the restaurant across from your company at noon. Room 1202.. – Song Yin”