If the king wants the subjects to die, the subjects have no choice but to die.
Alright.
That’s an exaggeration.
Even after a great disaster, there must be chaos. Besides, Myanmar is inherently a Dragon’s Den and Tiger’s Lair, and ordinary people mostly never return after entering. At such tis, one must think twice before acting.
But she is Hu Die.
Facing the prospect of leaving ho, she felt no panic or resentnt; there was just a slight regret for not being able to see the entire show through.
But then.
Look on the bright side.
This isn’t a short play; who knows, soday it might be cut short like an incomplete series, destined to be a long, grand ongoing drama. It definitely can’t end soon; at most, just a season finale.
There will surely be a second season, a third season...
Equally worth looking forward to.
She lifted the crystal glass to her lips, with a subtle smile playing at Hu Die’s lips.
"What are you smiling at?"
Boss Jiang’s keen observation caught her little action, possibly venting so frustration.
Caught, Hu Die didn’t deny it. After all, she was about to "spread her wings and fly," no need to be overly cautious.
"The labor law never said you can’t laugh halfway through."
What talent.
After surviving a prison disaster, she learned her lesson, growing from a reckless person who dared to invite trouble into soone who knows how to use the labor law to defend her rights.
"Labor law is labor law."
Jiang Chen boldly retorted, no different from those heartless capitalists who treat employees like dirt in society.
But then again.
If everyone adhered to the labor law, wouldn’t society be in chaos?
Who would still work 996 or 007?
If no one is a workhorse or an ox, who can enjoy the life of the upper class?
"Is Mr. Jiang going to dock my salary?"
Hu Die’s simple response effortlessly ended the conversation.
The assertive Boss Jiang imdiately recoiled.
Indeed.
How you treat your employees.
Is an internal company matter.
The labor law can’t interfere.
All explanations belong to the entity paying the salaries.
But the main issue is.
He hasn’t paid her a penny!
She’s been working voluntarily all this ti.
Jiang Chen chuckled silently, shook his head, and continued sipping his drink.
"Hu Die? Weren’t you leaving?"
A surprised and delighted voice sounded.
Jiang Chen turned his head, showing unexpected interest.
The newcor, with heavy makeup and fashionable attire, adorned with jewels, with a pear-shaped figure...
Isn’t this.
Luckie?
"Oh, wow, I was worried sick for you, but you were just talking nonsense! Saying you were going far away, yet here you are, flirting!"
Luckie is still the sa Luckie, despite last ti’s accidental encounter, seeing Hu Die who had bid her farewell, she was overjoyed and hurried forward.
"Tell , what do you an by this!"
Her worrying tiny-heeled strap shoes seed fragile enough to break at any mont.
But with Luckie’s financial power, the shoes certainly can withstand the test.
She stared intently at the suddenly appearing Hu Die, so focused she didn’t even glance at the man beside Hu Die to see his type – whether he’s fresh-faced or mature.
Jiang Chen quietly watched, wordlessly. Luckie’s act couldn’t be faked.
Does soone like Hu Die actually have friends?
"I didn’t say I’m leaving imdiately."
Hu Die reacted calmly to the reunion, without any excitent.
"Heh."
Luckie chuckled incredulously, then deliberately glanced at the man nearby, "If you found a man, you could just say so – I wouldn’t hold you back, no need to..."
Mid-sentence, she finally saw the man’s face clearly.
Instantly, her expression froze, and her glistening red lips ford a cute "O".
"What a coincidence."
Jiang Chen smiled politely.
Hu Die turned her head to look.
"It’s you?!"
Luckie’s pupils trembled, and her previously spirited deanor suddenly beca unnatural. Apparently, it wasn’t just the female bartender; she also rembered Boss Jiang distinctly.
"You know each other?"
Jiang Chen regained the lead.
Although both ladies should have wanted to ask.
"I..."
Luckie, normally eloquent, suddenly beca tongue-tied.
"Lou ili, president of Qicai Technology."
Hu Die spoke up, seemingly unsurprised, even knowing they might know each other, yet still took the initiative to introduce: "This is Mr. Jiang."
It’s uncertain whether Luckie understood her intent, but Jiang Chen surely grasped Hu Die’s aning.
Seems Luckie has a special relationship with this butterfly dancing in the shadows.
Who says shadows can’t have friends?
Who says shadows shouldn’t have emotions?
Though soone like Hu Die should find it hard to forge friendships, Luckie’s personality is absolutely too bold – Jiang Chen knows how charming she can be.
"Mr. Jiang, I haven’t had a chance to apologize for last ti."
Luckie, whose real na is Lou ili, no longer stood awkwardly, embarrassed and sincerely apologized.
Hu Die remained silent, apparently transcending human nature, with no gossiping curiosity.
"No problem, I should be thanking President Lou for the drink."
Jiang Chen remained unfazed, as suave and charming as that night, elegant and alluring.
The natural charm in his gestures can’t be imitated by those drama king n in bars.
"Haha."
Luckie forced a smile, utterly devoid of the arrogance she had when she brandished her phone before; her full and voluptuous figure now seed to exude the delicate nature of Jiangnan won.
"Mr. Jiang can put all the bills here on my tab."
"Consider it done."
Jiang Chen unhesitatingly accepted her offer, quite uninhibited. But it wasn’t their first eting; this wasn’t soone afraid to talk openly about being a kept man – Luckie clearly understood his uniqueness.
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