The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 802 - 817: Docking My Salary Again—Any More and It’ll Be Volunteer Work

Gu Nanxi took a bite of pasta and paused before saying, "Seriously, don’t work for Qi Shangyu. I’ll get jealous."

"I will definitely keep my distance from him, please trust me, okay?"

Gu Nanxi looked at Zhong Li, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally agreed.

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After Assistant Wang returned to the company, Qi Shangyu called him into the office: "How is Zhong Li? Did she cry or is she upset?"

Assistant Wang silently sympathized with President Qi for a few seconds. Zhong Li had her boyfriend with her and was doing great.

Qi Shangyu looked at Assistant Wang, who was zoning out in front of the desk, and unhappily smacked the table: "I’m asking you a question."

Of course, Assistant Wang heard Qi Shangyu asking him. He was trying hard to organize his words delicately, so he wouldn’t get dragged into it later.

"Zhong Li is pretty good, it seems she didn’t cry." Assistant Wang tried his best to avoid mentioning Gu Nanxi, only saying that Zhong Li seemed okay.

"Didn’t cry?"

Qi Shangyu suspiciously looked at Assistant Wang. Zhong Li’s state was quite bad when she left the banquet; how come she was fine as soon as she got home?

"Did you give her lunch? And what did she say?"

The meal was thrown into the trash by Gu Nanxi, and Zhong Li is already dating President Gu, so forget about it, sir.

Could Assistant Wang say this?

Seeing Assistant Wang’s troubled expression, Qi Shangyu picked up the cigarette on his desk, tilted his head, and lit it: "Speak honestly, or I’ll dock your pay."

More pay docking—he’d soon be working for free.

Assistant Wang couldn’t help but step back a few paces, fearing his life might be in danger later: "When I arrived, President Gu was at Zhong Li’s house, and, um... President Gu made pasta, so they didn’t eat the meal I brought over."

"Gu Nanxi was at Zhong Li’s house?" Qi Shangyu blew out a puff of smoke from the corner of his mouth, his dark eyes narrowing tightly.

Assistant Wang saw Qi Shangyu’s angry expression and simply nodded, not daring to make a sound.

For the next ten-plus minutes, Qi Shangyu sat smoking in the chair, looking incredibly sullen.

Assistant Wang stood quietly more than two meters away from the desk, not daring to breathe loudly, unsure what his boss was thinking and too scared to ask. The office atmosphere could suffocate a person.

Qi Shangyu leaned over, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked up at Assistant Wang: "Have Zhong Li come to the company immediately."

"Okay, President Qi, I’ll make the call right away."

Assistant Wang finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly made a hasty escape. But their President Qi was indeed quite dumb, thinking for so long to come up with such a lousy idea.

After leaving the president’s office, Assistant Wang called Zhong Li, using an excuse about an urgent document he couldn’t handle alone, hoping she would return to the company to help.

After hanging up, Zhong Li put the washed dishes in the cabinet, walked to the sofa in the living room, and sat down: "I have to go to the company."

Gu Nanxi turned his head, reaching out to pull Zhong Li into his arms: "It’s already past four, if it’s not urgent, just go tomorrow."

"Assistant Wang just called, it seems quite urgent. He’s overwhelmed alone, so I better go."

Actually, Zhong Li didn’t want to go either, but Assistant Wang called, and she couldn’t refuse.

"I’ll drive you there, go change your clothes in the room first."