Li Wujiang could disapprove of Su Ziyu as a daughter-in-law.
But he would never allow any man other than Li Qianfan to demand she spread her legs!
If anyone dared to say that to Su Ziyu—
Eleven o'clock at night.
Liu Shichun, the CEO of Qingyun Steel, just finished an important engagement. Drunk and burping, he pushed open the door to a hotel room in Siji u.
He had come to Siji u to obtain a very important permit.
With this permit, Qingyun Steel could produce a special type of steel called "thick plate."
To get this permit, Liu Shichun had been running around for eight months.
Tonight, it was finally settled!
This was thanks to Qingyun's representative, who had introduced him to Manager Yu Liqing of Siji u.
"It's finally done."
After closing the door, Liu Shichun let out a long breath of alcohol-scented air and looked towards the bed.
A woman with skin smoother than silk, her eyes full of allure, was already waiting for him.
This was his new secretary, Tian Yuanyuan.
Gulp.
Liu Shichun swallowed, and just as he was about to walk over, his phone rang.
A call at this hour must be important.
Liu Shichun's gaze sharpened, and he quickly took out his phone.
He saw the caller ID—
Liu Shichun instinctively bent over to answer: "Manager Yu."
Yu Liqing's voice came through: "Old Liu, there's a problem with the thick plate matter."
Huh?
Liu Shichun froze.
Yu Liqing added: "And it's a big problem!"
"Manager Yu, please tell me,"
Cold sweat rapidly broke out on Liu Shichun's forehead. "What exactly went wrong?"
Yu Liqing countered with a question: "Is the general manager of your Qingyun Steel's First Branch named Miao Dengke?"
"Yes, yes! Manager Yu, how do you know that minor figure?"
Liu Shichun nodded repeatedly.
Miao Dengke was considered someone in Qingyun.
But in Liu Shichun's eyes, he was an insignificant nobody!
If Liu Shichun wanted him to be the manager of the First Branch, he would be.
If he didn't, Miao Dengke would have to carry a broom and clean the toilets!
"Heh heh, is he an insignificant nobody?"
Yu Liqing chuckled: "Just a few hours ago, he dared to spout nonsense at Su Ziyu, the beautiful dean of Qingyun Guangming Hospital. He's a big shot now."
Guangming Hospital?
Su Ziyu?
A few hours ago, Miao Dengke had offended Su Ziyu!
And as a result, it had affected Qingyun Steel's long-desired thick plate project.
Liu Shichun had never heard of Guangming Hospital, nor did he know who Su Ziyu was.
But he immediately and keenly realized that Su Ziyu's background was extremely formidable.
Otherwise, why would Yu Liqing, who didn't know who she was, have found out just a few hours after Miao Dengke offended her?
If...
If Liu Shichun couldn't resolve this matter, the thick plate project would be indefinitely shelved!
"Miao Dengke, you truly are useless, only capable of ruining things!"
Liu Shichun cursed inwardly, his waist bending even lower. "Manager Yu, would you mind explaining it to me in detail?"
A few minutes later.
The call ended.
"Miao Dengke! I, damn it! Son of a bitch!"
Liu Shichun's face contorted with rage, and he kicked the shoe cabinet behind the door fiercely.
With a loud bang.
The secretary, with her creamy skin, hurriedly jumped down, came over, knelt down, and looked up.
Little Secretary Yuanyuan was definitely not Miao Dengke's mother.
But Liu Shichun was using her to vent his fury at Miao Dengke.
Just as Miao Dengke's "mother" was struggling to breathe, Li Qianfan returned home carrying Su Ziyu.
Old Su and his wife were already asleep.
To be precise, the entire Su family of three was asleep.
Su Ziyu, in particular, was sleeping soundly.
Li Qianfan wanted to put her on the bed—
After thinking about it, he decided it was better to let Su Ziyu continue sleeping on the floor.
Because he didn't know if Su Ziyu had a habit of "vomiting after drinking."
If she did, it would be easier to clean up from the floor than the bed.
Li Qianfan used a wet towel to wipe Su Ziyu's face.
He stared at "this old cow" for a while, ensuring she showed no signs of discomfort or vomiting, before turning off the light.
When Su Ziyu opened her eyes again, it was already eight-thirty the next morning.
Those who drank too much the night before would wake up later.
She looked at the ceiling, and after a long moment, slowly sat up.
Aside from her shoes, she was still in a white shirt, black skirt, and black stockings on her long legs.
The bedroom door was ajar, with a gap about two fingers wide.
Faintly, the sound of cheerful whistling could be heard.
Li Qianfan was showing off his skills in the kitchen.
His self-advertisement clearly stated that he was proficient in cooking.
An hour earlier, Li Qianfan had taken Su Ziyu's pulse.
Through her pulse, Li Qianfan not only estimated when she would wake up but also detected early signs of latent illnesses caused by bad habits like excessive drinking and staying up late.
Li Qianfan felt that he would have to personally make Su Ziyu breakfast in the future.
He would strive to eliminate these latent illness signs as quickly as possible through "dietary therapy."
From behind.
The faint sound of footsteps, like a cat stalking a mouse, could be heard.
Li Qianfan turned around.
Su Ziyu, who was tiptoeing on her black-stockinged feet, preparing to sneak up behind him and startle him, immediately pouted and leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
"In three more minutes, you can have a feast."
Li Qianfan gave her a big smile.
"Don't want to eat, no appetite."
Su Ziyu replied lazily.
She wasn't lying.
After all, people who woke up with a hangover generally had poor appetites.
Li Qianfan replied: "If you don't eat, don't expect me to cook for you again."
"Hmph, do I care?"
Su Ziyu scoffed and turned back into the bedroom.
Half an hour later.
When Su Ziyu came out of the bedroom after washing up, looking refreshed, and sat on the sofa, she had forgotten what she had said earlier.
Could she be blamed for this?
Who could blame her when the breakfast made by this young grass made this old cow involuntarily drool?
"Kid, your cooking is actually quite mediocre. There's an idiom, 'difficult to swallow,' that describes you perfectly."
Su Ziyu elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, but then let out an uncontrollable burp.
"Ha—"
Li Qianfan chuckled.
Su Ziyu, however, put on a stern face and said coldly: "Try smiling at me again?"
Li Qianfan suppressed his smile, considering that girls valued their pride more than men.
Su Ziyu softened her tone: "What did I say to you after I got drunk last night?"
"You said you wanted to have eight children with me,"
Li Qianfan said seriously: "The eldest will be named Fugui. The second will be named Wangcai. The third will be named..."
Before Li Qianfan could finish saying the third child's name, a sofa cushion flew towards him.
Violent woman!
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Su Ziyu drove her Mini to the hospital and tossed the BMW key to Li Qianfan, ordering him to drive the car back from Qingyun Hotel before entering her office.
"Dean, how was the negotiation with Manager Miao last night?"
Little secretary Zeng Ting asked, after making Su Ziyu a cup of tea, with genuine concern. "Can we secure the business from the First Branch?"
No chance!
Just as Su Ziyu was about to utter these two words, the landline rang.
She casually picked it up and put it to her ear: "Hello, this is Su Ziyu from Guangming Hospital."
"Dean Su, hello."
A woman's voice came through, filled with an indescribable politeness: "I am Tian Yuanyuan, the secretary to Mr. Liu, the general manager of Qingyun Steel Group."