Chapter 118: You Won't Get Your Salary This Month

She felt that she would definitely succeed. No man could refuse her, and she believed that the head of the Gu family was the same. Once she became the madam of the Gu family, the people outside would be even more envious of her. As for Qiao Xi she was just a dog under her feet. Would she not be at her mercy as well?

Rou Rou, what are you thinking? Why are you smiling so happily?

Gu Moling's words made Qiao Rou come back to her senses. She gathered her thoughts and smiled gently at Gu Moling. I'm a little surprised to see such a beautiful villa. Brother Moling, what did you say to me just now?

I said that I'll talk to the head of the household later. You know that the head of the household doesn't like women. You can speak when he asks about you. Otherwise, don't interrupt. Gu Moling repeated what he had just said. This villa was built by the head of the household's top designer. Of course, it's very beautiful.

This villa represented status and money.

A trace of light flashed through Qiao Rou's eyes before they were calm again. She sighed lightly. It's a pity. If only Sister could come. Sister especially likes such good-looking villas. Perhaps because she lived a hard life when she was young, Sister values money very much and likes a life of luxury. That's why she

After a pause, she continued, If my sister could see this villa, she probably wouldn't admire those old and ugly men.

Gu Moling did not want to hear Qiao Xi's name at this time. He patted Qiao Rou's shoulder. Don't think too much. Her degrading herself has nothing to do with you. You've already done everything that you can. In the end, she failed to live up to expectations and chose to take a path of no return.

Qiao Rou pursed her lips and looked down.

Yes, Qiao Xi had taken a path of no return, but her future was a straight path to heaven. She would be the future madam of the Gu family, second only to one person and above everyone else.

Thinking of the future, Qiao Rou's smile grew wider. Looking at the beautiful and elegant surroundings, her eyes burst with a determined light.

In the villa, Qiao Xi sat in the tearoom and drank the tea that Song Shiyu had personally brewed. She sighed comfortably. I didn't expect you to have such skills, Song Shiyu. It's such a waste of your talent to be Gu Zheng's special assistant.

Song Shiyu scratched his head in embarrassment. Madam, you're too kind. My tea brewing skills are just barely passable. You're too kind, Madam.

Qiao Xi waved her hand. No, no, no. I'm serious. I don't usually praise others.

She had been drinking tea brewed by a master since she was young. Her tastebuds were extraordinarily sharp, and ordinary people would not receive a single praise from her. Hence, Song Shiyu's skills were exceptional.

Gu Zheng watched the two of them sit on the tatami mat in the tearoom. One was praising the other while the other was smiling. His eyes darkened. Did these two people think he was dead?

Usually, Song Shiyu was very sensitive to Gu Zheng's emotions. Unfortunately, he was too surprised today. He realized that the sexy and beautiful woman who came down from the stairs this morning was Madam herself. Madam was too awesome! She had so many sides to her!

On a whim, he suggested brewing tea for Madam. Unexpectedly, Madam agreed and even praised him for brewing tea well.

Madam, have you drunk many teas brewed by masters?

Yes. I often drank tea brewed by the tea master, Master Du. The tea he makes is very good. It's also my favorite.

Master Du?

He was an internationally renowned tea master!

If Master Du comes to Li City next time, I'll arrange for you to meet him. He has a special interest in brewing tea and likes teaching others how to brew tea. If they don't want to learn, he'll shake his head and sigh about how our ancestors' craftsmanship is going to be lost. How annoying. Qiao Xi complained as she drank the tea. If it weren't because the tea he brews tastes really good, I wouldn't listen to him. However, I think he and you will speak the same language.

Song Shiyu was a little excited. Really? Isn't Master Du a very cold man? I heard that he's passionate about tea and rarely goes out or talks.

Qiao Xi looked at him with a complicated expression. Young man, rumors can't be trusted.

Song Shiyu scratched his head in embarrassment. Really? I've never seen Master Du but I occasionally see news about him.

If Old Du knows that someone admires him so much, he'll be so arrogant. Qiao Xi rolled her eyes and reached out to Song Shiyu. Give me your phone. I'll give you Old Du's WeChat number.

Seeing that the two of them were getting closer and closer to each other, Gu Zheng said sinisterly, Song Shiyu, you won't get your salary for this month.