Chapter 222: Why don’t you marry her yourself
Translator: _Min_
Jiang Yue repeatedly dialed Song Ling’s number, but the calls went unanswered. Finally, her phone rang.
Without even glancing at the caller ID, Jiang Yue answered with a pinched, soft voice, “Brother Song Ling, have you finished work? Remember to eat when you’re resting.”
A cold voice replied, “Miss Jiang, 1 am Zhao Xuan.”
Jiang Yue’s expression chilled and her voice turned icy, “Why is it you? Where is Brother Song Ling?”
Zhao Xuan, accustomed to Jiang Yue’s swift mood swings, responded indifferently, “President Song is quite busy and has asked me to take care of your matters.”
Jiang Yue rolled her eyes, her tone disdainful, “And what exactly can you resolve for me?”
Zhao Xuan felt a pang of annoyance at her tone. Compared to Miss Gu Dai, Jiang Yue was markedly inferior!
Zhao Xuan said, “Miss Jiang, you could try to reach President Song, but I’m not sure he will take your call.”
Recalling her unanswered calls to Song Ling, Jiang Yue reluctantly spoke up, “My injury has mostly healed. Arrange an office for me at the company.”
Zhao Xuan agreed, “Alright.”
Jiang Yue was satisfied with Zhao Xuan’s att.i.tude. “Place my office next to Brother Song Ling,” she requested.
Jiang Yue began to fantasize about seducing Song Ling, dressed in a tight-fitting black suit.
Zhao Xuan shattered her daydreams with his next words, “I apologize, but the only available s.p.a.ce is in the logistics department. The secretary positions are filled.”
Jiang Yue was shocked, “What did you say?”
Zhao Xuan repeated his earlier statement.
“But 1 had already agreed with Brother Song Ling to be a secretary at his company!” Jiang Yue protested.
“Miss Jiang, given your frail condition, the quieter logistics department would be suitable for you to rest more,” Zhao Xuan remarked, emphasizing ‘frail condition’ to subtly mock Jiang Yue.
Absorbed in how the logistics department was the farthest from Song Ling’s office, Jiang Yue missed the sarcasm in Zhao Xuan’s voice.
“I refuse to go to the logistics department, 1 won’t—” Jiang Yue started angrily.
Zhao Xuan cut her off, ending the call before she could finish.
Fuming, Jiang Yue slammed her hand on the table. The pain shooting through her hand only fueled her inner flames more, prompting her to pick up a gla.s.s from the table and hurl it to the ground with ferocity.
Jiang Yue seethed, “It’s all that Bit*h Gu Dai’s fault for ruining the wedding! If not for her, I’d be married by now, a Mrs. Song with endless money, living leisurely, attending exhibitions, having afternoon tea with the ladies, buying branded items!”
She was convinced that Gu Dai had destroyed everything she had meticulously planned, leading to her current state.
Determined not to let Gu Dai off, Jiang Yue vowed to make her pay.
Still fixated on the idea of becoming a secretary, she tried to call Song Ling again, but after several attempts, the line remained busy.
Meanwhile, Song Ling was enduring a scolding from w.a.n.g Lan.
“w.a.n.g Lan chided, “Song Ling, how could you just leave Sheng Xin at home alone? Where are your manners as a gentleman?”
Driving, Song Ling replied nonchalantly, “I don’t have any.”
w.a.n.g Lan was momentarily speechless, taking deep breaths to compose herself before continuing, “Sheng Xin is an educated and sensible young woman who returned from studying in England. She is the daughter of a friend Mom just met, and our families know each other well. Mom likes her a lot and hopes you take the initiative to marry her and make her my daughter-in-law!”
Song Ling’s face was a mask of cold anger.
Over the years, w.a.n.g Lan had not turned into a qualified wealthy matron, lacking in both education and graceful conversation. She mingled with all sorts of people and had introduced him to seven or eight women in just a few days.
If it weren’t for the fact that w.a.n.g Lan was his mother, he would have arranged for someone to teacher her a lesson long ago.
Oblivious to Song Ling’s ire, w.a.n.g Lan persisted, “Even after you left her at home, Xinxin didn’t get angry. That shows her good temperament. You must spend more time with her to nurture your relationship, so that when you get married, you can give me a healthy grandson.”
Song Ling, exasperated, let out a sigh and finally retorted, “I’m too busy for romance.. If you really like Sheng Xin that much, why don’t you marry her yourself!”