My CEO Husband Can Hear My Inner Thoughts

Chapter 81

"Why didn't you go see her off?"

Yu Mu knocked on the door and then walked in.

His younger brother had already taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a thin white shirt as he nestled on the couch by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of wine carelessly in his hand.

Hearing this, Yu Du turned back with some grievance: "I've just been through a breakup, can't you let me be a little indulgent?"

Yu Mu laughed shamelessly: "You're such a child, from the way you acted at first, I thought you were going to compete until the end."

Yu Du rolled his eyes rudely at his sister: "But she's already married."

Well, at first he was a little resentful, but after calming down, he had to admit that Qi Weiran was indeed more suitable for her.

After all, he couldn't be like his father, focused on business while also keeping track of what his partner had eaten.

Thinking of the brief glimpse he caught of the memo recording 'What the Romantic Killer Lady ate today', Yu Du shuddered.

What a terrifying man.

"Besides, I was kept in the dark for so long, can't I get a little revenge?" he muttered.

"Good boy, you'll meet the right girl for you someday," Yu Mu shook her head and pinched his cheeks like she used to when he was little.

The youthful cheeks quickly flushed red, Yu Du turned his head in annoyance, and then seemed to remember something, taking malicious delight as he said to her: "I heard you were rejected by your brother in high school, so this is the wisdom of experience, huh?"

Yu Mu slapped him hard on the back of his pretty head: "Which bastard told you about that?!"

That was her dark history from her reckless youth!

The two siblings who were no longer children started bickering.

The two people standing outside the door exchanged a smile, then shook their heads.

"The kids have grown up, they don't need our guidance anymore."

"Ai, Yu Qi, what would you have done if I had gotten married back then?"

The man's deep voice sounded in her ear: "I would have made you a widow."

Bai Nianqiu: "......" He's still a madman even in middle age.

...

"Hello, I'm here for the job interview." The girl seemed a bit socially anxious, not making much eye contact as she spoke.

Yi Qingju was observing the hiring process today and noticed this girl because she looked somewhat familiar.

She looked down at the applicant's resume.

Song FanFan, twenty-one years old this year.

Zhou Yi, who hired the HR staff, noticed Yi Qingju looking at her resume and glanced at it as well.

Song FanFan shyly looked up and met Yi Qingju's eyes: "Hello, ma'am."

Yi Qingju: "......"

Not only did she look familiar, but her voice sounded familiar too.

Seeing that Yi Qingju didn't say anything, Song FanFan grew a little anxious.

The original owner of this body used to work as a bartender, but was later tricked out of her money by a scumbag boyfriend and committed suicide. Song FanFan then transmigrated into this world.

Since she had taken over the original owner's body, the least she could do to repay her was to take revenge on her behalf first.

Thinking of this, she glanced at Yi Qingju, her eyes filled with disdain.

Vile woman.

Perceptive as always, Yi Qingju sensed that subtle emotion but wasn't sure what it meant.

However, the little Xiao Jiji who was always by her side narrowed her eyes: ["Host, be careful, this woman might be a transmigrator."]

Yi Qingju was taken aback, then slammed her hand on the table as she stood up: "You—you're hired."

HR: ???

Song FanFan was stunned too.

After two failures that stripped her of her humanity, she hadn't harbored much hope.

The HR staff pulled Yi Qingju aside and whispered: "Director Yi, this...I'm not sure what position she's qualified for based on her skills."

She was now seriously suspecting that this Song FanFan was a relative of Yi Qingju's.

Yi Qingju calmly replied: "Little Chen, didn't you notice that her resume said she studied art?"

The HR staff snapped out of it instantly.

Indeed, she hadn't noticed that part yet. Could it be that this applicant was actually highly skilled? No wonder she managed to win over Qi Weiran - this woman has a sharp eye.

"I understand now."

Yi Qingju patted her shoulder: "Good, it's good that you understand."

"So this afternoon, arrange for her to go to the factory and stamp piggy butts."

An art student - she'll definitely be able to distinguish between the red and blue stamps when marking those.

Not bad.

"Supporting every dream."

HR: "........" That poor girl might just cry her eyes out after finding out.

After finishing her morning work, Yi Qingju received a call on her way back to her office. At first she thought it was a sales call, but after taking a closer look, she realized it was from the original owner's mother.

"Strange...I've changed my number, how did she find out?"

Most likely she wanted money again. Yi Qingju didn't want to answer, but before she could hang up, the other party hung up first, immediately followed by what seemed like a premeditated text message.

Just as she expected, the text was using the original owner's scumbag cousin as an excuse to ask Yi Qingju for money.

Yi Qingju deleted the message without responding and continued walking towards her office door, immediately noticing Wan Sui waiting outside.

Seeing her approach, Wan Sui pushed up his glasses and said to Yi Qingju: "Madam, it's already noon. Sir is waiting for you to have lunch together."

Yi Qingju paused for a moment, casually fixing her hair: "Okay, I'll be right there."

Right, it's lunchtime, time to show off their meal.

Ten minutes later, Yi Qingju paid a horrific price for her decision to come here.

"Sir, is this the reason you're not eating at the cafeteria today?" Looking at the bowl of black, bitter liquid that seemed potent enough to make even her hair strands wilt, Yi Qingju's nose wrinkled.

Sitting across from her, Qi Weiran nodded: "Yes."

At the end of the hallway, Wan Sui silently opened the window in the small kitchen to let out the odor.

Glancing at the small pot next to him, he rubbed his forehead, remembering how anxious he was when Qi Weiran said he had an important task for him, thinking he would have to deal with some secret of the Qi family. But it turned out to be just watching over the cooking process.

"Which family's CEO brings medicinal ingredients and a pot to work, oh, and a small mortar too?"

His tone was resigned as he instructed someone to clean up here.

But compared to those men who became arrogant after making a little money and didn't treat their wives like human beings, Mr. Qi was truly the ceiling in this regard.

Never straying and cherishing his wife.

"No regrets in marrying into the Qi family in this lifetime......"

The employees working around them heard this and all had expressions of agreement.

Not to mention others, just the high overtime pay alone was enough to leave other companies in the dust.

...

"Sir, can I not drink it?" Yi Qingju pouted, her expression a little aggrieved.

["There's so much food I love here, but I have to drink this dreadful medicine before enjoying it."]

Qi Weiran's eyes flickered.

Was she trying to act cute with him?

["If I accidentally throw up on Qi Weiran's face, will he kick me out and force me to sell low-rise shorts for a living?"]

Qi Weiran: "......" That damned overused joke.

"Drink it, it has sugar." He took a lime-flavored sugar cube from his suit pocket and placed it beside her, his voice unusually gentle.

Seeing his honey-colored eyes that could probably give a zombie diabetes, Yi Qingju was taken aback.

["Zombies would get diabetes just from eating Qi Weiran's eyes..."]

Qi Weiran: ?

Why would zombies eat his eyes?

Glancing at the rapidly cooling medicinal brew, Yi Qingju suddenly had an idea and changed the subject.

"Sir, I want TuanTuan to learn martial arts." Yi Qingju suddenly said.

Even if she didn't say it, Qi Weiran would have arranged for it anyway. How could a child of the Qi family not have self-defense skills?

But he still asked, "Why did you suddenly have this idea?"

Thinking of the text message his mother had sent him before, Yi Qingju said with a pained expression, "I think learning martial arts is really useful."

"My cousin got into a fight with someone who knew martial arts, and the other guy jumped up and did a 360-degree spinning kick—"

"He broke his own ribs and extorted 140,000 yuan from my cousin."

[What a new way to get rich! How could I not learn it!!]

Qi Weiran: "...Just drink the medicine, and I'll agree to it."

Yi Qingju: ε(┬┬﹏┬┬)3

...

In a dim room, two men who looked identical were slurping beef noodles.

"Big bro, the day Qi Weiran goes to City X is finally almost here!!" After drinking the beef broth without leaving a drop, his voice was tinged with tears.

The man called Big Bro nodded.

Yes, if he didn't come soon, he was going to eat his little brother.