Super Wild Soldier of the Beautiful CEO

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Hello, Big Cousin



"It's you!"

Li Meixin was shocked, the last person she wanted to see right now was Su Sheng.

Zijun was also shocked. Although she saw him at home every day, running into him in such a setting at the company made her want to turn around and run away, but how could she run in the cramped elevator?

Su Sheng was also startled, could this be some sort of karmic entanglement? Instinctively, he said, "Hello, big cousin!"

"Ah!"

Li Meixin, for some reason, suddenly let out a sharp scream that could be heard from far outside.

Su Sheng was speechless. There was no need to get so excited, it's not like they hadn't met during the interview. He must have become aware of his real identity, the brother-in-law!

He quickly slipped into the elevator and casually pressed the button to close the door, coincidentally they were all heading to the first floor.

Zijun reacted quickly too, hurriedly saying, "Sister, Su Sheng is a distant relative of mine, he's also your cousin."

"A distant relative?" Su Sheng was a bit puzzled, what was going on here, and still a secret?

He didn't care about having an Iceberg as a wife, so why did it seem like it was the other way around and he was the one being disliked? His authority as a husband wasn't holding up!

"Cousin Su!"

By the time Li Meixin recovered, the elevator had reached the first floor. The three of them, as if they had a tacit understanding, all remained silent, walking out one after the other through the lobby. However, their cars were parked one behind the other, making it seem like they couldn't get away from each other.

"Your car!"

Li Meixin couldn't believe it, Su Sheng's vehicle turned out to be a Range Rover Evoque.

You actually have the money to buy a luxury car, so you're not the poor relative after all, why then do you dress like that, neglecting your appearance, too ashamed to mention it to others?

"Uh, mine, see you later, big cousin. Zijun, I'll be leaving first, see you later."

Saying this, Su Sheng pulled open the car door and drove off. Don't think that by working at the company, both women could be his superiors; he wasn't going to indulge them.

"What kind of manners are these."

Li Meixin pursed her lips and added, "Zijun, this relative of yours is really difficult. Any woman who ends up with him would be unlucky for eight lifetimes."

Zijun felt like she had been hit hard. Because she was that person, Su Sheng was more than just difficult to deal with, he was beyond saving.

Frankly, it was a surprise for Zijun that Su Sheng had come to the company for an interview today, it was even a bit delightful. How low were her expectations!

"Sister, let's go, let's not talk about him anymore."

"Right, right, I want to forget that man."

Li Meixin shook her head, as if trying to shake Su Sheng out of her memory, so as not to tarnish her faint beautiful illusions about men.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors opened, and Su Sheng stood inside. He had parked his car on the basement level and come up. And coincidentally, there stood Zijun and big cousin Li Meixin outside the elevator doors, the two women had parked outside the main entrance and just happened to meet like this.

"Ah, you're following us." That was Li Meixin's instinctive reaction.

Zijun's normally cool expression also showed panic, could it be that Su Sheng wanted to do something? Otherwise, why would he be here? But that couldn't be right, Su Sheng had no way of knowing they would be here for lunch.

"Uh, I'm going to the fourth floor." Su Sheng thought to himself that today was just bizarre, he even suspected he was being followed.

The two women steeled themselves and entered the elevator, indeed seeing the light for the fourth floor button illuminated, confirming that Su Sheng hadn't lied. But how could they be going to the same restaurant?

Zijun had never been clear about what Su Sheng did every day outside, and now she suddenly wondered if Su Sheng was here at the restaurant to meet a lover. For some reason, she couldn't control her anger.

Even if Su Sheng were a lump of mud, he was still her property; no one else was allowed to touch him.

"Ding!"

The fourth floor arrived in an instant, and the three of them walked out one after another as if by some tacit agreement. The restaurant entrance was right across from them, and they went in together.

Zijun had never been here before, whereas Meixin had been here several times, finding the environment nice and the food to her taste. She had come on a whim today. But for Su Sheng, this place was a regular spot.

"Brother Su, you brought friends today? Same spot as usual?"

The restaurant's greeter came up with warmth, her face full of joy when she saw Su Sheng.

This left the two women taken aback again. Skepticism was evident in Zijun's eyes, as Meixin felt shocked once more. What was with the world nowadays, that even a scumbag like Su Sheng could be liked by girls?

"Hmm, the usual spot," Su Sheng nodded, though thinking to himself that this place wasn't cheap; if he didn't earn some money, he wouldn't be able to come here again.

"Brother Su, thank you for last time," the little sister said quietly next to Su Sheng. But with such close proximity, those nearby could hear.

Su Sheng replied indifferently, "It was a trifle, no need for thanks."

Once inside the restaurant, the greeter led the three to a booth in the corner by the window. Although it wasn't a private room, the location was surrounded by windows, with superb natural lighting, and there were no neighboring tables within a few meters—it wasn't an exaggeration to call it an open-style private booth.

Meixin was quite pleased with the seating but felt a sting in her heart. She had left at noon because she was angered by Su Sheng, yet now, in the blink of an eye, she was having lunch with him. Wasn't she just asking for trouble?

Su Sheng looked across at Zijun. It seemed like the first time he was out eating with his Iceberg wife. But their relationship, heh, distant relatives!

A waiter came over, and Su Sheng took the menu and ordered a bunch of dishes, just like that.

The two women felt a chill; there was no manner at all. Didn't he even know to ask the ladies present what they would like to eat?

"Zijun, big cousin, I'm not trying to criticize, but the interview at that company was too difficult. Take that ashtray, for example, aside from a talent like me, who would dare..."

Su Sheng couldn't help but complain. He agreed with the method of selecting talent, but it was too peculiar and didn't fit with the norm!

The more the two women listened, the more they felt something was off, their mouths gaping open in shock—what was he even talking about?

Zijun felt like she was getting to know her scumbag husband for the first time. Why was his thought process so abnormal, truly believing he had passed the interview on merit? If it weren't for her manipulation, directly notifying the HR department to override procedure, based on Su Sheng's interview performance, they would have grounds to call the police.

Meixin suddenly realized she had been wrong, terribly wrong.

Why would there be an ashtray on the interviewer's desk, and what made Su Sheng believe that was a part of the test?

"Oh, what a coincidence, Zijun, Meixin; it really is you. I thought I'd seen wrong over there."

Su Sheng looked up to see a young man in a white casual suit speaking, with sharp features and piercing eyes, a true beauty, yet with a hint of makeup that gave him a soft appearance. He wondered where this pretty boy had popped up from.

"President Chen, we're not that close," Meixin said with undisguised disdain.

Zijun was also cold, "Chen Feng, you should call me President!"

"Yes, yes. President, Manager Li, such a coincidence."

Chen Feng seemed completely oblivious to the unwelcome from the two women and smoothly tried to join them, but suddenly paused. Who was this beggar-like man, and how could he be dining here with the beautiful President and Manager of the corporation?


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