267— Han Jingse Makes A Scene (1)

That morning, Gao Tinghua was in the office as usual. He had been spending most nights in the office, simply because his favorite hotel was currently being occupied by his mother. In contrast to the many issues plaguing him at home, his office was like a safe haven.

He sat with his head resting on the back of his office chair but without slouching, the very picture of innocence and peace.

If the god of menace, this playboy that liked to enjoy life to the fullest was told that he would one day prefer the office to any other place, he would have not believed it

Anyway, he was now enjoying the office more than he ever thought possible.

Unfortunately, one person was enjoying his office stay, but a certain someone was on the verge of quitting his job.

Tong Zhian felt like he had been living in hell for the past few days. His workload had fairly tripled again, not because his boss fired the new secretary, but because he had now added "housekeeping" to his list of duties.

"Tong Zhian, lunch should be steak, medium-rare today. Don't forget: I don't eat asparagus."

"Tong Zhian, get me my striped suit. It's in the larger closet. Don't forget the navy blue tie."

"Tong Zhian, make sure the cleaning company does a thorough job. I can't stand dirt in my sleeping area."

"Tong Zhian....."

And on and on. He was totally tired. Why did this boss of his decide to start living in the office and make his life miserable? Now his life had become hard and only revolved around Gao Tinghua and overtime work.

Could this god of Menace just leave and go find someone else to give bad luck to?

"Tong Zhian! Focus!"

Tong Zhian only realized that his mind was rambling again when Gao Tinghua called his name. Resigned, he responded, "Yes sir. What were you saying please?"

After giving him a stern look, Gao Tinghua continued, "I said do you think escargots would do for my lunch today? or should I order something else?"

Tong Zhian just knew it was another one of those torturous questions again. Even the document he had brought in wasn't as interesting as lunch. He never knew his boss could like food so much.

In response to Gao Tinghua's question, he really wanted to shout: It depends on your stomach and your preferences, what does it have to do with me???

Outwardly though, he responded politely, "It sounds good. Should I place the order?"

Gao Tinghua looked some more at the electronic menu before settling for pasta and some exotic sauce Tong Zhian was sure he had never even heard of before.

After acknowledging his order, Tong Zhian immediately walked out with brisk steps, in case his boss changed his mind again.

Just as he got outside, he almost ran into the secretary, who had a worried look on her face, "What's wrong?"

"The security team just called. They said a young woman is downstairs causing trouble. She said she wants to see the god of— Director Gao."

Tong Zhian frowned. Which young lady had such audacity? Gao Tinghua wasn't always discreet about his relationships, but it had truly been a long time since any one of his numerous girlfriends came to the company, and hardly did anyone show up to make a scene. It was usually to pledge their undying love and bring food that they spent hours "personally" making.

And besides, wasn't his boss engaged now?

Then it clicked in his mind. The fiancee!

He instructed her to keep an eye on the situation downstairs, while he went in to inform Gao Tinghua.

At the sight of Tong Zhian, he said, "Is the food here?"

Tong Zhian almost rolled his eyes. Food, food, food! Is that all you care about? Your company might soon be on the headlines.

"Sir, I was informed that a young woman is here to see you, and she's downstairs making a lot of noise."

Gao Tinghua frowned. "When did I ever date such a shrew? Who is it?"

Tong Zhian's expression could best be described as, 'I should be asking you!'

Gao Tinghua thought for a short moment. The only run-in he had had lately was with his ex-fiancee Han Jingse. If she was the one, then it would be good to end things face-to-face once and for all.

Making up his mind, he asked that the lady be escorted upstairs.

In less than five minutes, an angry lady burst into Gao Tinghua's office, and for a moment, he thought he was overthinking things. This wasn't Han Jingse at all.

Then the lady that had always used a coquettish voice with him screamed with hatred, "Gao Tinghua! How could you do this to me?!"

Gao Tinghua did a double take and was a bit stunned. Who was this woman with panda eyes, her makeup running everywhere? Her hair looked like a bird's nest, and she had even lost one shoe somewhere.

He had never seen his ex-fiancee look like this before. Infact, he had never dated a lady that could go out looking like this before, period!

Nevertheless, he regained his composure pretty quickly and assumed the stoic expression that everyone knew him for. "What's all the ruckus for?"

Now that she had achieved her goal of meeting him, Han Jingse also calmed down a bit. After all, she just wanted to try and sort things out between them, not cause him to be displeased.

She had been trying to contact him since his mother announced to her family that their engagement was off. His number was always busy, while lurking at his houses that she knew for days did not produce any results.

Desperate, she realized he was avoiding her and eventually decided to come looking for him at the company. Now that they were finally face-to-face, she felt ashamed when measuring her uncouth look with his well put together self.

This shame directly got converted into anger. "Gao Tinghua, your mother said our engagement is off. Tell me it is not true."

Gao Tinghua's brow rose. So his mother was also no longer "Auntie Qiao"? Ah, it was good to see that this pretentious ex-fiancee of his could no longer pretend.

He simply said, "It's true."

Han Jingse suddenly lunged for Gao Tinghua and began using her bag to hit his shoulder whilst shouting and crying.

Tong Zhian: "...."

What sort of development was this?

He quickly looked ahead and started walking towards the door, 'don't see me, I'm not here, carry on—'

"Tong Zhian!"