Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

The one in power has bigger ambitions!

Choi Yun and Miaomiao exchanged a glance, both displaying looks of astonishment.

After a while, Miaomiao said, “…Well, you know, I’m just guessing! I’ve read too many biographies of entrepreneurs, and it tends to make you think in terms of conspiracies…” She playfully stuck out her tongue, using it to hide the hint of embarrassment in her expression.

Choi Yun let out a soft sigh, reached for her hand, and comfortingly gave it two gentle pats. “Miaomiao, you’re more capable than most people here, so I believe in your speculation.”

Miaomiao’s eyes welled up, and she made a sound of agreement. Her voice carried a strong nasal tone, but her smile remained sweet and warm.

“Your talent will surely be recognized.”

Shen Wan spent another two days to thoroughly review and digest the personal information of all thirty-two employees in the company.

She picked up her cup, but when she raised it to her lips, she realized it was empty.

The office’s bottled water had run out just then. She got up and headed towards the pantry…

“Guess how much President Shen spent on the afternoon tea she hosted for us yesterday?” The woman spoke with a mysteriously amused expression.

“Six hundred?”

“Nine hundred?”

“One thousand two hundred?”

“No, no, and no. Including delivery and packaging fees, it was a whopping three thousand!”

“Really? For just a few cakes, a few boxes of macarons, and some fruit, it’s that expensive? It’s almost half of my monthly salary…”

“Look at how little you know! A few thousand bucks mean nothing to a heiress from a wealthy family. It’s not even enough for a spa session.”

“Hey, do you think President Shen will continue to treat us this afternoon?”

“Dream on! Do you really think such good things happen every day?”

“Why can’t we have it? Anyway, she is rich and clueless; she’s got money to burn!”

“Ahem!”

“Ahem, ahem!”

“What’s with all the coughing? Anyway, it’s not just me thinking this way. She’s not short of money, so why not treat everyone?!”

“President Shen! Are you here for water too?” Another woman, realizing that the conversation was going off the rails, shouted loudly towards the entrance.

The woman who had been boasting earlier stiffened all over, cold sweat breaking out, and she didn’t even have the courage to turn around and look.

Shen Wan made a light acknowledgment sound, took a step inside, and stopped at the water dispenser.

The sound of water gradually filling the empty cup became especially distinct in the silent room, hitting everyone’s hearts like a dull hammer.

“You can continue,” she said and turned to leave.

After that day, the perks like free lunches and delightful afternoon teas vanished. Even the seven beverage choices in the pantry got trimmed down to just three at Shen Wan’s request: pure water, herbal tea, and coffee. Orange juice, apple juice, and milk tea were all taken off the list.

Strangely, no one showed any signs of dissatisfaction. This silence, in Shen Wan’s eyes, could be described in just four words—guilty consciences!

While everyone was busy condemning the person who had offended President Shen with her loose talk, no one considered who the real beneficiary was when an afternoon tea saved sixty percent of the future pantry expenses..