HCB Chapter 92 Perhaps there is one person who can keep Si Mocheng in check.
Chapter 92 Perhaps there is one person who can keep Si Mocheng in check.
Secretary Chen, unaware of the situation, nodded blankly, "Yes."
Si Mocheng's face immediately turned cold. He sat down, and before he had even eaten, an unnamed feeling in his lungs made him feel bloated.
His gaze fell on Secretary Chen, who was about to eat. "Have you finished your work today? You still have the appetite to eat?"
Secretary Chen's mouth froze, a mouthful of fragrant food still waiting to be served. "Huh?"
Si Mocheng looked impatient. "Get out. Don't wander around here if you have nothing to do." He's an eyesore.
Secretary Chen: "???" (No comment)
Later that evening, Si Mocheng took his secretary, Chen, to a drinking party. He was addicted to alcohol and didn't care about his stomach problems, so he rarely turned down any drinking parties.
Watching Si Mocheng down one glass after another, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly, and wine seeping from the corners of his mouth, his usually cold and aloof eyes now appearing languid and alluring, Secretary Chen knew he was drunk. She inwardly thought, "This is bad," and hurriedly made a call to Lingshui Bay. Lin Qingwan answered, as she was primarily responsible for Mr. Si's health. "Mr. Si has also had too much to drink today. Prepare hangover soup, medicinal cuisine, and stomach-soothing porridge."
Lin Qingwan gripped her phone tightly, extremely nervous. "He drank too much. How much did he drink? He has a stomach problem, why didn't you stop him? Don't you know how uncomfortable he was the next day? I went to great lengths to take care of his health so that he wouldn't collapse. And yet, Secretary Chen, you can't even do something as simple as giving him advice? If you can't do this well, Secretary Chen, you should just quit as soon as possible."
Secretary Chen was rendered speechless by the reprimand, and a feeling of discomfort welled up inside him. After all, whether he was capable or not, and whether he should resign, were not decisions that Lin Qingwan could make. Her tone made Secretary Chen feel as if he were facing the young mistress of the Si family, not the Si family's housekeeper.
If Mr. Si wants to drink, who can stop him? Anyway, no one has ever succeeded so far.
But what Lin Qingwan said was indeed true, and she was also worried that Si Mocheng was doing it for his own good, so she told Secretary Chen not to say anything to refute her, and only said, "Then you try to persuade him."
"Mr. Si, it's Miss Lin on the phone." Secretary Chen moved the phone closer to Si Mocheng.
Lin Qingwan's gentle and worried voice came from the phone, like a young wife concerned for her husband.
Si Mocheng listened lazily, his expression blank, his demeanor indifferent and aloof.
The others present couldn't help but tease, "President Si is so lucky to have such a virtuous housekeeper as Miss Lin." They naturally knew about Lin Qingwan; she was already a familiar face to them.
Her attitude towards Si Mocheng was not that of a subordinate, so they speculated that there was another ambiguous relationship between Lin Qingwan and Si Mocheng.
"I think she's a housekeeper, hahaha."
"If I were President Si, I would marry Miss Lin. Having such a lady who manages the household so well and keeps everything in perfect order, who will wait for you and leave a light on for you no matter how late it is, and who will take care of you without complaint, just thinking about it makes me feel warm and happy."
Their voices were hoarse and loud, and their phones were on speakerphone, so Lin Qingwan could hear everything clearly. She blushed with embarrassment at being teased, but at the same time, a strong sense of anticipation rose in her heart.
If Si Mocheng chooses her as his wife, she promises that she will fulfill all the duties of a wife, be a good wife and mother, follow the three obediences and four virtues, and serve Si Mocheng well for decades.
Si Mocheng raised his eyelids, his eyes cold and piercing, chilling everyone to the bone. The group of people who had been teasing him immediately fell silent, looking embarrassed. "Just kidding, just kidding."
"Miss Lin is just a housekeeper after all. These are the things she should do as a housekeeper. She is not worthy of the title of the young mistress of the boss's family."
"If President Si is going to marry, he will marry a socialite heiress of equal social standing, a marriage between two powerful families."
"Miss Lin is not particularly attractive, and rather plain-looking..."
Lin Qingwan's face turned very ugly upon hearing these words. Her nails dug tightly into the flesh of the back of her hand, causing a sharp pain.
If she were to become the young mistress of the Si family one day, she would not let any of those who looked down on her or disrespected her get away with it.
"Young Master, please stop drinking and come back soon."
Si Mocheng: "This is not your business."
Lin Qingwan's face turned pale. She had just scolded Secretary Chen for failing to persuade Si Mocheng, but now she herself had been slapped in the face. It was truly embarrassing.
"Young Master, Secretary Chen has to drive alone, so I'll come pick you up."
Si Mocheng's voice carried the cold indifference of someone in a superior position: "No need."
Lin Qingwan was still unwilling to give up and wanted to say something more, but Secretary Chen hung up the phone.
See? How could President Si possibly listen to them? Secretary Chen has never seen anyone who can control Si Mocheng.
As Secretary Chen thought this, Jiang Liwu's face flashed through his mind.
Wait, maybe there is such a person.
A group of people secretly observed Si Mocheng's expression and saw that he didn't seem to have any special feelings for Lin Qingwan. They realized that Lin Qingwan was just an ordinary subordinate in his eyes and that they had misunderstood their relationship. They immediately regretted saying the wrong thing and stopped mentioning Lin Qingwan.
"Drink, drink."
A boss patted the two beautiful and alluring sommeliers in front of him, "Why aren't you pouring wine for President Si?" He had his own ulterior motives. Si Mocheng didn't like the virtuous and bland type like Lin Qingwan. He would prefer someone passionate, fiery, beautiful, and able to act coquettish.
Upon hearing this, the two sommeliers' eyes lit up; they had long been itching to flirt with Si Mocheng.
This is Si Mocheng, a top-tier nobleman in the capital, whose wealth rivals that of a nation.
Even if it weren't for Si Mocheng's money, his handsome and noble face, like a work of art, would be enough to make people flock to him and go crazy for him.
The two quickly approached Si Mocheng, one on each side. As they got closer, they smelled the elegant men's cologne mixed with a strong hormonal scent on Si Mocheng, which was slightly intoxicating and captivating, causing them to blush and their hearts to race.
"Mr. Si, let me pour you some wine."
"Mr. Si, would you like to have a grape?"
Seeing the provocative hand climbing up his arm, Si Mocheng's face darkened, and his thin lips, moistened with wine, uttered a single sinister word, "Get lost."
The beautiful sommelier was startled. Seeing Si Mocheng's cold and ruthless demeanor, she turned pale and quickly stepped back, not daring to be presumptuous or approach him again.
They were more afraid of angering Si Mocheng than of seducing him.
The group of CEOs did the same. Seeing that Si Mocheng wasn't buying it and even received a warning look from him, they shrank back and immediately stood up with smiles to toast and smooth things over, "It seems that President Si prefers fine wine to beautiful women, hahaha, let's all have a toast, bottoms up, bottoms up."
Seeing that Secretary Chen didn't drink a drop of alcohol, they immediately pulled him along, saying, "Come on, fill Secretary Chen's glass too."