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Chapter 187
The words fell.
The atmosphere froze for a long time.
At this moment, the three people in the side hall.
Apart from Qi Mo's face being clear and calm, the remaining two felt awkward and suffocated to varying degrees.
Qi Shaobai had one foot wearing slippers and the other bare foot on the floor.
The drawstring hoodie he had just been pulled tight by Sheng Mumu had not had time to tidy up, bunched into a ball wrapping his head.
His face revealed the uncontrollable emotions of being moved + tearful + surprised + smiling + embarrassed all at once.
In a nutshell - his smile was uglier than crying.
What made Qi Shaobai grip his toes the most was that he had just confessed to Sheng Mumu that his struggle goal was his dad, and it had been heard by the goal itself.
For a proud Chinese man who wants to be strong all his life.
This was very f**king awkward.
And Sheng Mumu?
She was only slightly better than Qi Shaobai.
Clearly she was teaching little Qi a second ago, but happened to reveal her true colors as a pretty girl while counting.
It was...very socially dead.
But what is the difference between adults and minors?
Nothing more than thick facial skin.
Sheng Mumu gave Qi Shaobai another lesson in leading by example.
With a female idol group level facial expression management, she smiled at Qi Mo.
Then she patted her thigh lightly, pretending to relax, and stood up.
She turned her head to the still stunned Qi Shaobai and said,
"I'll go find you some slippers, you just wait here for me, don't move."
"Oh no-" Qi Shaobai's mind caught up, reacting extremely quickly.
He got up in a hurry, chasing Sheng Mumu’s footsteps.
As one foot was not wearing shoes, he walked with a stagger, looking funny.
He used an exaggerated tone to cover his embarrassment, chasing behind Sheng Mumu chanting:
"I'll find my own slippers, I'm the one who made the mistake, I don't dare trouble anyone."
"No need, knowing your mistake means you’re still a good kid. Let me help you find them."
"I should still be the one."
"I’ll do it, I’ll do it."
"I’ll do it."
Qi Mo's eyes followed the two of them, his chest trembling as he couldn’t hold back his smile.
The huge, luxury villa became incredibly warm because of their chattering voices.
Suddenly, Qi Mo strode towards them.
Taking advantage of his long legs, he reached them in just a few steps.
He asked jokingly:
"Or should I do it?"
Sheng Mumu: ......
Qi Shaobai: .........
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The next day.
Executive Assistant Dong discovered that Chairman Qi was a bit strange.
But he couldn't say what was weird.
At noon, after he had finished sending documents to the CEO's office and was about to leave, he was called back by Chairman Qi.
"Little Dong, wait a minute."
He stopped and respectfully responded:
"Chairman Qi, do you have any other orders?"
He saw that Chairman Qi did not immediately speak, but lowered his eyes and pondered for a while.
Then he asked an unexpected strange question that caught him off guard.
"Little Dong, am I stiff?"
Executive Assistant Dong was stunned.
CPU computing...
Stiff is a neutral term, right?
What does Chairman Qi mean by asking this?
In less than a few seconds, he cleverly answered:
"Of course not, Chairman Qi you are calm and composed when dealing with anything, responding appropriately, how could you be sti... stiff..."
The last few words slowed down as he observed Chairman Qi's expression.
Seeing his boss' stern, grim face sink down little by little, Dong felt shocked.
He felt that he had said the wrong thing, and changed track mid-speech:
"Being stiff represents your prudence and carefulness, which is essential for corporate leaders—"
Before he could finish speaking, the handsome man in the leather chair chuckled softly and slowly lifted his eyes to look over.
"Alright, stop bullsh***ing. Asking you was pointless, you can go out."
"Yes, Chairman Qi." Dong felt like he had just been pardoned.
After leaving the CEO's office and closing the door, he leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.
His face was slowly filled with confusion and chagrin. How strange.
As Chairman Qi's strongest executive assistant, he thought he knew Chairman Qi very well.
But he couldn't even answer such a simple question.
Dong thought to himself: I'm really useless! I've collected my salary for nothing all these years!
This feeling of chagrin continued until the afternoon.
In the afternoon, the manager of the media division of Qi Corporation came to report at the headquarters.
When introducing the artist they planned to vigorously promote recently, the manager said to Chairman Qi:
"Jackson won the Best Actor award at the Gold Statue Awards last month. We plan to design a long-term development oriented image and persona more suitable for him. Our initial idea for the new persona is - a serious and stern senior official image."
The manager talked on and on, envisioning Jackson's future planning.
"Although this persona is old-fashioned and lacks novelty, Jackson is almost forty years old after all. If he continues to mingle with a bunch of newcomers and keep taking romance and soap opera roles, it will gradually erode his fan appeal and be unsuitable for future development. Therefore—"
"Wait a minute."
A low voice interrupted the manager's words.
The handsome man who had been silent and lazily listening the whole time suddenly spun his chair around to look over.
He emanated an awe-inspiring aura that sent chills down one's spine.
The manager stiffened as the man's cold gaze made his back run cold.
Not knowing if something he said had displeased Chairman Qi.
That's not right, Chairman Qi usually doesn't care about minor matters in the divisions.
Then why would he get angry?
Before the manager could figure out the implication, he heard an icy voice speak again:
"You explain to me what the necessary connection is between being 'serious' and being an 'old geezer'."