Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

Chapter 104 - 104 104?Where is Bosss Share (Update 1)_1

?Chapter 104: 104?Where is Boss’s Share? (Update 1)_1 Chapter 104: 104?Where is Boss’s Share? (Update 1)_1 The sky was a tile-like blue, and the thick, windless air seemed to have frozen in place.

Jian Qing left the mansion and sent the four men in black away, then hailed a taxi to JK International.

The taxi stopped across from JK International. Jian Qing paid the fare and got out of the car. The scorching heat hit her face, causing her brows to furrow involuntarily.

It’s so hot!

She raised her hand to shield her forehead, using it to block the glaring sunlight.

She looked up at the towering building across the street, and her gaze fell on the top floor. The frustration in her heart seemed to lighten a bit.

She withdrew her gaze and was just about to cross the street.

However, something in a passerby’s hand caught her eye, and she halted her steps.

Following the direction the passerby had come from, her clear, water-like eyes sparkled brightly at the sight of a pink and cozy shop next door.

Jian Qing made a resolute decision to enter the shop. The cool air from the air conditioner filled the shop, carrying with it a faint, sweet scent of ice cream.

“Welcome! What would you like to order?”

Just as she reached the counter, a sweet voice greeted her, a smile on the waiter’s face.

Without even thinking, Jian Qing blurted out, “Chocolate flavored ice cream.”

The waiter’s gaze fell on Jian Qing’s face, and she stared at her blankly for a moment before hurriedly responding, “Sure, just a moment.”

Isn’t this woman the one from the viral video a while ago?

Good heavens, she’s stunning.

Jian Qing nodded slightly. Her gaze fell on the menu on the counter, and she suddenly thought of the brain trust and Yifei.

“Please pack ten cups of this one for me, and ten of these little cakes.” Jian Qing pointed at the menu, her tone light.

The attendant took down her order.

The crowd wasn’t too dense at this time, and very quickly, Jian Qing had her order, paid for it, and headed straight for JK International.

She’s been frequenting JK International quite frequently lately and with Shen Hao’s warning last time, the receptionist didn’t dare to stop her anymore.

The elevator “dinged” to a stop. As the doors opened, Jian Qing stepped out carrying the orders.

“Miss Jian.”

Xiao Lu, who had been waiting for the elevator, spotted Jian Qing emerging and called out to her with a smile.

“What’s this?” Seeing the things in her hands, Xiao Lu paused.

Doesn’t this packaging look like it’s from the dessert shop opposite our company?

Jian Qing’s eyebrows lifted slightly as she handed him the goods, “These are for you and Yifei.”

Xiao Lu quickly accepted them, looking at the rather substantial amount of cakes and pastries in his hand, he couldn’t help feeling dumbstruck.

How long will it take this bunch of grown men to finish all these cakes and pastries?

“And what about the Boss’s portion?” Xia Lu glanced at the bag Jian Qing was holding, which only contained ice cream, and suddenly thought of a vital question.

Would the lady not have bought the Boss’s share?

Jian Qing nodded indifferently, “He doesn’t have one.”

Seeing Jian Qing’s serious demeanor, Xiao Lu twitched the corners of his mouth. Suddenly, he felt like the items he was holding were hot potatoes.

What if the boss finds out that his wife bought us something to eat, but not him? Would we be killed by the Boss?

Jian Qing didn’t wait for him to respond, she carried her ice cream and headed straight for the CEO’s office.

There was only one thought in her mind: she had to hurry, or her ice cream would melt.

Xiao Lu watched her retreating back, pulling on the corners of his mouth with a helpless expression.

Lady, why didn’t you prepare a share for the Boss? How dare we eat this without his permission?

Sorrowfully for a while, Xiao Lu resignedly turned around with the goods and headed back to his office.

The sunlight filtered through the office, casting a warm glow.

The sound of a pen scratching against paper was particularly clear.

When Jian Qing gently pushed open the door and stepped in, she caught sight of a man hunched over his desk, busy with files.

As if sensing her presence, the man, whose gaze had been fixed on the files, looked up. His deep, purple eyes softened as he caught sight of her, revealing an adoring smile.

Setting the files aside, CEO Quan Jingwu stood up from behind his desk and walked over to her.

“Why didn’t you make a sound when you came in, hmm?”