CHAPTER 441: CHAPTER 182: THE BIGGEST NEWCOMER EMPLOYEE (PART 3)

A bundle of flame-colored red roses. Su Ziceng was a bit puzzled; she flipped over the card and looked in the direction of Pello’s office again. It turned out Pello had intentionally acted indifferent, placing her outside while preparing such an unexpected surprise for her.

"A Mr. Hang sent these," the flower delivery boy enthusiastically mentioned, "He said his girlfriend is starting work today, and he’d like us to bring over a bouquet every day."

Su Ziceng was stunned, the roses she held in her hands suddenly felt like a hot potato. Hang Yishao, it was actually Hang Yishao who sent the flowers.

The words he said that day, he was serious about them.

Pello also saw this scene. He did not want people like Su Qingzhang to discover the relationship between him and Su Ziceng too soon, so he had always warned Su Ziceng not to let their affair become known.

But now it seems that someone is more anxious than him, eager to prove his relationship with Su Ziceng.

Pello was somewhat angry, because Su Ziceng had promised him she would make things clear with Hang Yishao. On one hand, she confessed her love to him, and on the other, she accepted Hang Yishao’s roses with a face full of surprise.

Are all women so changeable?

The office staff, still immersed in shock, buried their heads back into work as soon as Pello opened the office door, but each of them tried to sneak glances at the scene that was unfolding.

Luna stood aside, not daring to put on her high heels and barefoot instead.

"What’s going on?" Pello’s voice drained the staff of even the courage to peek. They had never heard the manager’s tone so harsh before.

"Luna is going to suffer this time," the female employees thought, having offended the prince’s daughter, there’s no good end for her.

"Pello, I..." Su Ziceng still held the irritating bouquet of roses, and for the first time in his life, Pello felt a sense of disgust toward roses.

"We do not need these extraneous flowers in the office, and as a new employee, how can you talk back to a senior staff member? Apologize to Luna." Pello’s tone was decisive and the one that Su Ziceng hated the most, that commanding tone.

Su Ziceng wanted to shout back at Pello. Was he blind, or deaf? How could he not have seen Luna’s obvious provoking actions in the office just now?

The two glared angrily at each other. With Luna awkwardly sandwiched between them, it was even more embarrassing for her. She tiptoed carefully and said, "It’s not necessary, I fell over by accident, it’s not, not the young miss’s fault." She picked up her feet, trying to silently walk out from between the two. If she had to endure such intense gazes any longer, Luna felt she wouldn’t last long.

"Copy all of those documents again, and before you finish them tonight, do not leave," Pello said and then slammed the door shut. The whole finance department was shocked.

The numbers on the pages were reclassified, and Su Ziceng’s gaze did not stray from those documents again, her fingertips only feeling dryness and coldness from constant flipping.

The employees around her gradually left for the day. The finance department was quiet, and Su Ziceng placed the bunch of roses on her desk, blocking the blinds.

In the manager’s office, Pello had finished dealing with the last project, and his gaze fell on a sum of money.

The purpose of the funds was "High-pressure water pump procurement." Su Qingzhang still did not trust matters, he personally approved the purchase, then repeatedly demanded the finance department to audit and ensure the procurement of high-quality German pumps.

"Go inquire about finding a batch of pumps," Pello made a call, since Su Qingzhang wanted pumps, he’d arrange the purchase for him.

It was already six o’clock in the evening, and from the Su Family Building, the night of Mo City was approaching.

"Finally done," Su Ziceng sorted the last batch of files and breathed a sigh of relief, stubbornly not looking towards Pello’s office. Her phone on the desk rang.

The name "Hang Yishao" flickered on the screen, and Su Ziceng thought for a moment before reaching out to answer the call.

Just as she was about to grab her phone, she saw a blur in front of her eyes, and the phone was snatched away, followed by her being embraced by Pello.

The lights in the office dimmed, and the twilight of the dusk cast a golden hue over Pello’s eyes.

"Promise me, you will never contact Hang Yishao again," Pello released the gasping, lips-swollen Su Ziceng and reached out to hang up Hang Yishao’s call. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)