In 2017, the national business keywords probably couldn't get rid of the three characters, Tang Jingqing. As the president of Tangmen International in Shenyang City, he has a discerning eye, a swift and decisive style, as well as a tough wrist, which make people who have done business with him feel terrified. Because, at that time, he was only 27, but he had a cunning that didn't match his age. It's hard to imagine how astonishing his growth will be, given time. With such a president, Tangmen International, despite the downturn in the nation's real economy, is showing a thriving situation.
At this point, it had only been five years since he took the reins.
"President Tang, will you attend the dinner at the City Planning Bureau today at 8 p.m.?" Assistant Chen Hao was arranging the day's work plan.
"Okay, I'll attend." Successful businessmen are clear that maintaining a good interaction with the political circle will bring many invisible benefits to the enterprise.
"But today is Miss Xie's birthday. Should I choose a gift to send over?" Chen Hao hesitated to remind him.
"...No need, I'll attend the dinner at the city bureau on my behalf, and help me reserve a private room at the Jade Pavilion. I'll choose the gift myself." After a moment of hesitation, Tang Jingqing still chose to decline the dinner. He would celebrate her birthday with her every year, and didn't want to make an exception this year.
"I understand."
Chen Hao stepped out of Tang Jingqing's office. Just then, another call came in on his phone.
"Is this Assistant Chen? Hi, this is Ji Mo."
"Miss Ji, hello."
"Uh, is Jingqing busy?"
"President Tang is presiding over a meeting right now. Is there anything Miss Ji needs me to convey now?"
"No, no need. If he is in a meeting, I won't interrupt. I was just wondering if he was going to work late tonight. I can send over some dinner."
"President Tang has a dinner date with Miss Xie tonight. Today is Miss Xie's birthday."
"I see, thank you."
"Miss Ji, is there anything else?"
"No more, thank you, Assistant Chen."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao sneers, Miss Ji is indeed the real Mrs. Tang. Not only in Shenyang city, probably the whole country knows, but so what? Who dares to actually call her "Mrs. Tang"? Who doesn't know the matter of Miss Ji having forced Mr. Tang Jingqing to marry her?
Yes, the respect Chen Hao has for Tang Jingqing is from his heart. He believes that only Xie Yinan is worthy of Tang Jingqing, so his disdain for Ji Mo is almost a physiological instinct, which he never conceals in front of her. Like this previous situation, those with a bit of tact would find an excuse to cover it up for their boss, but not Chen Hao, as he simply doesn't care about Ji Mo's feelings.
On the other end, Ji Mo seems to have long gotten used to Chen Hao's unmasked disdain, sighing in resignation. It's that woman's birthday, no wonder.
What can she do? From the beginning, she was the one who jumped headfirst into this marriage, so the heart-wrenching pain can only be her burden.
She knew very well that he and Xie Yin had already planned to get married, but she took advantage of their spat and forced him to marry her. She knows he despises her.
What can she do about it? Because she will guard the position of Mrs. Tang and won't let anyone take it.
She remains awake every hated night, the most ridiculous thing is that she eventually turned into her mother, guarding an unhappy marriage and refusing to let go.
It's been three years already, how much longer can she hold on?
Tang Jingqing, who drove a Maybach, headed straight to the underground parking lot of Jade Pavilion. After parking the car, his phone rang. It was Xie Yinan.
"Ah Qing, I think I'm being followed by a reporter, maybe we should call off dinner today? I'm worried it's not good if you get caught on camera." Xie Yinan seemed to be thoughtful, worrying that photos taken by paparazzi might ruin Tang Jingqing's image.
"It doesn't matter, let them take photos if they want." Tang Jingqing didn't care. He was very good at playing the part of the perfect husband, so he wasn't bothered by the potential hassle these photos might cause.
"Ah Qing, I'm coming now then." Xie Yinan at the other end of the phone revealed a triumphant smile. Whether the reporters were following her or she wants them too, it's unclear.
"Drive slowly, I'll wait for you."