Daily life of working as a substitute bride for a wealthy family

The first time Tang Wei noticed that Song Nan's smile didn't look like a dog's was when he said he wanted to give her a raise.

At this time, the dog-face mask on his face seemed to gradually disappear.

A handsome face was revealed.

Tang Wei discovered that Song Nan actually looked quite pretty and gentle when he smiled.

Of course, the premise is that he doesn't lose his temper and can give his subordinates a raise.

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The conversation ended with Tang Wei nodding in thanks.

After all, a salary increase is too attractive to Tang Wei.

Didn’t she “leave” the comfortable foreign company just to earn money to buy a house?

Owning a small house in H City has been her dream since she started studying for her master's degree.

For this safe place to stay, she is willing to compromise a little.

Work at Haiyue for a full year first.

It’s not too late to leave after getting the settling-in allowance, year-end bonus and fourteenth salary.

What's more, the resumes she submitted recently seemed to have fallen into oblivion.

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At noon, the wind and rain gradually became stronger and a bit scary.

Tang Wei finished some work that she hadn't finished yesterday.

I boiled a pot of water to prepare instant noodles. While waiting for the water to boil, I leaned against the window and watched the rain outside.

Suddenly Song Nan came out of his office: "Hey, don't stand so close to the window."

Tang Wei wondered, who just said that the company's windows are of good quality?

But she still took a few steps back.

Ask him: "Mr. Song, are you looking for me?"

Song Nan's eyes fell on the instant noodle box in her hand.

Tang Wei was actually very hungry. She came here without having breakfast this morning and wanted to fold the umbrella outside the terrace and go back to eat.

As a result...I guess I can't eat this box of instant noodles anymore.

Song Nan...does he really want to steal her instant noodles?

Forget it, I'll just go hungry to show my loyalty.

"Mr. Song, would you like to eat—"

"No need. Since the packaging is still intact, just put it away." Song Nan waved at her, "Come in."

Tang Wei quickly stuffed the instant noodles into the drawer at her workstation and ran to Song Nan's office.

Unexpectedly, Song Nan was sitting on the sofa in the reception room waiting for her.

There were two set meals and soup on the coffee table.

Zou Zhi mentioned that Song Nan’s work meals were prepared by a special person every day and served from a “secret passage”.

I guess this is his working meal?

"Come sit down and eat together." He picked up the lunch box and chopsticks: "Aunt Zhao who cooks for me...she and her husband live in the company dormitory. Whenever I want to eat, someone will cook for me.

So you don’t have to worry about your instant noodles… and there’s a coin-operated snack cabinet downstairs in the administration building.”

Tang Wei shook her head: "I'm not worried..."

Song Nan looked up: "Why don't you eat? If you can't eat in front of me...you can also take it to your workstation to eat."

Tang Wei was amused by him.

"No, no, I can't!" Tang Wei picked up the chopsticks and buried her head in eating.

"Do you think the food in the staff cafeteria is better, or is today's food better?" Song Nan suddenly asked.

"They are all delicious." Tang Wei didn't want to offend Aunt Zhao, so she decided to be a "master of keeping things balanced."

But she was afraid that Song Nan would see that she was playing it safe, so she added, "Actually, the food in our company cafeteria is pretty good, really."

Song Nan adjusted his glasses and said, "Oh? I'm very happy to hear you say that. I hope other employees feel the same way."

In Song Nan's opinion, Tracy has not yet learned to hide many of her emotions, and her words are more credible than others.

"In the past... the canteens of M Group's mainland subsidiaries were all outsourced to Fortune 500 catering companies, and the food was always among the best among all the companies in the park. But I think the dining environment and the freshness of the ingredients in Haiyue's employee restaurant are no worse than those of my previous company." Tang Wei praised.

"Five years ago, despite widespread opposition, I expanded the restaurant and replaced the catering service team to improve employee satisfaction in this regard. It seems... at least for you, Tracy, it has been effective," Song Nan said with a smile.

Tang Wei ate her meal silently while her mind wandered.

She thought that although Song Nan was like a feudal emperor in his Haiyue Kingdom, he must have many opponents.

She had heard gossip from colleagues before that Song Nan had taken the position of chairman from his aunt.

Suddenly, Song Nan's cell phone rang.

He put down his chopsticks and answered the phone.

Tang Wei heard him whisper, "Yes, the wind is so strong. Let's have dinner together this weekend. Last time you said you wanted to see a play, I found someone to get two tickets for you."

Because the office was too quiet and Tang Wei was sitting relatively close.

I heard the girl's giggle on the phone.

I also heard the words "I miss you so much!"

Song Nan saw Tang Wei concentrating on eating and pretending not to listen, but her ears turned red.

baffling.

He couldn't help but reach out and tap the table to remind her - "Tracy, lift your head a little bit, your hair has fallen into the soup."

Tang Wei looked up and found that the ends of several strands of her hair were indeed "immersed" in the pork rib soup.

How embarrassing.

She ate two mouthfuls of rice and stood up. "Mr. Song, I'm done. Where should I put this plate?"

Song Nan glanced at Tang Wei, put a finger in front of his lips and made a hushing gesture.

He said to the person on the phone slowly, "No, it was my secretary...well, she happened to be on duty."

It’s terrible, it’s terrible. If I had known this, I wouldn’t have said anything.

Did the boss have to explain to his girlfriend or lover?

As Song Nan continued to chat with the person on the phone, Tang Wei could only stand there awkwardly. She looked at the green plants in the corner, then pretended to look out the window. In just one minute, she stared at everything there was to see in the office.

"Then I'll come to see you tonight after the typhoon passes... and drink the chicken soup you made." Song Nan finally hung up the phone.

Tang Wei let out a long sigh.

"Put your plate here. Aunt Zhao will collect it." Song Nan placed her phone on the table. "But... are you sure you're full?"

"I'm full, I'm full!" Tang Wei nodded.

"Then go out, I'll find you later. But if there's nothing special before two o'clock, don't disturb me. I was woken up by you early in the morning and need to catch up on some sleep." Song Nan rubbed his temples and said bluntly.

"I understand." Tang Wei put down the plate and ran away.

Song Nan stared at her back with amusement.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind - Tracy looked like she had never been on a date.

Just like those girls in the first row in his high school memory, those girls who were still in love, often obsessed with idols, worshipping teachers, etc...

But Song Nan quickly rejected this idea.

What era is this?

How is it possible that I haven’t dated anyone at the age of 27?

Maybe it's just pure stupidity.