The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 10

I went to my husband’s company but the staff didn’t seem to recognize me.

My husband’s office was on the top floor. The little sister at the front desk told me to make an appointment. I smiled and handed her my card. She looked surprised, eyeing me head to toe, and let me go up.

I walked towards his office door, and when I want moved to open the door, I found that it was locked. I knew that my husband went to go to work. The locator showed that his position was here. What was he doing right now? I thought maybe that he was playing around in the office.

As I was about to find someone to open the door, a tall man stopped me. His expression looked bad. And as if he was deliberately trying to intimidate me, he shouted, “Who are you? What are you doing at the president’s office? Do you have an appointment?”

What a foolish child, I thought.

I told him that I came to find my husband and his face for a split second broke into a flustered expression before covering it up. He pretended to be calm and deliberately covered his inner turmoil with a loud shout.

He attracted the attention of the staff by the side. Among them, I saw stupid Wu Zai. He ran over to us and asked the man what happened. He then invited me to the receiving area to sit down.

I asked him on who that man was. Stupid Wu Zai hesitantly told me that it was the childhood sweetheart’s assistant. No wonder ah. Surely enough, the dog was as stupid as the master.

After nearly an hour waiting, as I once again checked my watch, my husband and the childhood sweetheart appeared. Their scuffle seemed to have been really intense. The childhood sweetheart looked like he was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to see it. His collar was intentionally unbuttoned, revealing a hickey on his neck.

“What do you want?” My husband asked somewhat impatiently.

I straightened my posture and told him that I came to bring him some documents that he forgot. In fact, it was some documents that I took from his stack yesterday. It was about the childhood sweetheart’s planned schedule. I handed it to my husband.

He took it and asked me again if there was anything else.

I told him that I wanted the childhood sweetheart’s assistant dismissed from his job. I saw the look of disdain in the childhood sweetheart’s eyes. He apparently thought that it was impossible for me to succeed.

I couldn’t comprehend why he was so confident. After all, I didn’t need my husband’s consent to exercise my power as a shareholder. I had more shares than him.

“Whatever you want.” My husband said. The childhood sweetheart, however, tugged on his suit, seemingly wanting my husband to keep the assistant.

I saw my husband’s expression abruptly change.

I informed the childhood sweetheart that his assistant would not pour tea for the guest and instead liked to make a scene which was bad for the company’s image. I didn’t know who hired such a rude and impolite person. I have to fire him.

After saying those words, I left right away. In any case, the matter was already settled. A few more sessions with my husband on the bed would be unable to change that.

I think I roughly understood the situation inside the company. I need to have my husband hand over the rest of his shares.

After I returned home, I saw the news that the film emperor refused to appear in the film. Moreover, he publicly declared and drew the line between his and the childhood sweetheart’s relationship.

I broke up a pair of lovers.

This all seems too easy.