"Young mistress, how do you eat these? We are already preparing breakfast." When a servant passed by and saw Nimo Lan eating these foods, he immediately reminded her loudly as if he was frightened.
It attracted the attention of the chief steward and Ji Moxuan.
Nimolan glanced at the two people not far away and explained to the servant: "It doesn't matter, I used to eat breakfast like this. You can prepare breakfast for the young master. I will eat it by myself and then go to work."
"How can that be done?" The head butler came over and said to the servants, "Aren't you too late to prepare breakfast? That's why the young mistress is so anxious to fill her stomach with these raw and cold things!"
The servant quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.
"Chief steward, it's true. I used to eat like this."
"The past was before, and now is now. You are already the noble young mistress of Balik Manor. How can you compare with your previous life? You have to learn a noble life and learn how to treat others..."
"No, housekeeper," Nimolan frowned deeply. She interrupted the housekeeper, stood up, drank the last sip of milk, and wiped her mouth. "Before I was a young mistress, I was first a woman.
As a person named Nimolan, I cannot completely abandon my existence as Nimolan just because of the title of a young mistress, so please respect my young mistress’s decision. I have eaten.” After saying this, Nimolan stood up.
, passed by Ji Moxuan, took his bag and went out to work.
The door slowly closed.
The chief butler nodded with satisfaction, looked at Ji Moxuan, and said in a low voice while avoiding the eyes of others: "You married a good woman."
"Good woman? Grandma, you..."
The head butler raised his eyebrows: "What, you question your grandma's opinion of me?"
Ji Moxuan curled his lips: "At least I don't have a good eye for women."
"you……"
"Ama, do you know who she is?"
"who?"
"She is the granddaughter of the family who saved grandpa. She married me because of the contract. I heard from Butler Lin that she thought she owed our family 20 million. How many women who sell themselves for money are good people?" Ji Moxuan said.
He said with a look of disdain on his face.
The head butler shrugged his shoulders: "This is not prostitution. If she prostitutes herself, wouldn't you just be a prostitute? It's too demeaning, my eldest young master! I'm tired, let's take a rest. You can eat your breakfast obediently.
, make me fatter!"
"Ama!" Ji Moxuan called out to his Ama out of complete helplessness.
Nimolan stepped through the door of the unit, and was called to the office by the general manager. He sat upright and waited for instructions.
The general manager put the coffee cup in his hand on the table and said to Nimolan with a smile: "Xiao Ni, you see you have been working at the grassroots level for so long. It's time to run the business. What happened before?
, the unit leaders gave you this internship period just to let you practice more."
"Leader, I know." Nimolan said softly. In fact, she knew clearly in her heart that the reason why she had been working at the grassroots level for so long was because she had no experience and because she didn't have any outstanding past.
Experience beamed: "That's good, that's good. I've asked someone to vacate your office. You can move there in a while. If you need anything, just tell me."
"Then..." Nimolan deliberately prolonged his voice to tantalize people, "My current position is..."
"Ah! The deputy director of the design department is directly involved in the business."
There is no deputy director position in the design department. The company created this deputy director position for her. How ironic.
Nimolan sat in his new office and looked out the window at the high-rise buildings and the bright blue glass of the office building opposite. He raised one corner of his mouth. It was obviously a short period of time, but it seemed that everything had changed all at once. Whether it was about love
, family relationships, or work are all filled with a sense of powerlessness and vicissitudes of life.
What will happen next? As the young lady of the Balik family, what kind of puppet will she become? Nimo Lan gently wrote the word "Xuan" in her sketchbook.
Returning to the manor in the evening, Butler Lin was waiting at the door and informed the head of the family that the newlyweds would be invited to the main house for dinner. Nimolan paused for a moment, and finally agreed to Butler Lin: "I'll go change my clothes and I'll be there right away."
Ji Moxuan was not at home, and there was no one in the empty house. Nimolan went back to his room, changed his clothes, and walked alone on the road that ran through the manor. In late autumn, the leaves were falling, and it was a beautiful scene.
A car stopped not far away, the window was lowered, and Ji Moxuan's face appeared. He squinted at Nimo Lan, who was wrapped in an ankle-length windbreaker. This woman, does she still have the leisure to take a walk here?
You don’t know how much trouble you’ve caused, right?
In front of the main house, Ji Moxuan caught up with Nimolan. He stood beside her in a straight suit and said condescendingly: "Don't you think it's too much to leave me alone and come here first?"
"I thought you first..."
"Go in." Ji Moxuan went straight into the house without giving Nimo Lan a chance to defend himself.
The low-key and luxurious decoration style filled Nimolan with a sense of oppression. She thought of a thousand expressions when facing the boss, but they all failed. In the end, she could only choose the simplest one, which was the look of a stranger - because
No matter what the reason was for not telling her the truth, he did it for the purpose of protecting Ji Moxuan. This alone was enough to be forgiven. On the other hand, it was impossible for her to regard him as a human being like before.
I respected him like a grandfather, because he hurt me after all, so in the end, I could only face this familiar and strange old man with a stranger's expression.
"This is the first time I have dinner with you after my wedding. I'm so happy!" The head of the house happily sat at the main seat, looking very energetic.
Nimolan didn't answer. She kept looking at the sliced saint persimmons on the plate with lowered eyebrows, feeling extremely ironic.
Ji Moxuan chuckled softly. Instead of accepting the boss's words, he said to Nimolan: "Why don't you eat it? Doesn't it taste good?"
"No, it's delicious." Nimolan put her hair behind her ears and raised her head. "Because it was so delicious, I just ate it."
"Eat more, eat more," the boss smiled broadly, "Molan, is there anything you want? Grandpa will buy it for you."
"Without grandpa, I don't have anything I want," Nimolan picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, "I've finished eating."
At this moment, Butler Lin entered the restaurant and handed the tablet to the headmaster. The headmaster only glanced at it and said, "I heard that Mo Lan was promoted to deputy minister, which is good."
Nimolan was shocked, wondering how this matter could spread to the headmaster so quickly.
Ji Moxuan sneered: "From the grassroots level to the deputy department, this is a leapfrog."
Nimolan didn't say anything, he just frowned and looked at the tablet in the master's hand.
The boss picked up a pen and signed his name on the tablet, and then said to Butler Lin: "Go and tell Molan's boss that they are responsible for all the advertising of these three industrial companies, Dayuhuang, KJ and Kuangna.
"
Nimolan was startled and stood up suddenly: "No!"
"Why not?" the head master asked expressionlessly. Although there was no expression, the majesty contained in it was daunting.
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