Mr. Song, please stop being abusive. Madam, she is getting married for the second time.

In the office, Shi Sheng reopened the contract given by Pei Yichen, discussed a few details with him, and then signed it directly.

Although the Pei family is not as powerful as the Song family, it still occupies a certain share of the market.

If the Song family's shopping mall is high-end and luxurious, then the Pei family's shopping mall is for civilians to consume more.

Shi Sheng was not prepared to let Yusheng Jewelry be labeled as unaffordable before it gained a foothold in the market.

Pei Yichen watched her sign and said hesitantly: "Are you busy this afternoon? We can go to the mall to have a look. After all, you only know about Pei's Mall through the contract."

Shi Sheng saw the seriousness in his eyes, a bit like a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.

She pursed her lower lip, hesitated for a long time, and then said slowly: "No, someone from the marketing department will conduct special research, and I will also send someone to hand over to you."

Pei Yichen's eyelashes visibly trembled, and he half-smiled, a little bitterly: "Song Wenjing is not here, and you are not very willing to say a few more words to me."

Shi Sheng felt that this was a bit biased: "Mr. Pei, look at my belly. Are you sure you want me, a pregnant woman, to accompany you to the mall? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

She sighed.

Pei Yichen was startled, and for a moment he felt a little nauseous. He smiled and said, "I was the one who was rude."

The contract had been signed, and Pei Yichen had no reason to stay in the company. After saying a few words, he left.

Su Xian brought a cup of hot milk to Shi Sheng and asked curiously: "Mr. Xiao, is there something unusual about your relationship with Mr. Pei?"

She looked at Shi Sheng with a smile, a gossipy expression.

Shi Sheng lightly touched the table with her fingertips, raised her eyelids, and glanced at her coolly: "Is it because I have prepared too few tasks for you? That's why I leave you so free?"

Hearing the danger in Shi Sheng's tone, Su Xian didn't dare to ask around and ran away quickly.

Shi Sheng shook his head helplessly, and then a message from Pei Yichen came on the phone: "In the end, you still haven't eaten the strawberry cake. Let me buy you another one."

Shi Sheng replied: "Mr. Pei, no need, I don't have time to eat either."

Just over an hour later, Shi Sheng received a cake from the aristocrat of the cake world, Blues Dessert, in the company.

The store delivered it by car, in large and small packages, with more than 200 servings, all of which were strawberry flavored.

Shi Sheng looked at the cake that almost filled the conference room in front of him, and his eyebrows jumped. There were more than two hundred copies, and at least it cost more than 100,000 yuan. Who could be so generous?

Shi Sheng called the store owner, got the receipt, and saw three words at the back: Song Wenjing.

She pinched her eyebrows, feeling a little headache.

Even Si Qingxiao, who was working on the design draft in her office, was attracted. She had never seen so many cakes...

She looked at Shi Sheng curiously: "Who gave this to you?"

Shi Sheng pursed her lips and smiled bitterly, and walked aside to call Song Wenjing. The moment she picked up the phone, she started scolding: "Song Wenjing, are you spending too much money? With so many cakes, are you wrapping up the blues?"

"You like strawberry cake, so I bought a little more. As for what you can't eat, give it to the company employees. Don't waste it." Song Wenjing's tone was calm, without any mood swings due to Shi Sheng's anger.

Shi Sheng gritted his teeth angrily: "I can hire the employees of my company myself!"

She hung up the phone angrily.

Si Qingxiao looked at her from the side and picked up a piece of cake, wondering whether he should eat it.

She blinked her eyes, a little innocently.

Shi Sheng looked back at her, smiled apologetically, and immediately said, "Let's all share it. It should be enough."

On the other side, Song Wenjing stared at the hung up phone with a solemn expression.

She seemed unhappy.

When receiving the dessert from Pei Yichen, wasn't he very happy?

Guan Chengmin saw the troubled look on his face. Just as he was about to say something, Song Wenjing's cell phone rang with a series of voices: "One hundred and fifty-three thousand eight hundred and twenty-one yuan has been credited to your account."

There were some details, and Guan Chengmin was immediately amused.

Song Wenjing clenched her phone tightly, veins popped out on the back of her hand, and she gritted her teeth in anger.

Guan Chengmin: "She won't give you an extra dollar."