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Chapter 820 - 361: Dimensionality Reduction from Secretary Jin _2

Chapter 820: Chapter 361: Dimensionality Reduction from Secretary Jin _2

Then, in the group chat, she left a message: "@April, the second doujin is out, still owe 8 more Chapters."

Unable to pay back the 100 Chapters owed, still needing to work and cosplay, she could barely make ends meet by writing doujins.

This one was custom-made for reader April, about Xu Yanqing being dragged into a private conference room by Tang Song for some mischief while at work.

Of course, her doujin wasn’t purely explicit; the scale was just a little larger than what would be on a public WeChat account, but not illegal.

As a lawyer with a practicing certificate, she had always maintained her boundaries in this respect.

After a while, colleagues gradually sat down at their workstations.

Xu Qing was happily eating snacks and drinking coffee, feeling quite at ease.

"Ding dong——" A message popped up.

[Tang Song: "Qingqing, you’re at work now, right? Send me a picture."]

Seeing this message, Xu Qing pouted immediately.

What the heck! Just because you ask me to take a picture, I should?

Do I, Xu Qing, have no dignity?

No way! Definitely not sending!

"Vroom vroom vroom——"

[Tang Song: "?"]

That damned Song! Threatening me!

Xu Qing’s big dark eyes fluttered, and she hastily picked up her phone.

"Click——" went the camera, and she shared the photo over.

[Tang Song: "Why do you seem to have gained weight? Take note, I still have to take private portraits for you."]

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Xu Qing stared, face flushed with anger.

She opened her own photo to look.

Am I fat? Where am I fat!?

Are you rejecting me? Not wanting to shoot private photos?

Outrageous!

Your girlfriend Wen Ruan isn’t fat!? She weighs 66 kilograms! And I’m just 55 kilograms!

Even excluding the height difference, she’s still heavier!

Although she does have a big chest.

Thinking about Wen Ruan’s big bust, Xu Qing lowered her head guiltily.

She looked at the pile of snacks on the table, then at her raw latte.

Darn it! I just won’t eat them anymore!

...

Shanghai.

Shengxin Garden District is located on Jiangning Road.

A newly completed residential area from four years ago, it has six residential buildings mainly consisting of slab-type structures.

Convenient transportation, complete amenities, with an average price exceeding 100,000.

Jiang Yiran invested 15 million two years ago to buy a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment here.

Whenever her dormitory sisters came to Shanghai for business trips or travel, they would stay at her place.

After admiring the high-end luxurious interior decoration, Wen Ruan and Jiang Yiran leaned on the sofa, eating fruits and chatting.

The conversation mainly revolved around Tang Song.

Jiang Yiran was obviously very curious about her mysterious boyfriend.

They chatted for quite a while.

Jiang Yiran sighed, "Seeing you so happy now, I’m really glad. Once I’m done with things here, I’ll definitely go to Yan City to see your Tang Song in person."

"Mm, you’re welcome anytime." Wen Ruan nodded and suddenly asked, "Yiran, do you have something on your mind? I feel like you’re not quite yourself today."

The six of them from the dormitory were very close and understood each other well.

Jiang Yiran, the rich second generation, was always the most optimistic and cheerful.

But today, she was noticeably preoccupied and looked quite exhausted.

"I..." Jiang Yiran sighed, "Actually, our company had some big issues back in June, and we’re busy dealing with it even now, which is why I couldn’t attend Shumin’s wedding."

"I knew it, even when I asked before, you wouldn’t say." Wen Ruan affectionately hugged her shoulders, "What’s going on?"

Jiang Yiran bit her teeth and shook her head, "It’s a company issue. It involves international trade, very complicated. I won’t trouble you with it."

She knew Wen Ruan was now a chairman at Xingyun International Group, a person of influence.

But the Zeran Electronic Technology Company she started in Shanghai was mainly focused on import and export trade.

These issues were foreign-related and talking about it wouldn’t help, just add to the worry.

Just then.

"Click clack——" The smart lock buzzed, and the door was opened.

Jiang Yiran’s husband Kang Zerui walked in.

"Zerui, long time no see." Wen Ruan stood up and greeted willingly.

Kang Zerui and Jiang Yiran’s families had been close for generations, and the two grew up knowing each other.

During college, Kang Zerui often visited Imperial Normal University and was quite familiar with Wen Ruan.

"Wen Ruan, long time no see, welcome." Kang Zerui forced a smile on his face, didn’t even change his shoes, and walked directly in.

Plopped onto the sofa with a long exhale.

Seeing his expression, Jiang Yiran’s heart tightened, and she quietly asked, "Any confirmed news?"

Kang Zerui kept silent, his expression very grim.

"It’s truly not coming back, is it?"

"Mm." Kang Zerui nodded with difficulty, "This African bank’s credibility is questionable; they surely won’t pay us. The lawyer said we could pursue cross-border legal action, but the country’s judicial sovereignty and local protectionism are serious issues. Plus, the buyer has concealed their assets, so the chance of recovering the payment is virtually non-existent."

"It’s my fault." Jiang Yiran’s face turned pale, clutching her fists tightly, eyes shimmering with tears, "I was too impulsive, fell for their tricks, I’m sorry, hubby."

Kang Zerui pursed his lips, not saying a word.

Soft sobbing sounds began, Jiang Yiran’s shoulders trembled slightly.

Wen Ruan quickly hugged her, comforting, "Honey, what exactly happened? Don’t cry, don’t cry, tell me about it, maybe I can help?"

Kang Zerui took a deep breath and said solemnly, "Stop crying, it has already happened, let’s think about how to get through this crisis."