After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 248: My Department Boss—Si Chenli, Go Complain
Chapter 248: Chapter 248: My Department Boss—Si Chenli, Go Complain
"Sister, why not just photocopy for her? The Eighth Floor Supervisor is not someone you want to mess with." The round-faced, sweet girl couldn’t help but lean in, whispering a reminder.
When she first entered the workforce, she was quite proud too, believing tasks that weren’t hers shouldn’t be done by her. She learned her lesson the hard way back then.
Now, seeing Sang Qiao behind her was like seeing her past self, which is why she wanted to help.
"Really? Well, I’m curious just how fearsome she can be," Sang Qiao raised an eyebrow.
"What are you mumbling about? Are you in cahoots with her?" The supervisor glanced over coldly.
The round-faced sweet girl immediately shut her mouth, returning to her original spot, not daring to make another sound.
Only then did the supervisor turn her gaze away from her, looking Sang Qiao up and down mockingly. Clearly, Sang Qiao’s clothes weren’t cheap.
"Playing dumb. If you really have a ’backer’ in the company, why not spill the beans? I would like to see who he is that makes you so arrogant."
"You have a lot of free time, huh? Managing everything and everyone, now even poking into others’ affairs." Sang Qiao looked up, meeting the supervisor’s eyes.
The supervisor felt provoked. Since she had taken the position of Eighth Floor Supervisor, no subordinate had ever dared to speak to her that way.
This intern before her had undoubtedly offended her completely!
"Fine, which department are you from? If I’m not qualified to deal with you, someone in your department surely is!"
"Oh, why don’t you find him yourself? Whether to photocopy or not, make sure to copy this one too and have it sent up to the president’s office."
Sang Qiao casually placed the contract with the misspelled signature on top of the stack of documents the supervisor was holding.
Then she strutted upstairs with swift steps, her figure decisive and without pause.
Leaving everyone in the photocopy room dumbfounded, it was the first time someone had dared to confront the Eighth Floor Supervisor, this old witch. They knew from past experience that when ordered about, they could only accept tasks that weren’t theirs with a bitter face.
Wait... did that woman say ’president’s office’?
Didn’t they remember Mr. Si not having any female assistants, only males?
The Eighth Floor Supervisor, looking at the character ’Sang’ on the contract, couldn’t help but have an unpleasant suspicion. With the surname Sang, a female, in the president’s office, could it be... Mr. Si’s girlfriend, Sang Qiao?
"...That couldn’t be Mr. Si’s sister, could it?" someone in the crowd ventured timidly.
"Are you dumb? Our president doesn’t have a sister, but he does have a girlfriend."
"I found it! That woman just now is Sang Qiao! Ah, what blindness I have, to not recognize Mount Tai. If I had known, I would have asked for an autograph. I would have never thought the president’s girlfriend would visit this lowly photocopy room."
"She was photocopying documents for Mr. Si and didn’t even cut in line; she didn’t put on any airs at all."
"Right, right, she’s really nice."
Listening to the discussions of the people around her, the supervisor was petrified, annoyed, "What are you all chattering about? There’s still time to chat while photocopying? Got too much free time, have we?"
Everyone instantly fell silent.
The Eighth Floor Supervisor tossed the stack of documents she was holding to the second person in line, "Photocopy these and bring them directly to my office."
The poor soul, who was reluctantly burdened with work not his own, muttered a resigned, "Alright."
The supervisor glared at him, cut in line to photocopy the president’s document, clacked away in her high heels, and felt extremely uneasy as she took the elevator.
Who would have thought that Mr. Si’s girlfriend would personally come down to photocopy documents and even queue up? She could just reveal her identity and boss someone around, couldn’t she? I really don’t know what Sang Qiao is thinking.
The supervisor truly regretted it so much that her guts turned green, she steeled herself and knocked on the door, "Knock, knock."
"Come in," a sweet female voice responded.
As soon as the supervisor entered, she saw the woman she had just reprimanded in the photocopy room sitting leisurely in Mr. Si’s office chair, twirling a pen.
Mr. Si stood next to her, examining documents. This scene made the supervisor frown uncontrollably.
Even if she is the girlfriend, this was just too capricious and pretentious. Couldn’t she just sit on the sofa? She had to sit in the office chair, disrupting Mr. Si’s work. Such a woman only relied on her few years of youth and good looks, acting all high and mighty.
Just wait until Mr. Si tires of her, she wouldn’t even know how to cry when he dumps her!
"What are you dazing off for?" Sang Qiao tapped the desk with her pen’s tip, urging without urgency.
The Eighth Floor Supervisor snapped back to reality, forced a smile, and placed the paper on the desk, "Your contract."
Sang Qiao reached for the paper, glanced at it to make sure there were no issues, and signed her name, Si Chenli, on it. She then pointed at the man beside her with her pen and slightly hooked her red lips.
"Here, this is my trophy boy. I am indeed busy hooking up with a man. He is also my department head. Go ahead and complain if you want, let him take care of me."
Hearing these words, Si Chenli’s hand, which was holding the contract, paused slightly, and he glanced at the young girl.
She held the pen with an air of complacency, tilting her head as she looked at the woman who had come up from the photocopy room. Si Chenli had to admit that the certainty she showed, convinced he would always side with her, pleased him deeply.
The Eighth Floor Supervisor, frightened stiff by this speech, forced a laugh, "Mr. Si, Miss Sang misunderstood. The words downstairs were an involuntary error, and I hope Miss Sang can be magnanimous."
"Would you apologize if it were someone else? As a manager, you lead by poor example, only exploiting your subordinates and failing to set any good lead. Tell me, are you still suitable for this position?"
Sang Qiao looked meaningfully at the supervisor. She was aware that anyone who had climbed to this management position had some capability and wouldn’t be demoted just because of a few words from someone else.
It was just a matter of giving her a stern warning so that she wouldn’t repeat her mistake.
"Miss Sang, I am in the wrong. I shouldn’t always dump my workload on others. I will change."
The supervisor was so scared she nearly knelt on the spot. The managerial position at Si Group was both her prestige and high-income source; she did not want to be demoted at any cost.
"Let there be no next time."
"Yes, I will definitely adhere to my duties from now on. Thank you, Miss Sang, for your forgiveness."
The supervisor apologized very quickly, but internally she was extremely unreconciled. She had not expected a man like Mr. Si to say nothing and let his little girlfriend make the decision to punish her.
Although there was no material punishment, being reprimanded by a woman more than ten years her junior left her feeling utterly disgraced.
"Please leave," Sang Qiao waved her off, too lazy to say anything more.
"Just sit here and wait for me," Si Chenli said, putting the last contract beside her hand before striding off.
"Okay," Sang Qiao replied, signing the last document and then leaning back in the office chair, spinning around.
Outside the office
Si Chenli instructed his assistant to find out what had happened downstairs. Soon enough, an answer was delivered, along with the discovery of the Eighth Floor Supervisor’s regular exploitation of the staff’s workload.
Worst of all were the employees of the eighth-floor department, who constantly complained and rarely had an easy day unless they curried favor and brought gifts to the Eighth Floor Supervisor.
