Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

The man’s hand flew quickly across the keyboard with a tapping sound. One code after another was entered into the computer. He narrowed his eyes, and his gaze was relaxed as though he was casually playing a game.

His confidence was convincing even though the results could not be seen yet.

A few minutes later…

“Yes!!”

The technicians around him excitedly jumped up from their seats and clapped their hands in celebration.

Xiang Hao’s eyes lit up as he looked at Song Wenchuan who was lazing in his chair. “Has it been resolved?”

If not, the technicians would not be that happy, right?

The technicians nodded their heads, “Yes!”

“President Song is amazing!”

“Wow, who knew the President was so skilled. It’s lucky you were here; otherwise, we would have been no help.”

Song Wenchuan laughed and knocked on the desk. “Go fetch me a glass of water.”

Xiang Hao said, “Okay”, and quickly scurried away.

For some reason, the current President Song looked relaxed but his gaze made one’s heart tremble.

“Are you guys really happy?”

Xiang Hao quickly returned with a glass of water and he placed it beside Song Wenchuan’s hand with respect.

He placed the glass to his lips and took a sip as he looked at the happy technicians.

“The company pays you a generous salary, yet you can’t even fix a firewall. If I have to do everything, what’s your purpose? Huh?”

The man sat there calmly with a smirk as he looked at the embarrassed group.

“President Song, they—”

Xiang Hao wanted to speak up for them, but he was immediately rendered speechless by the man’s sharp gaze.

“Your end-of-year bonuses will be halved. Go home and reflect on yourselves. If this happens again, then you better prepare a resignation letter.”

His attitude was tough as the office’s atmosphere grew tense. The relaxed vibe was immediately gone.

Xiang Hao wanted to say that this wasn’t too good, but then he saw the man sitting in the wheelchair with a smirk as he looked at each person. “What? Do you have an opinion?”

“No…”

“No, I don’t.”

“My skills are indeed limited. You were right, President Song. I will go home and study hard.”

President Song resolved the matter which had stressed them for so long.

His skill level was far beyond theirs.

This time, they had indeed been of no help. If President Song hadn’t pulled them out of this crisis singlehandedly, the consequences would have been dire.

Xiang Hao listened and his respect for Song Wenchuan grew.

Although he was frightening, he was indeed impressive!

After handling this matter, Song Wenchuan furrowed his brows and felt a little sleepy.

He squinted his eyes. “Push me to the nap room. I’m going to get some sleep.”

“Yes!” Xiang Hao did not forget that his boss was still a patient; the car accident from two months ago almost took his life.

…

This nap felt extremely long for Song Wenchuan. When he woke up, he discovered he was lying in bed.

The familiar light above his head told him one thing: he had fallen unconscious again.

The nap room was very peaceful. All he heard was the sound of his own breathing.

His heart beat quickly and his head felt heavy. He furrowed his brows and sat up.

His mouth was dry so he reached out his hand to grab the glass of water on his bedside table. As he grabbed the glass, he noticed a note underneath it and suddenly paused.

The handwriting on the note was strong and full of vigor.

‘To: Song. No need to thank me…’

His heart immediately sank.

“Xiang Hao!”