After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor - Chapter 10 - The Fierce Madam Isn't Fierce?

Han Qian lay down early, utterly exhausted, and fell asleep the moment he closed his eyes. Meanwhile, Wen Nuan, lying in the master bedroom, fiddled with Han Qian’s antique phone. As she looked at the two numbers on the screen, she recalled the reaction of the person on the other end when she answered the call. Something felt off. Could it be that Han Qian had someone else outside? Had he started seeing someone even before their divorce was finalized?

Though she wasn’t particularly fond of Han Qian, how could he have someone new just two days after their divorce? The more Wen Nuan thought about it, the more unsettled she became. She dialed one of the numbers, and the call was answered immediately. Her previously displeased expression transformed as she squinted her eyes and smiled.

“Supervisor Li, I’m sorry to bother you so late. You’re not asleep yet, are you?”

How could the company’s general manager admit to being asleep? The person on the other end quickly assured her they were still awake. Wen Nuan continued with a smile.

“I heard you recently applied for annual leave but were denied. Is there something going on at home? Oh, I see. Well, tomorrow is Saturday, and with Sunday included, you can take two more days off. Is that enough? If not, you can come to the office tomorrow, wrap up your tasks, and I’ll approve your leave request.”

After some small talk, Wen Nuan got to the point.

“Supervisor Li, I heard your spouse works in telecommunications. Could you help me check a number? No rush, just let me know when you have time. I just need to know who the phone number is registered to.”

After hanging up, Wen Nuan’s expression reverted to its earlier state. About half an hour later, Supervisor Li called back. To secure her leave, she had sent her husband to the company in the middle of the night to check the number’s owner. Unfortunately, the number had high-level access restrictions, and they couldn’t find out who it belonged to. Supervisor Li nervously informed Vice President Wen of the situation, but her leave was still granted, though it only amounted to four days including the weekend.

Sitting on the bed, Wen Nuan muttered to herself as she looked at the phone number.

“This poker-like number is actually a premium user?”

The weekend passed uneventfully. Wen Nuan reverted to her married demeanor, locking herself in her room to focus on work. The local authorities wanted several companies to bid on a piece of land-an old neighborhood. Both the Investment Department and the Risk Department calculated that it would be a loss. Wen Nuan was worried that this land would be forcibly assigned to Changxiang.

Han Qian, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered with Wen Nuan. He spent his time on the first floor researching the materials he needed. In the afternoons, he would exercise, though no one wanted to play ball with him. The young guys playing felt like he was just there to show off.

These two days felt like an eternity for Han Qian. He wasn’t wasting a single minute now. The pressure of a four-million-a-year debt made it hard for him to breathe, but it also gave him a sense of excitement and challenge. Proud Han Qian had confidence in himself, but confidence couldn’t be eaten. He had to take things step by step.

On Monday morning, Wen Nuan hurriedly ate breakfast and went to work. As she left, she asked Han Qian if he needed a ride. He shook his head, saying it wasn’t on her way. It seemed like her mother-in-law had truly forgotten about her beautiful daughter; there hadn’t been a single call, nor had Wen Nuan received any calls in the past two days.

Han Qian found himself puzzled. It was one thing for his mother-in-law not to call, but even the guy overseas hadn’t reached out. Had Wen Nuan really blocked him? What was she up to now? Little did he know, across the ocean, a man lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, equally baffled by Wen Nuan’s actions. How could she just block him like that? When he called Aunt Li, he was told that the young couple had gone to make up for their honeymoon.

Lin Zongheng nearly choked with anger. When he returned to the country, he would definitely deal with Han Qian first. How could he let this country bumpkin beat him to it?

On his next visit to the company, Han Qian had wised up. He no longer crossed the plaza in front of Rongyao Group’s main entrance. He might actually get run over by that tigress. In his three years with Wen Nuan, Han Qian had learned the difference between the wealthy and the not-so-wealthy, and he had developed a slight aversion to beautiful women. Those polished ladies outside might very well be like Wen Nuan at home.

Wen Nuan had once said that ninety percent of single women living alone were like that.

That statement shattered all the beautiful illusions Han Qian had in his mind.

He walked safely through Rongyao’s doors. The company’s employees were arriving for work. Dressed in his suit again, Han Qian looked more handsome. At the reception, he presented his ID to collect his employment contract. After signing it, the receptionist placed a candy on the contract and smiled with squinted eyes.

“Welcome to Rongyao Group. This candy is a welcome gift from the company, symbolizing the sweetness of working here and leaving behind the bitterness of yesterday.”

The receptionist had a round, cute face. Just as Han Qian was about to respond with a smile, a cold reprimand came from behind him.

“Is everyone so idle? Is all your work done? If you have nothing to do, run around the company twenty times. Don’t sit around getting potbellies and ruining the company’s image.”

Han Qian turned, leaning against the reception desk, watching Yan Qingqing scold the employees. In her pale yellow pencil skirt, eight-centimeter heels, and wine-red hair, she looked less like a general manager and more like a mistress kept by someone. Gradually, the smile faded from Han Qian’s lips as Yan Qingqing approached him.

He had to admit, she was stunning, alluring, like a bewitching fox. But unfortunately, this fox had a mouth.

“Don’t know what to do? If you don’t know, go clean the toilets. Don’t stand here being an eyesore. Standing at the reception won’t earn you an extra penny.”

This woman must be on her period. Han Qian, adhering to the principle that a wise man doesn’t argue with women, turned to leave. But as soon as he took a step, Yan Qingqing grabbed his arm, snatched the contract from his hand, glanced at it, and then unleashed a storm of reprimands on the receptionist. The young woman, unsure of what she had done wrong, kept her head down, eyes red, not daring to retort.

“Planning Department? Who said Han Qian was going to the Planning Department? How many times have I told you, General Affairs Department, General Affairs Department! Han Qian, report to the General Affairs Department. Your contract will be sent to you shortly. Don’t be an eyesore here. I’m in a foul mood today!”

Only one percent of Yan Qingqing’s bad mood was because of Han Qian; the remaining ninety-nine percent was due to the government-tendered land. Whoever took on that project would lose money, and Yan Qingqing feared losses the most.

Han Qian took a deep breath.

“Miss Yan, I applied for a position in the Planning Department, and now you’re sending me to General Affairs…”

“The salary in General Affairs is a thousand more than in Planning, and bonuses remain the same.”

“Alright, Miss Yan. By the way, you’re about to have a wardrobe malfunction.”

“I’m wearing safety shorts, now get lost.”

He had intended to embarrass her, but who knew she would be so fierce?

After Han Qian left, Yan Qingqing’s temper seemed to improve. Having vented, she felt much better. She tapped the reception desk and said coldly.

“Why are you crying? If crying worked, I could cry for a month. Go to finance, collect a two-hundred bonus, and take a two-hour break. Don’t let it affect your work.”

The young woman broke into a smile through her tears.

This was why Yan Qingqing could throw tantrums at the company without being disliked by the employees. When mistakes were made, she would scold mercilessly, but afterward, she would find ways to make amends. The company’s evaluation of Miss Yan was that she had a sharp tongue but a soft heart. A young woman in her twenties managing a company under immense pressure-it’s a wonder she hadn’t broken down, and she still thought about securing benefits for them.

As Yan Qingqing stepped into the elevator, she sighed. What to do next?