Madam Li’s Identity Is Exposed Again!

“But it’s a good thing we got a new boss, at least now Fatty Fish can’t exploit us by pulling rank as the lady boss’s relative anymore.”

After hearing her, Chi Enen also thought it was a good thing and she curled up the corner of her mouth, adding, “The most important thing is, the salary has gone up.”

With a higher salary, she could save some money for when Baby Chi goes to primary school. She could also buy Baby Chi a few more sets of clothes, shoes. As for the boss changing, that’s for the company executives to worry about. For a shrimp like her, it didn’t matter who the boss was.

“You’re all about salary, salary. It’s like you’ve got your eyes set only on money. Oh right, your Baby Chi yesterday…” Qin Nan was about to have a casual chat with her.

Suddenly, a noise accompanied by an annoying voice followed.

“Miss Xie, be careful, the floor is slippery.”

This voice, Chi Enen had heard for nearly three months, and she didn’t need to see the person to know who it was—Fatty Fish!

Sure enough, a skinny and sleazy figure appeared. He was probably in his mid- forties, so lean that his clothes hung loose on him, yet his head was a bit bigger than the average person’s, making him look like an oversized chin. He looked comical, like a toothpick skewered with a potato.

At this moment, he was obsequiously guarding a tall beauty adorned in luxury goods, who walked in pinching her nose as if there were some kind of virus inside, her face full of contempt as she complained, “Why are there so many people?”

“Uh…” Her question was so bizarre that even Fatty Fish, skilled in flattery, was stunned for a moment before responding carefully, “Working hours are about to start, everyone’s come in, so there are more people. Would Miss Xie like to sit in my office for a while? My office is more spacious.”

Xie Tingting furrowed her brows and haughtily lifted her chin, “I don’t have that International Time. Which show is your radio station’s most listened to? Take me there.”

“Miss Xie, please follow me.”

Fatty Fish lead her to where Chi Enen and Qin Nan were standing and, with a fawning tone, introduced, “This is our radio station’s show with the highest listenership, with the emcee and screenwriter director.”

Turning his head, he instantly changed his expression, urging impatiently, “Enen, Nan, say hello to Miss Xie.”

Qin Nan and Chi Enen had no idea which ‘Miss Xie’ he was referring to, but not wanting to cause trouble, they perfunctorily greeted her.

Xie Tingting, who was usually coddled and treated with utmost care, could not fail to notice the insincerity from Qin Nan and Chi Enen. Immediately filled with anger, wanting to lash out but mindful of the crowd, she restrained herself, though her face showed her displeasure as she flung a stack of papers at Chi Enen.

“Take it, I want you to do an interview with me. These are the terms, and you better read each one carefully; I don’t want any questions I’m not willing to answer.”

The tone of this top-down command was uncomfortable to hear.

Chi Enen frowned slightly without taking them, her gaze turning to Fatty Fish beside her as she said, “Big Boss, we’re an Interactive Fun Show, suddenly switching to an interview doesn’t seem quite right, does it?”

Fatty Fish of course knew it wasn’t right, but his current priority was to ingratiate himself with the influential figure’s lover. Unable to concern himself with that, he immediately darkened his face and scolded in a low voice, “If I tell you to do it, you do it!”

Chi Enen really wanted to throw the papers in his face and say she quit, but remembering the imminent salary increase and her precious son at home waiting to be fed, she clenched her teeth, forced a smile, took the papers that Xie Tingting handed over, and said, “I understand.”