CHAPTER 387: CHAPTER 385: SNEAK OFF

Back in the group chat, she looked at Director Li’s message that read, "I’m not that immoral," and Wen Qiao really wanted to say, "Haven’t you done enough immoral things anyway?"

Then she remembered how she got a yellow card for her "improper remarks" that challenged Director Li’s fragile authority during the last recording, and she silently deleted the line she had typed.

This she couldn’t curse, that she couldn’t say.

Wen Qiao felt extremely stifled.

She vigorously tapped open Fu Jinghen’s WeChat and, after sending several "rage-filled" emojis, she typed out a message and sent it—

[Qiaoqiao’s not full: How exactly are you fulfilling your role as an uncle? Qi Ming is being spoiled rotten by you, do you know that? I’m really angry!]

Wen Qiao sent this message to Fu Jinghen during a break from filming, while he was sitting in a meeting room, listening to the various departments present their dry and tedious work reports.

FS holds two high-level meetings each week, one on Monday for work planning, and one on Friday for work summarization.

And at this moment, Fu Jinghen, seated at the main position, looked serious and attentive but had actually started to daydream.

Everyone who works at FS is a top talent graduated from prestigious schools, and the department heads are even more so one in a thousand. Their work reports are extremely concise, with not a single word wasted.

The work reports that usually seemed quite pleasing to the ear somehow couldn’t hold his attention now.

For some reason, Wen Qiao’s incessant and tireless chattering began to replay automatically in his mind.

The young woman’s voice was crisp and clear, like a refreshing spring, making one feel at ease just by listening to it, no matter what she was saying.

Compared to the booming voices of these big bosses around, hers was simply divine.

Thinking this, Fu Jinghen unconsciously looked a bit disdainful.

After the marketing manager finished his report, he looked toward Fu Jinghen, waiting for his evaluation, but no matter how long he waited, nearly two minutes passed and Fu Jinghen gave no response.

He couldn’t help but become curious.

Usually, at every meeting, no matter the quality, Fu Jinghen would immediately give feedback after their presentations. What was different this time?

Seeing Fu Jinghen’s furrowed brow, a sudden jolt of anxiety struck him, and he frantically replayed his work report in his mind to see if there was a colossal mistake somewhere.

When was the last time they saw their dear President Fu frown?

It seems...

Damn.

He couldn’t remember.

And it wasn’t just him. Seeing this, the others in the meeting room also started to feel uneasy.

Though he wore the "President" title, Fu Jinghen didn’t have the explosive temper typical of a domineering CEO who’d frequently slam tables or kick chairs. He usually treated his subordinates in a mild manner.

However, everyone at FS knew that while President Fu seemed approachable, that was just on the surface.

In actuality, he was decisive and firm.

How could a man who managed to promptly get those old fossils in the boardroom, who were otherwise impossible to persuade, to fall in line and firmly occupy the top position at FS, and also lead FS to another peak, be an ordinary person?

Now, seeing him suddenly frown, everyone started to feel nervous.

The marketing manager felt his skin crawl under Fu Jinghen’s gaze. He even considered grabbing the folder on the table to shield himself from Fu Jinghen’s penetrating stare.