After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 10

Song Yu said, “If there’s nothing else, meeting adjourned.”

“Alright.” Ji Minghui closed the documents in her hands.

Shen Lanxi stretched, stood up, and walked out of the conference room.

Song Yu gave Ying Man a meaningful look. I’m leaving it to you.

Ying Man arched an eyebrow back at Song Yu: Don’t worry.

“Minghui, stay for a moment. I have something to discuss with you,” Ying Man called out, stopping Ji Minghui.

Ji Minghui guessed what Ying Man wanted to say to her.

Ying Man was the company’s HR manager. Every time she pulled someone aside for a private talk, it was either to persuade them to resign or to fire them.

Ji Minghui knit her brows in confusion. She glanced first at Ying Man, then looked toward Song Yu.

Song Yu pursed her lips.

It was only natural for Ji Minghui to be confused.

If she were Ji Minghui, she would be confused too.

Ji Minghui was the top salesperson in the company, essentially the company’s main artery.

If any company or any boss fired their top salesperson and severed their main artery for personal reasons, and that news got onto the internet, netizens would collectively mock them for being brain-dead or mentally unstable.

But for the sake of freedom!

She had to fire Ji Minghui today.

Thus, Song Yu ignored Ji Minghui’s bewildered gaze. She lifted her chin, grabbed her tablet, and strode out of the conference room.

Once she was back at her workstation and settled in, Song Yu stared toward the conference room, feeling a bit apprehensive.

Ji Minghui was the type of person who was highly skilled at using the law, morality, public opinion, connections, power, and various schemes to vigorously defend her rights, even the unreasonable ones.

In other words, even though she was the boss of the company, she might not necessarily succeed in firing Ji Minghui today.

Song Yu twirled the pen in her hand.

She had made up her mind.

If she truly couldn’t fire Ji Minghui, she would leave the company with nothing and hand the whole business over to her.

Although she had been supported by Ji Minghui for eleven years and had very little social experience, she knew that breaking up with someone as calculating as Ji Minghui without losing a layer of skin was impossible.

So, let her skin be flayed.

Ji Minghui could take whatever she wanted.

Even if she had to lose three layers of skin and give Ji Minghui every last cent in her pocket, she was determined to break free from Ji Minghui’s control.

Twenty minutes later, Ji Minghui walked out of the conference room.

Contrary to the expected shouting, disappointment, or gloom, Ji Minghui appeared very calm, and her emotions were stable.

Song Yu began to mutter to herself inwardly.

Did Ying Man actually succeed in firing her or not?

Just then, Ying Man poked her head out of the conference room. She raised her hand and hooked her finger at Song Yu.

“Coming,” Song Yu responded, standing up and heading toward the room.

The moment she brushed past Ji Minghui, Song Yu smelled that citrus scent on her again.

It was very potent.

She glanced sideways at Ji Minghui.

Ji Minghui was bundled up tightly, aside from her face, the only exposed skin was a section of her neck.

Staring at Ji Minghui’s fair, tender neck, Song Yu forced down the urge to bite it and swallowed hard.

Sensing Song Yu’s gaze, Ji Minghui turned her head.

She first looked with surprise at Song Yu’s slightly fierce expression, then curled the corners of her mouth into a gentle smile.

That gentle smile seemed to express goodwill.

Song Yu froze.

She had just fired Ji Minghui, yet instead of cursing her out, Ji Minghui was actually showing her kindness.

What on earth was going on?

Utterly baffled, Song Yu walked into the conference room.

She sat down next to Ying Man and asked urgently, “What’s the situation?”

Ying Man said to her, “Ji Minghui wants two months’ salary as compensation.”

Song Yu felt a surge of joy. “Pay her.”

“Don’t get happy too soon,” Ying Man told her. “Ji Minghui said she won’t leave the company until she receives this month’s bonus.”

Ji Minghui had closed two major deals this month.

The bonus totaled 120,000 yuan.

Song Yu said, “Give her the bonus.”

“Give it to her immediately.”

She couldn’t wait. “Then have her pack her things and leave the company right now.”

“With what money?” Ying Man tilted her head.

She spread her hands and said to Song Yu, “I just confirmed with Finance. Our company only has 40,000 yuan left in the accounts.”

“It’s not enough to pay Ji Minghui’s bonus.”

Song Yu was stunned.

Only 40,000 yuan?

That wasn’t even enough to buy a decent designer bag.

During the eleven years she spent with Ji Minghui, she had never lacked money.

Back then, she didn’t spend money until the card was empty, she spent until her fingers were sore and she was too lazy to type in the payment password.

Because when she was being taken care of by Ji Minghui, there was always money in her card, more than she could ever finish spending.

Suddenly being told that the company account only had 40,000 yuan left, Song Yu was momentarily paralyzed.

She hadn’t fought such a “poor man’s war” in her previous life.

It took Song Yu dozens of seconds to react before she came up with an idea. “What if I borrow some money?”

“Like a mortgage or a loan?”

Ying Man shot back, “Using what as collateral?”

“That shabby little apartment you’re renting month to month? Or that beat-up car of yours that’s always breaking down?”

She reminded Song Yu, “Furthermore, to start this company, you’ve not only exhausted all your savings, but your credit card is also overdrawn by 90,000 yuan.”

Song Yu frowned.

She originally thought she was just poor with only 40,000 yuan left, but she didn’t realize she still owed the bank 90,000 yuan.

In other words, her actual assets were negative 50,000 yuan.

It wasn’t just the destitution she imagined.

It was the even more miserable state of being heavily in debt!