After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 10

“If there is nothing else, everyone can dismiss,” Song Yu said.

“Alright.” Ji Mingsui 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: Over to you.

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

“Mingsui, please stay behind for a moment, I have something to tell you,” Ying Man called out to Ji Mingsui.

Ji Mingsui guessed what Ying Man was about to say to her.

Ying Man was the company’s HR manager, and every time she spoke to someone alone, the conversation was either about persuading them to resign or firing them.

Doubtfully, Ji Mingsui knit her brows. She glanced at Ying Man first, and then immediately looked over at Song Yu.

Song Yu pursed her lips.

Ji Mingsui certainly had every right to be confused.

If she were in Ji Mingsui’s shoes, she would be confused too.

Ji Mingsui was the company’s top salesperson the equivalent of 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 story made its way onto the internet, netizens would definitely collectively mock them for having a broken brain and being mentally unhinged.

But for freedom!

She absolutely had to fire Ji Mingsui today.

Thus, Song Yu ignored Ji Mingsui’s bewildered look. Tucking her chin up and holding her tablet computer, she lifted her feet and walked out of the conference room.

After returning to her workstation and sitting down firmly, Song Yu stared in the direction of the conference room, feeling rather anxious in her heart.

Ji Mingsui was the kind of person who was incredibly adept at utilizing the law, morality, public opinion, connections, power, and schemes to fiercely protect her own reasonable, or even unreasonable, rights.

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

Song Yu twirled the signature pen in her hand.

She had made up her mind.

If she really could not manage to fire Ji Mingsui, then she would leave with nothing and hand this entire company over to her.

Although she had been kept by Ji Mingsui for eleven years and possessed very little social experience, she still knew that when breaking up with a deeply calculating person like Ji Mingsui, it was impossible to escape without having a layer of skin flayed off.

So let her flay it.

Ji Mingsui could flay her however she pleased.

Even if she had to have three layers of skin ripped away by Ji Mingsui, and even if she had to give the very last penny in her pocket to Ji Mingsui, she was determined to break free from her control.

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

Contrary to the expected massive screaming match, disappointment, or depression, Ji Mingsui appeared exceptionally calm, and her emotions were highly stable.

Song Yu began to murmur suspiciously to herself in her heart.

Did Ying Man actually succeed in firing Ji Mingsui or not?

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

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

The moment she brushed shoulders with Ji Mingsui, Song Yu smelled the citrus fragrance on her body once again.

It was very rich.

She glanced sideways at Ji Mingsui.

Ji Mingsui was bundled up tightly. Aside from her face, the only exposed skin left on the outside was a section of her neck.

Gazing at Ji Mingsui’s fair and tender neck, Song Yu suppressed a fierce urge to bite right into it and swallowed hard.

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

First, she looked with slight surprise at Song Yu, whose expression was a bit fierce, and then she curled the corners of her mouth, flashing a gentle smile at Song Yu.

This gentle smile seemed to express goodwill.

Song Yu was stunned.

She had just fired Ji Mingsui, yet instead of opening her mouth to curse her out, Ji Mingsui was actually showing her goodwill.

What on earth was going on here?

Completely bewildered, Song Yu walked into the conference room.

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

Ying Man said to Song Yu, “Ji Mingsui wants two months’ salary as compensation.”

Song Yu felt a surge of joy in her heart, “Pay it to her.”

“Don’t celebrate too early just yet,” Ying Man said to Song Yu. “Ji Mingsui said she will only leave the company once she receives this month’s bonus.”

Ji Mingsui had closed two massive deals this month.

The bonus totaled 120,000 yuan.

Song Yu said, “Give her the bonus.”

“Issue it immediately.”

She was impatient, “And then have her pack her things and leave the company right now.”

“With what money are we going to issue it?” Ying Man tilted her head.

She spread her hands open to Song Yu and said, “I just double-checked with finance. Our company only has 40,000 yuan left in its account right now.”

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

Song Yu froze.

Only 40,000 yuan?

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

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

When she spent money back then, it wasn’t a matter of spending until there was no money left in her card, but rather spending until her fingers ached and she was too lazy to type her payment password anymore.

Because when she was being kept by Ji Mingsui, her card always had money in it—so much that it could never be spent entirely.

Suddenly being informed that the company’s account only had 40,000 yuan remaining, Song Yu was actually dazed for a moment.

She had never fought such a poverty-stricken battle in her past life.

Song Yu reacted for a few dozen seconds before she managed to come up with an idea, “What if I go borrow some money?”

“Something like a mortgage loan.”

Ying Man asked in return, “What are you going to use as collateral?”

“Are you going to use that tiny, broken apartment you rented with a one-month deposit and three months’ rent advance? Or are you going to use that little broken car of yours that constantly breaks down?”

She reminded Song Yu, “Furthermore, in order to open this company, not only did you burn through all of your savings, but your credit card is also overdrawn by 90,000 yuan.”

Song Yu frowned.

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

Which meant her actual assets right now were minus 50,000 yuan.

It wasn’t the destitute state she had imagined.

Instead, it was an even more miserable, debt-ridden reality!

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