Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan-Chapter 148 - : Latecomer’s Capture, Training Choi Yun

Chapter 148: Latecomer’s Capture, Training Choi Yun

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Half an hour later, Shen Wan said, “We’ve arrived.”

The man in the passenger seat, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. “Thank you.”

He didn’t say more, adjusted his collar neatly, and got out of the car swiftly as if the assertive Shen Qian from not long ago had been a mere illusion.

After he left, Shen Wan forcefully pulled off the bracelet and tossed it onto the passenger seat, no longer concealing the suppressed disgust and anger in her eyes.

Shen Qian!

At exactly 8:00 AM, Mingya Advertising Company.

“Good morning, President Shen.”

“President Shen…”

Shen Wan smiled lightly and nodded in response. “Good morning.” 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝙚𝒘𝙚𝙗𝙣𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝙘𝒐𝓶

“Look, she’s changed into another outfit again. An Altuzarra V-neck blouse paired with a TY-LR pencil skirt. She exudes an aura of 1.8 meters!”

“I wonder how huge President Shen’s wardrobe is.”

“She hasn’t repeated an outfit for two weeks straight. This fashion sense is suffocating.”

“Envious, huh? Envy won’t help; let’s go grab breakfast.”

“…Okay.”

8:25 AM.

Shen Wan stepped out of her office and stood by the entrance where employees clocked in, facing the front desk.

Miao Miao saw her glance over and quickly smiled. “President Shen, is there anything you need help with?”

“Call Manager Choi over.”

“Of course.”

Soon, Choi Yun hurried over, looking a bit flustered. Why is she at the company’s entrance? She glanced at Miao Miao, who subtly shook her head, indicating that she didn’t know either.

“President Shen…”

“It’s now 8:28 AM, with just two minutes left until the official start of the workday…”

Choi Yun’s heart skipped a beat, and she had an ominous feeling, as expected

Shen Wan continued, “Out of the 32 employees, only 25 are currently in their offices preparing to work. In other words, seven people are still absent. Manager Choi, could you please tell me who these seven individuals are?”

Choi Yun lowered her head in embarrassment and said, “I’m sorry, I… don’t know.”

“Don’t know?” Shen Wan said those two words without any deliberate emphasis, but in the instant they left her mouth, they carried the force of a thunderstorm, crashing down on Choi Yun. Even Miao Miao, who was somewhat removed from the epicenter, couldn’t help but shiver, her upper teeth grazing her lower lip, nearly drawing blood.

Choi Yun felt her scalp tingle, and a chill ran down her spine as a cold shiver shot from her feet to her head.

“As the HR manager of Mingya, not only have you failed to establish effective performance standards, but you’ve also turned a blind eye to the most basic issues like lateness and early departures. What use is it to the company to pay you a high salary? How does your value compare to the janitors in this building?”

The words were delivered with a notable lack of courtesy.

Choi Yun felt a mix of embarrassment and anger. Her strong sense of pride made her cheeks flush. “President Shen, I do bear a share of responsibility for this matter, but that doesn’t give you the right to insult me so casually.” “Insult?” Shen Wan sneered. “It’s precisely 8:30 AM right now. Since you don’t know, allow me to enlighten you about the seven individuals who are late. Liu Yi, Lin Li…” She listed all seven names in one breath. Choi Yun’s complexion grew increasingly unpleasant, nearing a ghostly white by the end.

Shen Wan stepped forward, leveraging her height advantage, and cast a condescending look at her. “Do you still think this is an insult? Even if it is, it’s self-inflicted!”

Choi Yun swayed for a moment, and Shen Wan reached out to steady her. “The show isn’t over yet. Watch closely.”

Ding—

The elevator arrived, and a woman stepped out, her high heels rhythmically tapping the floor, neither hurried nor slow, with a composed and deliberate pace.

“President Shen?! Sister Choi?! What’s going on…”

Shen Wan gave Choi Yun a cold, sweeping look, and Choi Yun snapped to attention as if pricked by a needle. She straightened her back, displaying a hint of authority in her expression. “Liu Yi, you’re late..”