My Life with Narration-Chapter 332 - 329: The Matchmaker Is Laid Off

The time swiftly moved to Thursday, and now it’s thoroughly the end of August.

Come September, the temperature will remain high for a few more days. This period is often when college students undergo military training every year, which is quite tough, but the temperature will gradually drop. After the solar term ’White Dew’, the weather will noticeably cool down, and by the time ’Autumn Equinox’ arrives, the temperature will be just right.

After October, once ’Cold Dew’ passes, the temperature will drop, and you’ll need to wear a coat in the mornings and evenings, as it slowly transitions to winter.

Of course, different regions have different temperatures, but at least in Jiang City, a northern city, it’s like this.

Jiang City isn’t in the northeast, but the winters aren’t warm either. It also snows, but it’s not like the northeast where it can drop to tens of degrees below zero, so overall, it’s manageable.

However, he still prefers Yunnan, not because of the various mushrooms there, but because the climate is nice. If he gets a chance, he definitely wants to visit.

At this moment, Su Qing is operating the stock market in Shen Yi’s office.

He doesn’t have much work now, and as for the self-media short videos, although Da Huang is not around, he can still post some stored footage.

The effect isn’t as good, but since Da Huang isn’t here, he doesn’t even need shooting materials. Every day, besides watching the stock market and drinking tea, he’s just serving Aunt Shen at the company.

He wonders if it’s because of his good skills that Shen Yi is in a better mood. Anyway, Shen Yi’s complexion has been improving these past couple of days.

The two of them were sitting opposite each other at the same desk, each dealing with their own work on their computers.

Just then, Su Qing suddenly felt someone kicking him under the table. He sighed, turned his head, and looked across, asking:

"What’s wrong again, my dear grandmother?"

Shen Yi remained still, staring at the computer, one hand supporting her chin and the other clicking on the mouse, looking at a proposal, very focused.

If it weren’t for the foot under the table still kicking him, he almost thought he felt it wrong.

This wasn’t the first time since he moved his workspace into Shen Yi’s office. Shen Yi’s biggest fun every day was ordering him around, bringing tea and water like family meals. If there weren’t so many people in the company, she might have even asked him to massage her legs and feet.

The reason for her interest? One, novelty; two, she couldn’t boss him around at home.

At the company, she’s the boss; after work, they’re neighbors. Why should he serve her tea and water?

He serves her at work because of that year-end bonus. If she regrets it at the end of the year, it would somewhat feel like drawing a big pie.

But after thinking about it, even without that year-end bonus, twenty thousand a month isn’t little.

Just because he’s earning big money doesn’t mean he should look down on a high salary of twenty thousand a month. That’s not right.

But as his pocket money grew, he naturally gained some superiority.

If just graduated or three months ago, for twenty thousand a month, not just serving tea and water, he’d even wash bitter tea seeds for her. But now he has money, he doesn’t care as much, mainly keeping busy because of his relationship with Shen Yi.

If it were a stranger, not to mention twenty thousand a month, even 200,000, 2 million... 2 million is okay, he’s not that lofty, but strangers couldn’t afford him at that price.

Faced with his question, Shen Yi didn’t respond, not even lifting an eyelash, but the foot under the table continued kicking his calf.

Lately, he doesn’t know why, but Shen Yi likes to hint at him with her foot. If someone didn’t know, they might think the boss was sexually harassing a subordinate. Luckily, Shen Yi was wearing shoes; barefoot would be too much.

Feeling the impact on his leg, Su Qing could only ask again, "Say something, are you mute? Why do you keep kicking me?"

Finally, Shen Yi gave him a glance, pouting, "Thirsty, want some water!"

"If you want water, just say it. Why kick me!" Su Qing got up, grumbling as he went to get water.

"You’re my secretary, aren’t you supposed to learn to read expressions and gestures? Do I really need to speak my needs?" Shen Yi complained.

Hearing this, Su Qing was immediately fuming, downing the water meant for Shen Yi himself.

"I might be your secretary, but I’m not a worm in your stomach. If you don’t say, how would I know?"

"If I have to say everything out loud, then what’s the use of having you as a secretary?"

"Sis, these words sound familiar. This trick must be for training a boyfriend, right? My studies may not be good, but I did attend college."

Women often say these things to their boyfriends, especially during holidays when giving gifts.

Boy: What do you want? Just tell me.

Girl: If I tell you, what’s the point of the gift? I want you to give it to me without me saying a word!

Boy: If you don’t tell me, how would I know what to give?

Girl: If I say it, where’s the surprise?

In short, it’s this kind of flow. In simple terms, the two people aren’t on the same channel.

Shen Yi blushed, but then corrected him sternly, "Nonsense, this is the secretary’s job. The boss just needs a glance, and the secretary should know whether to serve tea or pour water. Don’t you understand reading expressions and gestures?"

"Understand? Of course, I do. Basically, it means if you wiggle your butt, I should know if it’s diarrhea or solid."

"Get lost!" Hearing this, Shen Yi immediately glared at him.

Such vulgar words, after all, she is a woman. Talking about bowel movements? Isn’t that just asking for a beating?

"Didn’t you say it? Learn to read expressions and gestures. I think if I can tell what you’re doing just by watching your butt move, I’ve passed!" Su Qing retorted.

This made Shen Yi’s chest ache, and given its size, it seemed even bigger now.

"I’m your boss, so what I say goes."

"Then I quit. Calculate my wages by the day, I’ll deduct it myself!"

"Don’t you dare!" Shen Yi stood up and glared at him.

But Su Qing didn’t care at all. He went straight to the sofa, sat down, and stubbornly said, "What am I afraid of? If the boss doesn’t listen, I’ll resign! Anyway, I have the salary in my hands!

I’ve had enough, too frustrated, I’ll report to the police station tomorrow!"

So far this week, he hasn’t been to the police station yet. Mainly because there were no major breakthroughs over there. Although he didn’t go, Du Qiang is a very sharing person, and since Su Qing is one of their own, any updates from the police station would still be shared with him.

Seeing his serious expression, as if he was really angry, Shen Yi softened immediately, coaxing him like a child:

"Okay, okay, I’ll be direct from now on, alright? Don’t be mad, come on, give your sister a smile!"

As she spoke, she reached out to tilt his chin, but Su Qing dodged easily and pushed her hand aside.

"No, I’m not happy, and I’m angry!"

"Oh dear~~ you’re angry. Please don’t be. What can I do to make you not angry? Your sister will do whatever you want, even if it’s a bit too much, that’s okay."

"Go, get me a glass of water first, I’m thirsty!"

"Alrighty," Shen Yi said and ran to the water dispenser, but halfway through pouring the water she realized:

"Wait... I am the boss, you..."

For a moment, she didn’t even know who was really the boss between the two of them.

The office door was closed, but the furnishing wasn’t very luxurious, with ordinary doors, windows, and walls, resulting in mediocre soundproofing, allowing some of their voices to be heard outside.

Although most people outside couldn’t hear, Feng Yan, whose desk was right outside Shen Yi’s office, could hear some of it.

Because of this, she couldn’t help but strengthen her hand movements, making the keyboard clatter louder, to cover up the antics of the two "ancestors" inside.

Even though she had roughly figured out their relationship, by eavesdropping these days, she learned even more inside information.

President Shen... she seems a bit under control, huh?

Shouldn’t Su Qing be the one being submissive? From what she heard, it seemed she still didn’t know everything; clearly, there was something more to this Xiao Su from her department.

Regardless of gender, whenever there’s a boss-employee relationship like that, the boss should be the dominant one, but the noises inside told her it seemed Xiao Su was pretty assertive, wasn’t he?

Is this a precious scene of a wild boss being tamed?

Meanwhile, at Jiangcheng Airport, Su He, along with her two classmates, Wenwen and Tongtong, got off the plane.

"We’re back!"

"Woohoo~"

The three of them exclaimed excitedly, clearly having enjoyed the trip greatly.

Half a month is neither too long nor too short, but the three of them had fun almost forgetting themselves. Now that school was about to start, they naturally had to go home.

Of course, the main reason was that Su He still had to take the fourth subject exam.

Then the three took a taxi back to the city, bid farewell to each other, and finally went back to their homes.

"Mom and Dad, your cutest daughter is back, and I brought you gifts~~"

Su He burst through the door, shouting right away, her voice carrying an air of cuteness.

But she was shocked by the sight in front of her the next moment as thick smoke billowed out from inside the door.

"Is... is there a fire?"

"Mom? Mom!! Are you home?"

Su He shouted quickly, covering her nose and mouth as she walked inside and saw Old Su sitting on the sofa.

"Dad, I’m back. What are you doing?"

Hearing this, Old Su gave his daughter a look of despair, then pointed toward the entrance.

Seeing this, Su He couldn’t help but be curious and looked toward the entrance.

What she saw was that the statue of the Matchmaker that used to be there was gone, replaced by a statue of the Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The most crucial thing was that in front of the Guanyin statue, there was an enormous incense burner with three burning incense sticks.

These weren’t ordinary incense sticks. They were long, over a meter, as thick as a rolling pin, and there were three of them, with thick smoke billowing above.

All the windows in the room were open; otherwise, they would suffer carbon monoxide poisoning.

"Ah... is our place haunted?"

Old Su: ...

"Not quite, huh!"

With no way to discuss it with her son, Zhou Hui had to resort to this primitive method.

The Matchmaker has officially retired, and the Guanyin Bodhisattva is stepping into the role.

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