I'm pretending to be a fairy in kindergarten

After a meeting that lasted for more than two hours, everyone in the meeting room was getting tired.

Just then, her mother sent another message: "Come home early tomorrow, otherwise it will be too late if you go to Lin Zhengran's house."

Fang Meng replied, "I know, Mom. I drove home early this morning."

After sending the message, she looked up coldly and said, "So, that's it for today? If no one has any other questions, we'll adjourn the meeting?"

Everyone nodded.

Fang Meng stood up: "Meeting adjourned!"

Fang Meng left the conference room and walked to the parking area, with Zhang Yang and many other leaders following respectfully behind her.

The driver opened the car door for her, and before she got in, she turned back and said, "No need to see me off, I'm going home, you all should go home and rest too."

Zhang Yang asked reluctantly, "Then boss, please call me anytime if you need anything. I'll keep in touch 24/7."

Fang Meng simply replied, "I know."

She got into the car, and the driver took Fang Meng home.

Many leaders watched Fang Meng leave before most of the crowd finally departed.

However, it was indeed the majority. Of the more than thirty leaders, only a dozen or so left, leaving a dozen or so who remained steadfastly behind Zhang Yang, seemingly more loyal to him than Fang Meng and the others.

"Mr. Zhang, do you have anything else to do tonight? If not, the brothers can go and take care of their own business."

Zhang Yang looked longingly at the now-disappeared intersection, then suddenly turned and glared fiercely at the person who had spoken: "Did you investigate that kid's background when I told you to?"

The speaker was frightened by that look and stammered:

"We found out, but it was not easy to find out. The boy that President Fang has been in contact with recently is named Lin Zhengran. He is President Fang's classmate. Most importantly, the boy is actually the general manager of Zhengshi Company."

"The general manager of Zhengshi Company is such a young man? A rich second-generation?"

"He shouldn't be a rich kid, but the guy's background is indeed quite strange because I found out that he has some connections with the Jiang Group, but I haven't figured out the specifics yet."

Zhang Yang instinctively raised his hand and slapped the man across the face: "Idiot! How many days have you been investigating such a small matter?!"

The man didn't dare to argue, covering his face and saying, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, but this person's identity is very secretive and difficult to investigate..."

"Say that again?!"

"I...I will investigate and find out as soon as possible, you can rest assured!" he stammered.

Zhang Yang stared at the silent intersection again and muttered to himself, "The general manager of Zhengshi Company... But even if the other party is the general manager of Zhengshi Company, why is the boss always surrounding him? Does he want to take over Zhengshi Company?"

The man beside her didn't dare to speak. In fact, the information he had investigated told him that President Fang Meng clearly had unusual feelings for that boy.

But no one dared to speak of this matter, especially given Zhang Yang's strong religious beliefs.

Fang Meng is holy; she is the reincarnation of an angel. She will not like anyone and is absolutely pure.

So, in the past year or so, if anyone in the company mentioned Fang Meng's private matters, Zhang Yang would almost always approach them separately.

They all ended up in bad shape, but these were things that only Zhang Yang's brothers knew about every day.

The ringing of the telephone broke the silence.

The man's phone rang, startling him, but he had no choice but to answer it, so he whispered, "Hello? Sister-in-law?"

The woman on the phone asked, "Where's your brother? I called him and he hung up on me. When I called again, he blocked me. Where are you? I don't see you at the gambling den."

The man was speechless and looked at Zhang Yang: "Mr. Zhang, your wife is asking where we are... She's at the mahjong table."

Zhang Yang let out a frustrated sigh: "Let's go to the card room."

"Yes." The man said into the phone, "Sister-in-law, we're going to the card room now, wait for me a moment."

All of Zhang Yang's brothers got into the car and headed to the gambling den he was running privately.

Zhang Yang enjoys reading in the car or when he has nothing else to do.

Read books about faith and the like.

At this moment, just like usual, after getting into the car, Zhang Yang casually picked up the book that was on the back seat, put on his glasses, and started reading.

The driver drove very smoothly and slowly, so as not to disturb Zhang Yang's enjoyment of reading.

The book says that people need faith and meaning in life, and that people with true faith can be led on the path of light by wise men or reincarnations of angels.

Angels who descend from heaven are holy, perfect, and inviolable. No matter what suffering you have endured before, as long as you sincerely believe in angels, you will be redeemed and your life will be full of meaning.

As Zhang Yang looked at the words, he recalled the scene when he first met Fang Meng.

The other person was dressed in pure white, looking as if an angel had descended to rescue him from his desperate situation.

A smile appeared on his lips.

His heart was full of piety, but his subconscious was also making him restless. Such a holy angel, Boss.

Why waste so much time on a young man? Especially since she's been constantly circling around him ever since she met the boss.

This made Zhang Yang very uncomfortable. Why would an angel reincarnation take the initiative to pay attention to someone?

It should be others begging her to save them.

What makes that guy stand out and get the boss's attention?

With this in mind, he made his way to the underground gambling den.

This is a hidden passageway in a commercial street, bustling with noise and chaos.

Once inside, a beautiful woman in a long dress walked over. This woman was Zhang Yang's wife: "Zhang Yang! Where did you suddenly go without telling me?"

Zhang Yang didn't even glance at his wife and walked straight ahead.

Zhang Yang's wife followed closely behind him: "Hey! Have you gone mad lately? Can't you at least tell me before you go out?"

Ignored again, the woman, somewhat indignant, blocked his way: "Don't go!"

Zhang Yang asked, puzzled, "What are you going to do?"

Zhang Yang's wife pulled a photo from her pocket, angrily saying, "I should be asking you that too! What are you planning to do? This is a photo of your boss, isn't it? I found it in your notebook. Why did you hide this photo? Do you like your boss?"

Almost as soon as she asked her next question, Zhang Yang's previously irritated eyes turned into fury, and he slapped her hard across the face without thinking.

The slap was so loud that the woman fell to the ground and crashed into a chair.

She clutched her stomach in fear and dread, demanding, "Are you... are you crazy?! Aren't you afraid you'll beat our child to death?!"

Zhang Yang frowned and stared at him, demanding, "Will you say another word about my boss?"

Zhang Yang's wife looked at her husband with trembling eyes, too afraid to utter a sound.

None of the people following behind dared to interfere at this point.

Zhang Yang was expressionless, his earlier serene demeanor completely gone.

"No one is allowed to disrespect our boss. If you utter another word that insults him, I'll make sure you can never speak again for the rest of your life, do you hear me?" (End of Chapter)