C10

After washing her face and rinsing her mouth, Yin Yanyue pushed open the door and went downstairs. Just as she reached the stairs, she saw that the table downstairs was occupied by Viscount Gong.

The wound on his forehead was already simply bandaged. Beside him stood a twenty-seven or twenty-eight year old woman. She wore a clean white dress that covered her shoulders and her black hair. The makeup on her face was clean and clean, giving her a pure feeling.

Yin Yanyue was suddenly filled with despise. She really couldn't believe the rumors outside, saying that the young noble didn't even glance at a woman. She had only just arrived on the first day, and a woman had already specially come to deliver breakfast.

"Good morning, Uncle Gu."

Yin Yanyue was wearing a simple casual attire. There wasn't the slightest bit of makeup on her face. She looked just like an eighteen year old student.

Young Master Gong looked at her face with a deeper meaning, "En."

At this moment, the woman sitting next to him stood up, and said amiably to Yin Yanyue, "You are Yanyue, right? You look very young." "I'm your Uncle Gu's working friend, Zhao Minghui. You can call me Sister Min Hui."

The person who came was not friendly.

Even though Zhao Minghui was smiling, it did not reach her eyes.

Yin Yanyue gave her a stiff smile and called out, "Good morning, Auntie Min Hui."

"Huh?" Auntie? "

She was indeed a bit older than Yin Yeyue, but she was still not as old as Auntie.

Zhao Minghui's face stiffened and she gritted her teeth. She immediately regained her usual smile and said, "Please, have a seat. I made these breakfast myself. Come and try it."

The young noble did not say anything, but a trace of a smile flashed in his eyes.

Yin Chengyue didn't hold back. He immediately sat down at the dining table and moved his mouth after picking up his chopsticks.

He picked up a fried dough stick and scooped a bowl of porridge for himself. After eating a few mouthfuls, he smiled at Zhao Minghui and said, "Mmm, Auntie Min Hui is so amazing. It tastes exactly like the porridge sold outside earlier."

Zhao Minghui must have found the wrong person to put up a front for her.

Zhao Minghui's face stiffened again. She looked at the viscount awkwardly, and then she let out a sigh. "Ah …" "I know that the viscount likes to eat Chinese style breakfast, so he specifically learned it."

Yin Yanyue nodded, took a sip of the porridge and laughed, "Auntie Min Hui is really amazing. "But next time, can you put a little less salt in? My Uncle Gu still likes to eat lighter porridge."

My Uncle Gu?

The corners of the young noble's mouth twitched, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Yin Yanyue wanted to be the first to give Zhao Minghui an attitude and warn her not to mess with her.

She was worried that someone would bully her in the future, but she didn't expect that she was really not someone who was easy to deal with.

Zhao Minghui's face was stiff and tense.

She had already been infuriated to the point of calling Yue Rulan "Auntie Min Hui", but now she was full of provocations. It seemed like she was doing it on purpose.

Looking at her young age, she seemed to be around twenty years old. He didn't expect her shrewdness to be so deep.

"Young Viscount, let's finish the breakfast. We'll have a good talk about the contract at Eastside."

Zhao Minghui quickly changed the topic and shifted her gaze to the viscount.

"Yes."

The viscount didn't look at her, but glanced at Yin Chengyue, who was drinking her porridge.

Yin Yanyue drank the porridge mouthful by mouthful. Once again, he despised her for coming to his house to talk about all sorts of jobs. It was truly a private matter.

"I'm full."

She put down the bowl in her hands and stood up from the table with a smirk on her face. "Uncle Gu and Auntie Min Hui eat slowly."

Hearing the word "auntie", Zhao Minghui's face stiffened. Before she could finish, Yin Yanyue had already turned around and was walking towards the hall.

"Aunt Wang, how do you turn on the TV?"

Yin Chengyue jumped onto the sofa in the living room and turned to ask Aunt Wang with the remote control in his hand.

Aunt Wang looked at the direction of the table and walked over to her with a troubled expression. She whispered, "Miss, Mister Gong and Miss Zhao should have something to talk about. It would be better if you …"

Yin Yanyue pretended to be at a loss, "What does it have to do with me that they want to talk about it? Can't I watch a TV? "

Faced with her willfulness, Aunt Wang was speechless and helpless.

"It's fine, we'll talk about it when we get back to the company."

Zhao Min Hui put on a kind smile again, and as a peacemaker, she walked over from the dining table and sat down beside her. She patted her head like an elder and said, "I just graduated, didn't I? If you need any help at work, you can come to me. "

Yin Chengyue also smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie Min Hui, but there's no need."

Zhao Minghui was surprised, but she nodded in agreement. "It seems like I've found a good job," she said.

"Not really." Yin Yanyue glanced meaningfully in the direction of the young viscount, intentionally lowering her voice to speak mysteriously, "To be honest, I made a fortune yesterday."

"Cough."

The viscount who was sitting at the dining table almost choked to death on his breakfast.

Could the "big money" she spoke of be referring to him?

Once again, Zhao Minghui's expression froze and her expression darkened.

It seemed that Yin Yeyue wasn't as easy to deal with as she looked.

As they were silent, the young lord of the palace stood up and walked slowly towards them.

Zhao Minghui purposely got up quickly and followed the young noble, showing off to Yin Yanyue. "Director, you can rest assured that I will discuss the contract with Eastworks personally."

These words were like a flaunt of her working relationship with the viscount.

The corner of Yin Yanyue's mouth twitched. With a fearless face, he immediately countered, "Uncle Gu, I'll obediently wait at home for you to get off work."

Even though Zhao Minghui and the viscount were partners at work, she was still living together as a fiancée. The outcome could be decided with a single glance.

She might have found the wrong person to play with in the harem.

Although she really did not want to marry the young lord of the palace, she could not afford to lose face like this. After all, this Zhao Minghui had deliberately come to cause trouble for her. She was not a soft persimmon that anyone could pinch.

Hearing this, a hint of a smile flashed across the young noble's face, a hint of happiness could not be hidden from the corners of his lips.

He fixed his gaze on her face and said slowly, "You're going to work with me today."

"Hmm?"

Yin Chengyue frowned, "What position?"

"Salesman."

Although Zhao Minghui did not make a sound, she could not hide the joy and schadenfreude in her eyes.

On the contrary, Yin Chengyue wasn't overly shocked, he waved his hand and said, "I know I can't refuse, but I want you to take me to and from work everyday."

The corners of the young nobleman's mouth hooked up without leaving a trace.

If he were to take her to and from work every day, it would mean that he had given her a backstage. Although she was a salesperson, she still possessed the status of a CEO's fiancée, allowing her to travel freely.