Provocative Fiery Wife: My Superior is an Affectionate Spitfire

Chapter 117: Without an apology, she may never come back.

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Pei Ge stomped out of the CEO's office and left the company in a fit of rage. The moment she exited the company building, sunlight hit her and subsequently woke her up.

Looking at the empty road ahead, as it was still the working hours, she felt at a loss on where to go.

If she went home, she would only worry her mother.

"Ge Ge!"

As Pei Ge was feeling lost inside, a familiar voice called out to her.

"Sister Xinlei?" Pei Ge turned and saw the running figure of Pan Xinlei, who was calling out to her while she panted.

"What's wrong?" Pan Xinlei saw Pei Ge leave the office building with puffy eyes, so she worriedly chased after her.

"No - Nothing," Pei Ge softly said with a shake of her head.

How could she say anything about what had just happened?

"Silly girl, saying that there's nothing when your eyes are puffy from crying." Pan Xinlei looked at her with concern. "Is it because of that new colleague and the post?"

Pei Ge did not respond.

When Pei Ge did not respond, Pan Xinlei thought that she had guessed correctly. She smiled and said, "It's just a small issue. When I checked the post this morning, somebody has already deleted it. Don't think too much about it; the matter will soon pass."

"Mhm." Pei Ge nodded and sniffled at the sight of Pan Xinlei fussing over her.

"Hurry and return to work if you get it. Don't throw a kid's tantrum," Pan Xinlei gently chided.

Return?

Ji Ziming's grave face resurfaced from her memories.

"No!" Pei Ge shook her head violently. "Sister Xinlei, I don't want to do this anymore."

Actually, thinking about it now, why was she fighting so hard for this?

"Ge Ge, don't be rash! Think about it; if you leave, you will be making some people happy," Pan Xinlei dissuaded, feeling scared by Pei Ge's words.

Ever since Ji Ziming's acquisition of Chenguang Real Estate, many people had been racking their brains for ways to enter the company. Who else was like Pei Ge, who got promoted so fast and was now working alongside CEO Ji?

Not mentioning the others in the company, even she looked at her with envy.

"…" Pei Ge lowered her head and, for a moment, did not know what to do.

Staying meant she would have to face that stupid pervert, Ji Ziming; not staying meant she would be making Liu Yue and her entourage smug….

"Alright, I know you're under a lot of pressure. Go home and rest for today. I'll help you hand in your leave chit. You can come back to work tomorrow." When she saw Pei Ge hesitating, Pan Xinlei made a decision to help her.

Pei Ge lifted her head, looked at the other, and eventually nodded her head, whispering, "Sister Xinlei, thank you for worrying about me."

"Silly girl, don't think too much about it. Go home and recover your spirit for tomorrow." Pan Xinlei patted Pei Ge's shoulder with a smile.

Pei Ge slightly raised the corners of her lips and nodded. "Mhm."

…

"What are you still looking at? She's already gone."

Mu Heng rested his arm on Ji Ziming's shoulder and raised an eyebrow at his friend's grave look.

"If you care so much about her, you shouldn't have done that earlier."

Ji Ziming coldly shrugged off Mu Heng's hand and turned around once Pei Ge's figure disappeared from his sight.

He did not care about that woman at all.

"Not that I want to say anything about this, but that Little Chili has been under a lot of mental stress recently, yet you still did that to her. No wonder she slapped you. Heh! If I were in her shoes, I would also slap you." Mu Heng carefully eyed his friend's cold face, snorted, and spoke for Pei Ge.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Ji Ziming frowned and stared at Mu Heng with cold eyes.

Seeing that Ji Ziming was directing his frustration to him, Mu Heng pouted. "This master here has nothing better to do every day."

"I need to work." Ji Ziming sat back in his swivel chair and took out a file, clearly dismissing him.

"Che! Ziming, you'd better send Little Chili an apology. Otherwise, she may never come back." Mu Heng good-naturedly gave this advice to his friend.

"Whether or not to return is her decision." Ji Ziming lowered his head, seemingly unperturbed by this matter, yet the hand tightly gripping his pen exposed his real emotions.

Mu Heng cast a glance at Ji Ziming and rolled his eyes. "I really don't know what you are thinking about."

"Forget it. I won't say anything else; do whatever you see fit." Mu Heng shook his head at the seemingly hard-at-work Ji Ziming and left the CEO's office.

Pak! Once the wooden door slammed shut, Ji Ziming lifted his head, closed the contract on his desk, and pulled open his right drawer.

The drawer had one more personnel file in it compared to before.

He opened that personnel file and looked at the one-inch photo featuring the not exactly pretty but smiling face of Pei Ge. His eyes darkened.

…

After bidding Pan Xinlei farewell, Pei Ge did not go home right away and, instead, walked along a bustling street.

The sight of the many passersby on the street gradually calmed her mind down.

Seeing that it was almost lunchtime, Pei Ge suddenly thought of that shop she used to frequent with Zhou Zhuoyang.

She really liked that restaurant's beef noodles. Although the taste of their dishes was average, she really loved that restaurant.

However, after Zhou Zhuoyang disappeared, she avoided going to that place to prevent herself from thinking of him.

"Silly." Pei Ge's mouth curved downward as she pouted.

Why would she give up something she liked for a man, especially a jerk? Hmph!

"I've decided! Today, I shall go to that restaurant for lunch!" She clenched her hands as a bright smile blossomed on her face.

She walked to the intersection and raised her hand to flag down a taxi. She boarded the taxi and informed the driver of the restaurant's location.

At that same moment, a man sitting in an office took out his phone and frowned at its screen.

As he was about to keep the phone, Mu Heng's words floated in his mind.

'…May never come back.'

Ji Ziming's good-looking eyebrows knitted together and his palm tightly gripped the phone. In the end, he navigated through his phone and eventually pressed the 'send' button.