Mu Feng’s face showed a hint of a smile: "You also said they were just rumors. My wife is intelligent and naturally wouldn't misunderstand."
"And I never paid any attention to those rumors."
Zhang Xiaoyu said indignantly, "But I do care!"
"And look at me now, my hair is a bit messy, and my shirt buttons are pulled open."
As she said this, she suddenly realized, and her small face instantly turned red.
She hurriedly covered herself with her hands.
"Don't laugh, what should we do!"
Mu Feng shook his head, "Don't worry, even if there are rumors, they wouldn't dare to speak carelessly."
"You'll know soon enough."
Zhang Xiaoyu eventually returned to his own office, hesitating whether to call CEO Su.
After all, she was afraid that if the matter reached CEO Su's ears, it would completely change its flavor.
Several hours passed in the blink of an eye.
The company's biggest problem was the procurement of medicinal materials.
At the same time, news had already arrived from the factory side of Su Corporation.
The entire company was buzzing with discussion.
"Have you heard? Our company's biggest problem has been solved. Mr. Niu had been holding back the orders and refusing to sign a supply contract with our company, but today he sent medicinal materials from Shandong to our company's production warehouse all at once."
"Who do you think helped our company? That's incredible."
"Who knows, but I'm more interested in Mu Feng's situation. You should have all heard about this, right?"
"It's okay, tell us quickly?"
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was passing by, happened to overhear their conversation. Her small face turned a little red with anger: "I've already told you, it was a misunderstanding, but you still don't believe it!"
Everyone immediately showed smiles.
However, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.
"I'm so angry, you guys just keep spreading rumors. If Mu Feng finds out, you're all done for."
"And, I can tell you clearly, the person who solved this problem today is Mu Feng."
Upon hearing this, everyone couldn't help but laugh.
Especially the production management manager.
He was an old employee assigned to this position after the company's restructuring.
Manager Zhu's gaze carried a hint of undisguised disdain. He said with a slight mockery, "If he were really that capable, why would he still be a kept man for our CEO?"
"And since I dare to say it, I'm not afraid of you reporting me. It won't do any good even if you tell Mu Feng. I'm a veteran of the company."
"And if CEO Su finds out about this, she definitely won't let you two off lightly. That kept man is truly ungrateful, daring to mess around behind her back."
Zhang Xiaoyu gritted her teeth in anger: "Manager Zhu, you're going too far!"
"Too far?"
Manager Zhu said with a forced smile, "What I said is not too far. It's just telling the truth."
"Does everyone feel I'm right?"
The people behind him all laughed heartily, but no one directly answered.
But their laughter had already expressed all their thoughts.
They thought the same as Manager Zhu.
They all regarded Mu Feng as a gigolo who lived off his wife.
Although they all knew in their hearts that Mu Feng was very capable and had solved many troublesome problems for the company before, they considered him to be merely good at fighting, as he solved problems with his fists.
Business wasn't just about fighting. For the company to develop, it still relied on pillars like them.
Zhang Xiaoyu was so angry that her small face turned from red to green: "Manager Zhu, you will definitely regret what you said."
"Mu Feng is not like what you said."
"And CEO Su had already said that seeing Mu Feng in the company is like seeing CEO Su herself, you must..."
Manager Zhu impatiently interrupted her: "Go, go, go. I'm busy here. A mere secretary doesn't have the right to speak in front of me."
Many people cast mocking glances.
Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't explain herself clearly, so she could only turn away with reddened eyes, preparing to return to her office.
As a result, she bumped directly into a warm embrace.
Mu Feng was standing at the doorway, his expression calm.
"You... when did you get here?"
"Just arrived, but I heard some things," Mu Feng said with a faint smile. He rubbed Zhang Xiaoyu's dark, lustrous hair and then walked inside.
Everyone's gaze instinctively turned towards them. When they saw Mu Feng, their faces showed awkward expressions.
Only Manager Zhu remained seated without changing his expression.
He was an old employee of the company and simply didn't put Mu Feng in his eyes. In his opinion, Mu Feng was just a gigolo living off his wife.
Moreover, this matter was caused by Mu Feng and Zhang Xiaoyu making that kind of commotion in the office, which everyone saw.
They were certain that Mu Feng wouldn't dare to escalate the situation.
Their eyes met. Manager Zhu said with a sarcastic smile, "Mr. Mu, is there something?"
"Slap!"
Mu Feng raised his hand and slapped him.
The crisp sound of the slap was extremely loud, startling those who were watching the spectacle.
Manager Zhu covered his face. On his somewhat plump face, several clear finger marks had appeared.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, his eyes filled with overwhelming rage: "Gigolo, you dare to hit me?"
"You're just a gigolo, and you dare to make a move in front of me? Am I giving you too much face?"
"Aren't you afraid I'll report you directly to CEO Su?"
As soon as his words fell, Mu Feng raised his hand and slapped him again.
Manager Zhu's face swelled up from the blow, and several of his teeth fell out.
His nose was bleeding, and his white shirt, which was tightly stretched over his belly, was also stained with bright red blood.
He felt as if his head had been fiercely hammered, and he fell to the ground, his vision darkening.
Mu Feng said calmly, "No matter how long you've worked in the company, with your character, you're not suitable for a production management position."
"However, the number of security guards is severely insufficient, so you'll be directly transferred to the security booth!"
Manager Zhu roared in exasperation, "On what grounds are you reassigning me? What are you? Does Su Corporation have any say for you? You're just a gigolo!"
The other employees were also as quiet as cicadas in winter.
They often called Mu Feng a gigolo in private, but in front of him, they didn't dare to act rashly.
Mu Feng sneered, "On what grounds?"
"On the grounds that I bought back all the shares of Su Corporation. Is that enough?"
He didn't need to explain anything to the man. The gossip among employees sometimes caused unnecessary trouble, and he didn't want to cause any distress to Nian Xue.
Just then.
The captain of the security guard rushed in from the doorway with an urgent tone: "Mr. Mu, we finally found you. There's an emergency."