Fu Yanye didn't contact her all day long, nor did he quietly open the door and enter her home in the middle of the night like before.
Unexpectedly, someone would come to the door the next day.
It's not Fu Yanye. Fu Yanye doesn't need to knock on the door or ring the doorbell.
She was making coffee when the doorbell rang, and when she heard the noise she went to open the door.
The director and his wife were standing at the door holding gifts.
Zhuo Jian was a little embarrassed, but she still greeted politely: "Director! Hello!"
Since she didn't know the woman's identity, she just nodded in greeting.
"My madam, can you go in and talk?"
Two people who looked about the same age as her parents stood humbly in front of her.
Zhuo Jian made way for them to come in and closed the door.
I happened to make a lot of coffee, which was enough for three people.
The director's wife looked at the coffee cup and praised: "This coffee cup is so beautiful, Miss Zhuo has a very good taste!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "I didn't buy it."
Although it is the first time to use it, she did not buy it.
The director's wife panicked and couldn't help but ask: "Could it be that Mr. Fu bought it?"
Zhuo Jian smiled again, acquiescing.
The director's wife immediately held the cup in embarrassment and nervousness, fearing that if she accidentally hit the cup, the ancestor would have her whole family beheaded.
The director originally wanted to carry the cup, but then he simply misbehaved. He really didn't dare.
"I didn't expect you two to be husband and wife."
The station director clasped his hands and whispered uneasily.
Zhuo Jian smiled slightly after hearing this. Who would have thought?
"It stands to reason that the Lin family should know about such a thing, right?"
The director thought for a moment and asked her.
The Lin family naturally knew, but there were some things that Zhuo Jian couldn't say.
Seeing that Zhuo Jian had no intention of explaining, the director directly explained his purpose: "I won't beat around the bush, Zhuo Jian, you were introduced by Yu Qing. I am very sure of your work ability. We have never dealt with each other in private.
I don’t care too much about your background. This was my oversight and I apologize.”
"Director, you don't need to apologize!"
Zhuo Jian saw that the director was really anxious, so he comforted him.
The station director waved his hand and continued: "Lin Jiaoyang had a cup of tea with me before last night and said he was interested in investing in our new program. I thought this was a good thing, so I agreed. Then while we were chatting, he said it was you.
My uncle, I just mentioned that I wanted to have dinner with you tonight, and he said that he could do it for me. I happened to have some private matters to discuss with you. I really didn’t expect that."
"Ms. Zhuo, please don't think it's my husband's fault. I swear there is absolutely nothing wrong with his lifestyle over the years he has been working."
Seeing that her husband had been wronged, the station director's wife couldn't help but say so.
Zhuo Jian agreed: "Yes!"
"I originally wanted to apologize to you directly, but I couldn't contact you. I heard that Mr. Fu had taken over your affairs, so I called him to apologize. Not only did he not accept it, he also refused to let me call you, but the boss called him
I put pressure on myself, meaning that I would take the blame and resign, but at my age, what else can I do if I resign like this?"
The director said, sighing anxiously.
Zhuo Jian also quickly understood what was going on and just said: "Since it is a misunderstanding, just clear it up."
"You can let me go, but if Mr. Fu doesn't let go, I, the station director, will still have to take the blame and resign!"
The director said.
"Miss Zhuo, no, Mrs. Fu, we, the old couple, are going to beg you with all our faces today. Please speak to Mr. Fu for us and spare my husband this time."
The director's wife said that she was about to kneel down to Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian was frightened and immediately supported her: "Don't do this."
"Then, can you help us?"
The director’s wife had tears in her eyes.
Zhuo Jian could only nod: "Yes!"
But I felt troubled for a moment.
If she begs him, he will use his businessman tactics to block her again. What will she do then?