Chapter Thirty-Eight: You Have Great Potential as a Maid

Bai Bing glared fiercely at Wang Zheng, her already large eyes now shining like two searchlights, enveloping him in their cold beam. Her fair face turned purple and bluish, resembling the fearsome King of Hell presiding over the Hall of Judgment. Anyone adept at reading the mood would, at this moment, invite Bai Bing to sit and pour her a cup of rich coffee to quell her anger. But Wang Zheng was not such a person; in fact, he seemed to take pleasure in provoking Bai Bing, as if it were his lifelong pursuit.

He succeeded—Bai Bing was furious, and the consequences were not light. Yet Wang Zheng seemed entirely unfazed by her wrath. On the contrary, when he saw her cheeks flushed red with anger, he appeared relaxed and even smug, as if Bai Bing truly was his maid, daring only to be angry in silence.

A maid? The very thought was humiliating.

Seeing Wang Zheng's unrepentant expression, Bai Bing clenched her fists tightly, her teeth grinding audibly, the muscles in her face twitching as if a cold current from Siberia had settled upon her, chilling her to the core.

‘You shameless scoundrel, who do you think you are? You want my help and can't even say "please"? The way you talk is so rude, treating me like a servant? I, Bai Bing, have my own dignity—only a fool would help you!’ she seethed inwardly, her face burning.

Wang Zheng moved to a nearby chair, putting some distance between them, and looked at her. "So, do you want to make me unhappy?" His brows drew together, an expression of impending anger clouding his face.

"Hmph!" Bai Bing snorted coldly, refusing to respond.

"Is this your answer?" Wang Zheng asked, then feigned a look of deep disappointment. "You’ve made me very unhappy, very disappointed!"

Bai Bing sneered, her face full of scorn for Wang Zheng.

‘Oh, you’re unhappy? Let me make you even more miserable!’ With that thought, Bai Bing walked slowly behind Wang Zheng, then suddenly kicked one of the chair legs hard. With a crack, the leg broke and Wang Zheng landed squarely on the floor.

As Bai Bing waited for Wang Zheng to become even more upset, she saw him stand up from the ground with a cheerful smile, nonchalantly dusting off his trousers as if nothing had happened. He picked up the broken chair leg, weighed it in his hand, and sighed dramatically, "Ah! It seems this chair can no longer support my great presence. No matter—wherever I fall, I will rise again. The emergence of great men is always fraught with setbacks!"

Watching Wang Zheng’s self-admiring airs and his mock-concern for the nation, Bai Bing felt a surge of nausea, as though a storm were churning in her stomach.

"You're really not going to do as I ask?" Wang Zheng looked at Bai Bing, toying with the chair leg as if he might strike her with it at any moment.

"That's right!" Bai Bing nodded forcefully, doing her best to appear calm. Her eyes, though, never left the chair leg in Wang Zheng’s hand, fearful he might suddenly attack and split her head open. "What do you want? Planning to silence me for good?"

"Relax. Abroad, I could kill a thousand, but here at home, not a single soul. Not because I’m afraid, but because I’m Chinese. This is my home, understand?" Wang Zheng sneered. "But that doesn’t mean I won’t kill. I only kill those who deserve it."

Phew! Bai Bing let out a heavy sigh of relief upon hearing this—at least now she knew Wang Zheng wouldn’t kill her. Looking at his serious expression, she suddenly felt that helping him wasn’t such a big deal after all; it wouldn’t cost her anything.

‘Perhaps the reason I haven’t succeeded in persuading him these days is because of my attitude. If I changed my approach, would it work?’ Bai Bing wondered. Still, she had her pride—if she helped Wang Zheng just like that, it would be humiliating. After a moment, she snatched the documents from Wang Zheng’s hand and strode towards the door. "Since we’re partners, I’ll help you this once. But you owe me a favor!" she declared haughtily as she left the room.

"Don’t talk to me about ‘favors’ in your role as a maid, okay? A maid should know her place—pleasing me is your best option. You’ve got a real future as an excellent maid!" Wang Zheng called out after her.

Everyone knew Wang Zheng’s skills in a fight were formidable, but his sharp tongue was just as deadly. He would never tolerate being bested by a woman, even in words. Watching Bai Bing obediently carry out his instructions, Wang Zheng smirked in triumph.

Wasting resources is shameful—and letting her idle would be the greatest waste of all! A free maid should be put to good use!

Bai Bing’s efficiency was remarkable. In less than ten minutes, she returned with a thick stack of printed documents in hand.

She strode up to Wang Zheng and tossed the papers into his lap. "Here are the faxes—twenty-three pages in all. Well? Are you awed by my competence?" Her expression was full of satisfaction, as if she were showing off.

Wang Zheng glanced through the documents. They were indeed detailed, even listing things like where the company boss had gone to school and who their first love was. No wonder Bai Bing was so pleased with herself.

"I’ve never doubted your abilities. I know you’re excellent. I hope you’ll continue to uphold this fine tradition, though don’t get complacent—keep up the good work!" Wang Zheng praised her.

Bai Bing was delighted by the compliment at first, but the more she thought about it, the more it felt off. It was like the difference between using toilet paper and newspaper—both are paper, but the feeling is worlds apart.

"I’m only helping you this once—don’t think there’ll be a next time!" Bai Bing said to Wang Zheng, only now realizing she’d fallen right into his trap. Keep up the good work? There would be no next time!

"Don’t worry, I won’t trouble you with such simple tasks again," Wang Zheng replied with a smile, turning his attention to the documents.

Half an hour later, Wang Zheng had memorized the essential contents. Suddenly, he sprang up from his chair, startling Bai Bing, who had been watching him closely. As Wang Zheng left the room, she quickly followed after.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Come in!"

"Xiaolei, I'd like to invite the other three company bosses to lunch in your name. Is that alright?" Wang Zheng asked as soon as he entered Lin Xiaolei’s office. There was no time to lose—since it was almost noon, why not use this opportunity to carry out his plan?

"You—" Lin Xiaolei began, wanting to ask for a reason, but as soon as she spoke the word, she seemed to guess his reply: it was a secret. That had been his answer every time she’d asked him before.

Lin Xiaolei trusted Wang Zheng, though it was only a feeling. But feelings alone were not enough—she wanted proof. What evidence could allow her to trust this man before her without reservation? She didn’t know. She looked at Wang Zheng with questioning, puzzled eyes, hoping to find an answer in him.

Catching her gaze, Wang Zheng seemed to understand her unspoken question. He stepped forward, meeting her eyes with a serious, solemn look, and uttered a single sentence that laid bare the current situation.

"Only through cooperation can we save Zhongtian, and the entire tea market of Jinghua."