Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 468 Eldest Brother's Widow 5

The whole morning was spent arguing pointlessly.

In an effort to limit her power to the greatest extent possible, the old folks went to great lengths, almost to the point of discussing in a meeting how many sheets of toilet paper each employee could use.

Ling Yi sat in the head seat, constantly being asked for her opinion, yet her decision-making was frequently ignored, making her a qualified seal engraver.

When it was time to rest, she immediately closed the file in front of her and swallowed back the words of the guy who was discussing the staff cafeteria.

“The timing is perfect. You can go to the cafeteria and ask the employees for their opinions, then prepare a report for me. It needs to include the opinions of more than two hundred people.” Ling Yi stood up and looked at this guy coldly: “You go and ask them yourself, and make sure there is video evidence for each person.”

The person who spoke opened their mouth, but after watching Ling Yi get up and leave swiftly, they remained silent for a long time.

Making an intern do things that are perfectly acceptable to them is humiliating, isn't it?

But he brought this up first, and he made such a big deal out of it, which concerns employee loyalty. If he says he's quitting now, that little brat will have to take back what he said, and might even fire him.

After a busy morning, he was outmaneuvered by someone else. The middle-aged man was so angry that his fingers trembled. He shoved the table hard, the chair making a screeching sound on the floor. He stormed out of the meeting room to seek help.

The remaining people in the meeting room looked at each other, gave each other forced smiles, and then left with their belongings.

Some people want to climb the ladder, while others just want to work normally. It's impossible to say that no one has any complaints about having their morning wasted.

It's disgusting for an uncle to use such despicable means to deal with his niece!

Ling Yi returned to her office and finally relaxed a little.

The secretary left the food she brought from the cafeteria in the lounge, and picked up Uncle Zhou's new lunchbox.

I had barely taken two bites when there was another knock on the office door.

"Ms. Ling, someone has delivered the food." As the secretary spoke, Ling Yi's phone lit up.

Yin Xiao: "I ordered takeout. Remember to eat well."

Such a common greeting should not have been given to a widowed sister-in-law and her brother-in-law.

Ling Yi tightened her grip on the phone slightly and said in a deep voice, "Put it in the lounge, I'll go eat later."

The footsteps outside the door faded away again. Ling Yi ate several large bites of food while holding the lunchbox before throwing it aside and leaving with a cold face.

On the table in the lounge were seven or eight porcelain plates and a bowl of soup, all of them delicate and light dishes, just right for people who hadn't eaten in a long time to fill their stomachs. Yin Xiao's thoughtfulness was undeniable.

Ling Yi glanced at the few uniformed service staff with lunch boxes at their feet by the wall, but didn't make things difficult for them. She sat down at the table and ate a few bites.

But that was all; the chopsticks moved across each dish, picking up only a tiny bit of food.

It was less about having a meal and more about giving Yin Xiao some face and not putting him in a difficult position.

After eating for more than ten minutes, the skin of the food hadn't even broken, which showed that Ling Yi had a poor appetite.

In reality, Ling Yi, who had already eaten until she was 80% full in the office, felt perfectly full after eating these.

After a delicious and visually appealing meal, Ling Yi felt her body brimming with fighting spirit once again, enough to battle those old geezers for eight hundred rounds.

Setting down her chopsticks and gently wiping her mouth, Ling Yi said calmly, "Let's clean up."

The moment she left, several waiters quickly cleared away the barely edible leftovers and took photos of the untouched food to show the customer.

Yin Xiao placed his phone face down on the table, his expression not looking good.

From yesterday until now, she has only drunk a glass of milk and eaten a little bit of lunch. Even a strong body can't withstand such abuse.

Does she really miss Yin Hong that much?

What are you thinking about him?

I want him to be fickle, I want him to cheat on me.

Oh, she didn't know any of that.

In her heart, Yin Hong was her perfect partner, and he died at their most beautiful and romantic wedding.

How can the living compare to the dead? No matter how much he cares, in her eyes he's nothing more than a lecherous scoundrel, incomparable to her deceased husband.

Yin Xiao's expression grew increasingly gloomy, frightening his subordinates who were reporting to him from across the ocean into shutting their mouths in fear.

After what seemed like an eternity, the suffocating atmosphere was broken by his cold voice: "Continue."

After those two words, the atmosphere became lively again, and the reporting voices rang out once more.

Yin Xiao heard his subordinate's report in his ear, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table.

The arrangements for the people going to the island have been made, but the "protagonist" of the world is always somewhat unusual, so in order to prevent him from escaping, some things need to be prepared in advance.

For example, acquiring the Yin family's assets in advance, or...

He picked up his phone again and instructed his bodyguards to add more guards to Yin Wenbin's hospital room to ensure that no unimportant people would disturb his recovery.

Even after doing all this, he still felt uneasy. Ling Yi's concern for Yin Hong was like a nail stuck in his heart, making him desperately want to pull it out and take her place.

After his subordinates finished their report, he gave a few brief instructions and ended the video conference, then called his secretary over.

"Find a chef who's good at making healthy meals, and cook two dishes tonight." He paused, then added, "Don't make the one for lunch."

He refused to believe that a person's longing for a dead man could exceed the body's instinctive desire.

When you're starving, there's the temptation of delicious food, and he doesn't believe Ling Yi can always resist food.

He was secretly competing with Ling Yi, who was "missing her deceased husband," while Ling Yi was completely unaware of it.

She had just received another report from her subordinates who were out on assignment, and was now full of energy, preparing for a fierce battle with her uncles.

Driven by the motivation to bring down her uncles, going home after get off work was simply not part of Ling Yi's plans.

After most of the employees on that floor had left, she was still working late into the night, determined to find out the loopholes in those people's work.

At this moment, in a large house with only one owner, a man with a dark face is coldly staring at an expensive antique wall clock.

Three hours had passed since the normal closing time, and the chefs who had prepared the food had already found themselves a chair to sit down, but the other occupant of this room had not yet returned.

Yin Xiao, who had been deluding himself, finally realized that if Ling Yi didn't want to come back, all his performances were just throwing a flirtatious glance at a blind man.

Even compared to her dead husband, he didn't even have the right to ask her why she didn't come back.

After taking a couple of deep breaths, he suddenly grabbed his coat and hurriedly headed out the door.

Within minutes, the roar of the SUV echoed through the yard, leaving the bewildered servants with a trail of exhaust fumes.

Are we still going to make this dish?