Chapter 72 Apology

The organizer arranged three understated vehicles.

The lead car cleared the way, while the tail car provided protection.

The car in the middle carried jewelry worth 500 million.

It delivered to the door according to the address provided by Ling Yue.

The cars parked in the garage of Villa 013.

Security personnel dispatched by the organizer carefully carried the password-locked cases, transporting them to the temperature-controlled vault in the basement.

The previous owner had installed many shelves in the room, likely for storage as well.

Since Ling Yue bought this house, this space had been empty.

Now, it was finally put to use.

She was very much looking forward to seeing it filled with treasures.

This meant she could continue to buy, buy, buy many more things.

The entire process of packing, transport, and delivery would be visualized for both the buyer and the seller.

Ling Yue saw that all the jewelry was personally inspected by General Manager Zhang Ya before being personally packed into the password-locked cases.

Naturally, only Ling Yue and General Manager Zhang Ya knew the passwords.

After the jewelry was delivered, it still needed to be inspected and verified using the tools provided by the organizer.

Once the incredibly cautious receiving process was finished, the security personnel placed the jewelry on the storage shelves, set them on appropriate shelf platforms, and then covered them with glass domes.

It was both aesthetically pleasing and dust-proof.

After seeing off the people from Chaumet, the property manager mentioned that someone was looking for her again.

A while later, Ling Yue saw a wooden table added to her garden.

At the banquet last night, she had mentioned to Zheng Sen that she liked the table in the tea room of the presidential suite.

By now, Ling Yue had forgotten about it herself.

Who could have thought that a brand-new identical one would appear in her home after just one night?

With such thoughtfulness and capability... he would be successful in whatever he did.

After everyone had left, Ling Yue returned to the living room and slumped down.

Once a person gets lazy, they don't want to do anything.

Cheng Jiao was very busy because the other staff members hadn't arrived yet, and she was responsible for recording all the items in the house.

First was Ling Yue's walk-in closet.

Every piece of clothing—its model, brand, size, price, and storage location—needed to be registered and accompanied by pictures.

The number of bags, jewelry, and gold, along with their brands, materials, prices, and whether they were self-purchased or gifted, also needed to be recorded with pictures.

In the future, the things Ling Yue bought would only increase; registering and cataloging them for easy search and management was being responsible to both the employer and the employee.

Ling Yue realized the usually soft sofa was suddenly a bit uncomfortable.

She reached behind her back and pulled out a kraft paper bag.

She had gone straight to sleep when she returned last night and had forgotten about this.

She called Luo Shanshan and Qu Shu over.

After moving to the Bamboo Forest Residence, Ling Yue would curl up in the backyard tea room every night to binge-watch dramas.

Wang Junqi loved researching food and was always tinkering in the kitchen whenever he had free time; he had no interest in TV dramas.

After Cheng Jiao moved in, she was busy every day and would relax by working out or running after work; she generally didn't watch TV dramas either.

Only Luo Shanshan and Qu Shu would accompany her to watch dramas.

The three of them would crack melon seeds, drink tea, and occasionally discuss the plot, sometimes pointing fingers and cursing the villains during intense moments.

Don't let Luo Shanshan's "steel-straight girl" appearance fool you; when people in the drama cried, she would cry along with them.

She was very soft-hearted.

When Qu Shu saw Luo Shanshan crying, she would also start sniffling, and then the two would silently wipe their tears with tissues.

It was more of a show than the TV itself.

Some time ago, the drama "Envoy of Annan" starring He Xin was finished by the three of them sitting in front of the TV together.

The two were so captivated by He Xin that they immediately dug up all her previous movies and watched them.

Hearing that He Xin was invited to this high jewelry exhibition, the two were incredibly excited, constantly looking at Ling Yue with watery puppy eyes, as if saying, "Take me, take me, take me!"

However, the organizer had regulations on the number of people invitees could bring; bringing the two of them meant bringing two fewer bodyguards.

Ling Yue naturally felt her own safety was most important, so the two didn't get to go.

In order to give her drama-watching buddies a surprise, Ling Yue had prepared other perks.

Luo Shanshan was washing vegetables and came over while wiping her hands.

Qu Shu was upstairs assisting Cheng Jiao with organizing items, and upon seeing Ling Yue's message in the group chat, she also came thumping down the stairs.

"This is for you." Ling Yue kept the signed photos she liked for herself and gave the rest to the two.

Luo Shanshan and Qu Shu were confused.

They took them and looked.

"Ah!" Luo Shanshan let out a resounding shriek!

Wang Junqi, that quiet person, ran out of the kitchen brandishing a spatula, "What happened, what happened?"

They had just delivered so much jewelry home today; could it be that a thief had broken in?!

They saw Luo Shanshan with an auntie-like smile, stomping her feet, "He Xin's signed poster, signed photo! The postcard even has a handwritten TO signature!!! Ahhh! Boss, I love you!! Mwah mwah mwah~"

She blew kisses as if they were free.

Qu Shu seemed to be floating on a cloud, her whole body feeling soft, "Boss, you are just too good!"

Have you ever seen a boss who goes on a business trip and buys skincare products for their employees at a duty-free shop?

Ling Yue joked teasingly, "After taking these things, you have to work like a horse and ox for me."

Luo Shanshan held the TO signature to her heart, looking proud, "So what? I am your little horse and ox, Boss~"

"Forget about horse and ox, let me be a monkey if you want!" Qu Shu was even more outrageous.

The two fawned over Ling Yue, making declarations of loyalty.

Wang Junqi was dumbfounded watching them.

Some actions, he really would never understand in his entire life.

He should just go back to the kitchen to cook.

Ling Yue transferred 5,000 yuan to Luo Shanshan.

This money was extorted from Mao Wenjie last night.

They had to have a feast!

"Take this money and buy some barbecue ingredients, and by the way, ask Team Leader Liang and the others if they want to come over and eat tonight."

Luo Shanshan put away her excited smile, "Barbecue, can you eat that, Boss?"

Ling Yue emphasized, "The doctor said, just keep it low-spice!"

Two months of healthy eating.

For someone who loved spicy food like her, this was already the limit of limits.

Qu Shu and Luo Shanshan seemed to be in a very good mood, skipping off to continue their work.

Ling Yue heard the "Suiyu Pavilion March" again.

This made her suddenly realize there was another drama she had forgotten to watch.

After finishing "The Story of Minglan," Luo Shanshan said they absolutely had to watch "Empresses in the Palace."

They had just reached the episode with Xia Dongchun—was it Xia Dongchun? Anyway, it was that episode with the "One-Foot Red" punishment.

Ling Yue continued watching, getting a bit engrossed, and didn't even notice the resentment value in the bottom right corner flickering.

[resentment value: 90%]

[resentment value: 100%]

[Lucky draw chances: 21]

[resentment value: 2%]

"Boss."

Cheng Jiao had come downstairs at some point and arrived at Ling Yue's side.

"Hmm?" Ling Yue was focused on the screen.

Cheng Jiao continued, "Manager Li called to say that three people want to come in person to apologize to you."

Ling Yue pressed the pause button.

No need to guess; it must have been Manager Li applying pressure.

There were three people, so that would be Mr. Mao, Maos Mother, and Mao Wenjie.

"Don't let them come over." Ling Yue thought for a moment, "Have Liang Hanlin go there; just have them record the apology and send it back."

It was their business if they wanted to apologize; she still had to continue watching her drama.

Did she have time to look at their bitter, resentful faces?

Recording a video was better; if she ran into certain people being rude again next time, the short video would be another weapon to increase her resentment value.