236: Class Flavor

PS: Dear female readers, please don't tease the author! Because the author doesn't have a girlfriend, I'll take it seriously!!!

Shang Wan Ning put down her phone with satisfaction, the desire for gossip in her eyes completely receding.

Her upturned eyes slowly drooped, the straight curve now appearing exceptionally charming.

This made her features look even more noble and cold, just like a meticulously carved piece of art.

When her expression was as calm as water, her facial lines became stern; like a deity looking down on all living beings, she exuded a cold and lonely aura.

However, in front of Ling Qi and the others.

Shang Wan Ning would skillfully hide this sense of indifference, making it difficult for others to notice.

Time had quietly reached 10:30 AM, already an hour and a half past the Empress's starting time.

Shang Wan Ning was like a lazy cat, nestled comfortably on the sofa and stretching, seemingly having no interest in going to work.

She kept chanting in her heart: I don't want to work, I don't want to cultivate, I don't want to go into seclusion... She only felt physically and mentally exhausted, her body shrouded in a thick reek of work.

At this moment, she only wanted to lie quietly on the sofa and binge-watch her favorite series.

Paired with a cup of milk tea with lots of toppings, it would be better than being a living immortal!

[Huh? Why are my thoughts becoming more and more feminized?]

Shang Wan Ning's fingers lightly touched her faint Adam's apple, suddenly realizing that her thoughts seemed a bit off.

However, her train of thought was quickly interrupted by a notification sound from her phone.

With a "ding," the phone screen lit up.

It was a message from the Secretary-General on Shang Wan Ning's friend list, and those death warrants were drifting in like snowflakes, one after another.

It turned out that Shang Wan Ning had actually cut off the voice transmissions with her Subordinates earlier.

This made Black and White Impermanence, who had finished their mission, scratch their heads in anxiety. Having no choice, they had to shamelessly ask the Secretary-General for help in contacting the Empress urgently.

As a result, before Ling Qi could use a secret technique to notify Shang Wan Ning, she was startled by a "special concern" notification—"Her dear Majesty is happily browsing gossip on the Underworld App."

So, love is a light, but work hits a wall.

Ling Qi knew how to be sarcastic, her 36-degree mouth speaking zero-degree words—"Your Majesty, being with Chief Assistant Lin last night, you must have had a wonderful night!"

"Your work efficiency this morning must be super high!!!"

"Oh, it's already over an hour late."

"Where are you? [Kitten peeking emoji]."

"What's going on? You have time to surf the web but no time for work!!!"

"Darling, come back to work quickly, I have a surprise waiting for you..."

"Darling ♡ⅴ♡, you haven't replied to my messages for ten minutes."

"Mhm, if you don't want to come back, that's fine too. This Subordinate will bring a small whip to the hotel to catch you."

(╬◣д◢)

Shang Wan Ning looked at the string of messages, her eye twitching as she secretly grumbled that AQi's temper was getting worse.

But thinking about the mountain of work, she still sighed several times.

She sat up from the sofa.

She gave a long stretch and muttered incessantly, "I don't want to work this crappy job for even a single day."

"The big boss of the Underworld is working overtime, how pitiful, and there's no triple overtime pay."

"Sigh, today is another day of working for myself."

"Knock, knock," two crisp knocks sounded in the silent room.

Shang Wan Ning rose from the swivel sofa, walked quickly to the door, turned the handle, and opened it.

Her gaze first fell upon the Secretary-General standing at the door.

Ling Qi was pushing a cart with a high stack of documents.

The documents were piled like a small mound, almost completely blocking her.

Her delicate figure looked a bit frail against the stack of documents, but her steps were steady. Clearly, these documents were not something she found difficult to handle.

Shang Wan Ning watched as Ling Qi pushed the cart straight into the room.

With a wave of her hand, the stack of documents was piled onto the table.

The "thud" of the documents hitting the marble tabletop was exceptionally loud in the lonely couple's suite,

as if reminding Shang Wan Ning of the importance and urgency of these documents.

She—Ling Qi—also had her grievances.

Then, Ling Qi straightened up and smoothed the hair on her forehead. "Your Majesty, these are the matters accumulated over the week that need to be handled."

The Secretary-General's tone was very calm, without any ripple, as if she were stating the most ordinary matter.

Shang Wan Ning was stunned.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the high stack of documents.

She felt as if her sea of consciousness had been struck hard by a heavy hammer.

With a "whoosh," the scene before her began to blur, and she even felt like she was about to faint.

Shang Wan Ning looked pitifully at Ling Qi and pressed her hands together. "AQi, why don't you help me handle some of them? I really have no energy left."

Ling Qi gave her a cold roll of the eyes, seemingly not buying the woman's request.

"A Ning, don't forget, these are all the ones left over after the Subordinates handled the rest."

"Other matters related to the operating rules of the Underworld can only be decided by the Empress; no one else can interfere."

"And look at yourself, you're already so late, and the matters in the Underworld are piling up like a mountain. If you keep procrastinating like this, the order of over a dozen departments will be completely chaotic."

Ling Qi's speech was as fast as lightning, rattling off like a machine gun.

Shang Wan Ning couldn't keep up at all.

"Also, 80% of the branch outposts in Africa have been built, and they are just waiting for the headquarters to assign senior management."

"The Third-tier Ghost Soldier Legion in the Ghost Realm is also nearing completion. Ox-Head and Horse-Face are eagerly waiting for Your Majesty's next instructions."

"Even over at the Research Institute, hundreds of experimental projects are to be launched at the end of the month, with a budget as high as over forty billion incense offerings. Your Majesty needs to allocate the funds quickly..."

Ling Qi was like a bamboo tube pouring out beans, incessantly talking about various matters, unable to stop.

Although Shang Wan Ning felt a bit of a headache.

She still listened very seriously, as these were all major matters of the Underworld.

After fifteen minutes, Shang Wan Ning interrupted Ling Qi's report and curled her lips helplessly. "Stop, stop, don't say anymore. I admit defeat, okay?"

"Sigh, I must have owed the Underworld in my past life."

But complaints aside.

Shang Wan Ning still obediently walked to the table, picked up the Myriad Manifestations Pen, and began to review the documents.

However, after reading only a few lines, she couldn't help but look over them again and again.

Because she discovered that most of these documents were asking for "money."

"This... why are they all asking for money?"

Shang Wan Ning's brows furrowed tightly as she muttered, "I feel like the family fortune I worked so hard to save is about to be emptied again."