The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life-Chapter 204 - 138 I am not the Key God (Super Long

Chapter 204: Chapter 138 I am not the Key God (Super Long Chapter)

Chapter 204: Chapter 138 I am not the Key God (Super Long Chapter)

At noon, Zhou Wang initially planned to have Chen Mei arrange for food delivery. To his surprise, before Chen Mei could step out, Jiang Qingkui returned first, with a bunch of groceries in her left hand and a stack of books in her right.

“Care to try my cooking?”

Jiang Qingkui smiled at Zhou Wang and said, “Mr. Zhou, thank you for providing me with a job and an opportunity, um, and a Panamera… This meal is my little token of gratitude.”

“You can cook?”

Zhou Wang was slightly surprised.

“When I was abroad, I often couldn’t get used to the food. Being sick for a long time makes you a good doctor, so my cooking skills should be okay. Would you like to try it?”

“Hearing you say that, I must try it.”

Zhou Wang’s interest was piqued, and he quickly realized, “Oh, have you already decided on which car to buy so quickly?”

“Just over a million, more suitable for women, the Porsche Panamera should be the top choice. I don’t know much about cars, just buying for the reputation so as not to embarrass you.”

Jiang Qingkui smiled faintly, speaking as she placed the stack of books on the table and headed towards the kitchen with the groceries.

Zhou Wang paused, feeling that Jiang Qingkui seemed a bit different from before, though he couldn’t pinpoint what was different.

When his gaze landed on the stack of books Jiang Qingkui had bought, Zhou Wang was both surprised and had an epiphany.

She was trying to adjust herself to quickly fit into the “secretary” role—

“Secretary’s Work Notes 1—Learning Human Relationships,” “Secretary’s Work Notes 3—Learning How to Get Things Done,” “SERVE to Lead” (English version), “101 Secrets of Service from World-class Butlers,” “The Art of Getting Along with Leaders”…

They were all brand-new, unopened books with online purchase tags—

Books she had ordered before joining the job.

Zhou Wang knew that Jiang Qingkui’s inherent personality was proud, a byproduct of her growth journey, which set her apart from 99% of ordinary people. Therefore, Zhou Wang had mentally prepared himself…

Thinking it would require gradual adaptation to work with Jiang Qingkui.

But now it seemed that while she might be proud, she was not someone who couldn’t position herself correctly.

Seeing these books, Zhou Wang felt assured enough to send Jiang Qingkui the “professional training courses” that came with the [Intermediate Resume].

As long as you’re willing to learn!

With Jiang Qingkui’s talent, she would probably absorb those system-tailored courses much faster than Xu Wenqian.

Zhou Wang casually flipped through those books and was about to leave when the corner of his eye caught one that had a different vibe, causing him to pause in surprise.

It was a comic from Korea, titled “What’s Wrong with Secretary Kim.”

Flipping through it briefly, Zhou Wang was puzzled: “?”

…

“Oh, that one,” she said.

During the meal, faced with Zhou Wang’s curious inquiry he couldn’t hold back, Jiang Qingkui chuckled nonchalantly.

“When I was searching for books, I saw this comic and found it quite interesting, so I bought it for some fun, thinking it might help me understand the psychology of young male CEOs?”

Seeing Jiang Qingkui speak so casually, Zhou Wang felt he might be making a fuss over nothing. However, upon mentioning this topic, Zhou Wang recalled an online joke and couldn’t help but laugh:

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“Haven’t you heard the saying that to study men’s psychology, you only need to compare it to children’s psychology? Regardless of whether they’re rich or poor, men should all be similar in this regard.”

“I haven’t heard that one. I’ll look into it later.”

What started as a joke ended up with Jiang Qingkui nodding thoughtfully instead.

Zhou Wang’s smile froze as he sensed something was amiss.

Although Jiang Qingkui wouldn’t be living in the apartment, as his personal secretary, they would undoubtedly be spending the most time together in the future, which meant that Jiang Qingkui’s research subject could be…

Ahem, it should be fine. I can’t be that easily handled…

Zhou Wang reassured himself with a couple of thoughts, then focused his attention on the food.

Xu Wenqian went off to arrange the tasks Zhou Wang had assigned, so the meal was just for the two of them.

But perhaps to showcase her cooking skills, Jiang Qingkui prepared five dishes and a soup.

They weren’t entirely traditional home dishes, as each dish had a bit of her “innovation,” and they sounded odd…

For example, the fried ribs had something that seemed like black pepper sauce drizzled over them; and in the chicken soup, if his taste buds weren’t wrong, there seemed to be mustard in it… right?

But surprisingly, the taste was really good.

Xu Wenqian was self-sufficient but terrible at cooking, Chen Mei had decent skills but only at the level of an ordinary homemaker, while Jiang Qingkui’s cooking was truly unique and appealing to Zhou Wang’s appetite.

After devouring two bowls of rice, a fully stuffed Zhou Wang finally stopped.

Jiang Qingkui had put down her chopsticks much earlier and had been quietly reading a book by the side. Seeing Zhou Wang finish eating, she closed her book and somehow produced a small notebook similar to Xu Wenqian’s.

“Mr. Zhou, I’ve already coordinated with Wenxi. Now, I’ll confirm with you. At one o’clock, you have an in-home haircut service, and around five o’clock, you need to pick up your friend at the train station. Do you have any plans for the evening?”

As his secretary, although Zhou Wang had given her a lot of work tasks, she still had to comprehensively manage Zhou Wang’s life.

If there’s anything truly different from a regular labor contract in that employment agreement, besides the attached betting clause, it’s that it doesn’t specify any definite work hours…

In other words, since signing the contract, there were theoretically no holidays for her; all her time belonged to Zhou Wang, unless Zhou Wang allowed her to rest.