After a hot bath, Qiao Xia finally felt a bit more comfortable. She made herself clean and fresh, then headed downstairs, where the dining table was laden with a Chinese breakfast—her favorite kind. Qiao Xia was contented. Having a fried dough stick with soy milk in the morning was truly blissfully delicious.
"Auntie Pan, what day is it today?"
"Friday."
"So, I don't have to go to work, huh."
"Young Madam, since you work at the young master's company, it doesn't matter if you don't go."
"Oh... privilege, I get it." Hmph, no wonder he exhausted her so yesterday that she couldn't get out of bed.
In her confusion, she remembered begging for mercy last night, crying and pleading with him to let her go because she still wanted to go to work the next day.
Mu Liang had said, "The president's wife's primary duty is to take good care of the president and need not concern herself with the affairs of the company."
Qiao Xia poked at the fried dough stick on her plate, "Chauvinist pig!!"
