Remarriage to a Rich Famliy

“But it’s up to you.” Wang Boyce gritted his teeth and turned to Asistant Chen, “From now on Ms. Yang will be yours, teach her well.”

“Mr. Wang, don’t worry about it.” Asistant Chen gave Wang Boyce a faint smile.

That smile was so sweet that even Yang June looked offended.

Yang June was about to say something else, but Wang Boyce had already turned around and headed inside the office.

In a flash, she didn’t care if this was an office area or not, and yelled angrily at Wang Boyce’s back, “Wang Boyce! I’m not your slave girl! Why should I listen to you …!”

Wang Boyce stopped in his tracks and twisted his head to stare at her coldly, “Do you want the whole floor to come over and watch the fun and not be able to do their jobs properly?”

Yang June swept around and was sure to see that countless employees were giving themselves a salute.

Not wanting to keep the crowd going, she had to shut up.

The slightest movement made the pain in her feet unbearable, and she couldn’t walk if she wanted to, and right now she couldn’t do anything but sit in the chair and sulk.

Asistant Chen, on the other hand, was a woman with a great attitude, and she continued to smile no matter how uncooperative she was.

Throughout the morning, Yang June was not only angry, but she was instructed by Asistant Chen to sign a pile of documents, the titles of which she was forced to sign without reading anything other than the application for employment.

She couldn’t read it, and she didn’t have the heart to do so.

At lunchtime, the secretary lady walked in with two takeaways and handed one of them to Yang June with a smile, “Assistant Yang, this is your lunch.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Although she is only a tiny assistant and has entered the company in such a sudden and comical way, the employees know her as Wang Boyce’s wife and are certainly too nice to be nice to her.

Yang June looked at the lunch the secretary lady had placed on the table and wondered, “I didn’t order fast food.”

“Mr. Wang ordered it for you. Would you like to go in and eat with Mr. Wang?”

Tsk, a president of the hall still eats takeout? Do you need to be so diligent and frugal.

“Yeah, go in and eat with him.” Yang June said and swung her own wheelchair towards Wang Boyce’s office.

The secretary lady walked into the president’s room carrying two boxed lunches and said to Wang Boyce who was busy working, “Mr. Wang, Assistant Yang would like to dine with you.”

Wang Boyce raised his head, stunned before his eyes fell on Yang June behind the secretary lady. Then he nodded, “Yes, come in.”

The secretary lady opened the boxed lunch, one of which was the teriyaki beef and garlic fish that Yang June liked, while the other was all vegetarian.

Wang Boyce finished the last bit of work, came over and sat down across from her, picked up his chopsticks and said blandly, “Let’s eat.”

Yang June shifted her gaze from the vegetarian dish inside the box to his, sizing him up and asking, “Are you on a diet?”

Wang Boyce gave her a look, “No?”

He didn’t tell her that the doctor had advised him that it was best not to eat anything too greasy during this time.

Yang June was speechless.

He’s got a nice, standard body, right? Why lose weight?

Of course, she wasn’t in the mood to say nice things to him right now, but said with a straight face, “Mr. Wang, can you seriously answer me why you want to get me to work at the company? I really don’t have an ounce of interest.”

“Yang June–.” Wang Boyce stared up at her and said, “Have you forgotten your last name already?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your last name is Yang, this is The Yang Family, you’re not contributing to your own group and running off to work for someone else, do you think that’s appropriate?”

Yang June’s speech stalled, she hadn’t really thought about it.

“Don’t we have you at work?” She dropped her face and whispered a low coo.

The Yang Family was founded by your grandfather and is the root of your Yang family, how can you feel so comfortable handing over your family business to an outsider? Is it true that in the future, when I am no longer around, you can casually give the business to another man as well?”

Yang June looked at him with an innocent face, “I’ve never treated you like an outsider, before you were my brother, now yours is my husband.”

“You …” Wang Boyce language stalled, looking at her face of sincerity, his heart suddenly warm.

As far back as he could remember, Yang June had always rejected him.

Never treated him as an outsider, so assuredly handed over the entire group to him? Should I call her stupid or …

“Besides, by the time you are gone, our children will be grown up, and then of course they will be the ones to take care of the company, so why should we give it to another man?” Yang June continued.

Wang Boyce was utterly and completely gagged by her, what did he have to say to make her a little guarded?

Were they going to tell her that they couldn’t wait for the kids to grow up? That the company would soon be left unattended?

“I’m not eating, I’m going home!” Yang June forgot for a moment about the fact that she had an injury on her foot and put down her chopsticks to get up.

As soon as her foot touched the ground, she cried out in pain, and her body fell heavily to the side.

Wang Boyce reached out with a quick eye and grabbed her arm, rising to wrap his arms around her swaying body.

“That hurts. …” Yang June’s eyes were tearing up.

“You know it hurts and you’re still moving around.” Wang Boyce helped her back into the wheelchair and knelt down beside her, gently lifting her injured foot and surveying it. Then lifting it back up, he asked without a smile, “Does it still hurt? Has it shifted?”

“It’s better, it shouldn’t have shifted.” Yang June said this, but tears were still coming out of her eyes.

Wang Boyce took her into his arms and patted her shoulder, his voice softening considerably, “Don’t cry, and be careful next time.”

Yang June’s cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, actually feeling less sore.

Not that it didn’t hurt, but it was an instant distraction.

After knowing Wang Boyce for so long and being married to him for months, today was the first time that she heard his heartbeat so clearly and felt his care.

She couldn’t resist putting her arms around his waist, her little face buried in his arms feeling his unique scent.

Wang Boyce looked down at the top of her head, knowing how much she was depending on him at the moment, and he couldn’t help but cool his tone down, “Does it still hurt?”

“It still hurts.” Yang June’s muffled voice burrowed out of his arms.

Wang Boyce, however, forcefully pulled her out of his arms and stared at her blandly, “You have half an hour to eat, and you must be back at your post in half an hour, as a company attendance rule.”

Really, just now you were fine, and then you look like a different person. It’s so impersonal.

Yang June gave him a breathless cross look, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

For the departure, she had lost hope just by looking at the determination on Wang Boyce’s face.

After a long day at the office, Yang June thinks she can finally go home. Instead, she received a notice at the end of the day, asking her to accompany Wang Boyce to meet a client in the evening.

Yang June pointed at herself and said to Asistant Chen, “Sister Chen, did you hear correctly that Mr. Wang asked me to accompany him to a client meeting?”

“Yes, Mr. Wang ordered it himself.” Sister Chen was also puzzled, but the facts were in front of her and she could not afford to doubt them.

“He can’t carry me on his back, can he?” Yang June was speechless.

Asistant Chen shook his head, “I don’t know, why don’t you ask Mr. Wang yourself?”

Yang June did want to find out if Wang Boyce was really that sick, but Wang Boyce came out of his office at that moment, stood directly in front of her and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Mr. Wang, do you really want me to accompany you to the client?” Yang June scowled at him, was he sick? Or is this another way for him to torture her and get back at her?

“When have I ever joked with you?” Someone had a serious face.

“But …”

“But you can’t leg it, can you? It’s okay, I’m here.” With that, Wang Boyce picked her up from the chair and headed in the direction of the elevator in full view of everyone.

Asistant Chen hurriedly pushed over Yang June’s wheelchair to follow.