The Mad Guardian

Company cafeteria.

Located in the company building.

Although it's not big, the food is decent.

Jiang Chuan came here, casually found a place to sit, ordered two steamed buns and a small dish of pickles, and then started eating.

Just then, a few female employees swayed over and sat down next to him, casting glances in his direction from time to time, followed by whispers that quickly floated over.

"Hey, have you heard? That driver and bodyguard of President Qiu, turns out to be her husband!"

"What? Can't be, right? President Qiu, so beautiful and of such noble status, married someone with that kind of status?"

"That can't be true, right? Or maybe some rich kid is just playing the hero here?"

"Hero? Let me tell you, I heard that this Jiang Chuan's family are farmers, they work the land!"

"Oh my gosh! Farmers? Are there really young people who are still farmers these days? Isn't this guy just a useless nobody?"

"I think he is! I really can't understand, why would President Qiu, being so beautiful and wealthy, be interested in a man who's just like a useless bum!"

"Exactly, he looks like a useless bum and a pauper. Look, he can't even afford a proper meal, just steamed buns and pickles! Haha!"

Jiang Chuan heard the chattering very clearly, but he didn't care.

He lowered his head and smiled faintly, then continued eating his meal.

However—

Jiang Chuan's indifference didn't make those nosy women back off; instead, it fueled their enthusiasm even more.

The woman with a braid even stood up and walked straight to Jiang Chuan.

From above, she haughtily questioned, "Hey, you're Jiang Chuan, President Qiu's husband, right?"

Jiang Chuan raised his head and looked at her. This woman had a decent figure, but she looked sharp-tongued and bitter. Even if she were offered to him for free, he wouldn't want her.

The braided woman wore a proud expression, looking down at Jiang Chuan, and when she saw the food in front of him, her eyes showed a bit of disdain.

"Jiang Chuan, do you really think you deserve our President Qiu?"

At this point, the other female employees gathered around, starting to denounce Jiang Chuan with various disparaging remarks echoing ceaselessly.

"Jiang Chuan, do you think you're worthy of our President Qiu?"

"Yeah, you, a useless country bumpkin, actually dare to marry such an excellent woman like President Qiu. Don't you think you're tarnishing something precious?"

"Exactly, a powerhouse woman like President Qiu needs a husband who can protect her, help her, and love her. Do you think you have that qualification, that ability?"

At this moment, the female employees seemed to transform into goddesses of justice, condemning Jiang Chuan as if he were some heinous villain.

Jiang Chuan finally lazily lifted his head, coldly retorting, "My marriage with Qianyu is our family matter. What does it have to do with you?"

"How does it not concern us? President Qiu is our president, and she's also our sister. What do you say about that?"

"Exactly, this person speaks so uncouthly—clearly a country bumpkin who's never seen the world. To think someone like this is with President Qiu, I truly feel sorrow for her!"

"Jiang Chuan, I advise you to divorce President Qiu soon. There are plenty of good men out there, don't delay President Qiu's happiness!"

This group of female employees was like a bunch of sparrows, chirping annoyingly.

Jiang Chuan frowned; he had no interest in arguing with a bunch of women.

These people, purely meddling for lack of better things to do.

"Oh, are you angry? Does a country bumpkin like you even have the right to be angry?"

The female employees took advantage, each looking as if they wanted to beat Jiang Chuan up in anger.

Just then, a man walked over slowly, with a cold smile.

The man was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back, looking like an accomplished person.

"What are you doing? Eat properly, why all the noise? Do you think this is a marketplace?"

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