Ignoring it all, I spent the night in the cramped back room of my restaurant, then got up the next morning to work as usual.
The looks my employees gave me when they entered the restaurant were clearly laced with a hint of disdain. I simply acted as if I hadn't noticed a thing.
But not long after, Cindy arrived with Joshua.
"Honey, how's the wound on your head? Does it still hurt? Joshua and I came to apologize. We even made your favorite beef soup."
She handed me a thermos with concern, then coquettishly added, "Honey, please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
Smack! I raised my hand and smacked the thermos away.
The soup was now splashed everywhere.
Seeing this, Cindy's face was filled with shock and she immediately burst into tears of grief.
Behind her, Joshua glared angrily and tried to argue with me, but she stopped him.
Several employees began to murmur. "I really don't know what the boss is thinking. Just because the boss's wife bought egg yolk custard tarts, he's being so aggressive, threatening to divorce her."
"Yeah, the boss's wife keeps compromising and trying to please him, but it's useless. Maybe the boss already has someone else and she's making a scene on purpose."