When Yang Chen arrived at Yu Lei headquarters, he noticed that the parking lot was nearly full. It was the weekend, but the significant challenges facing Yu Lei had driven all the employees to co to the company voluntarily, whether they could contribute directly or not.
After all, the benefits at Yu Lei were extrely enticing, and the employees took great pride in their company. No one wanted to lose such a reliable backing.
Yang Chen suddenly realized that he wasn't just helping his wife, Lin Ruoxi, but also aiding countless Yu Lei employees and their families. Unknowingly, he had perford a great act of kindness.
It's a pity Yang Chen knew that this world has no heaven or hell; otherwise, he might have redeed himself from a few levels of hell.
Lin Ruoxi's car wasn't in her designated parking spot, leading Yang Chen to speculate that she had probably gone directly to the Athena Group base at the resort. After all, that was the critical core to overcoming this challenge. As long as they won the stock market battle in the United States, Yu Lei would not only make a coback but also gain a considerable fortune.
Inside the building, the hurried figures of white-collar workers moved about. Every face bore a look of gravity and fatigue, but no one dared to slack off at such a critical ti.
Lin Ruoxi hadn't announced that they had secured sufficient funds, aiming to catch everyone by surprise. Unfortunately, this left the employees still thinking they were in a dire situation.
Taking the elevator to the floor where the finance departnt was located, Yang Chen found the area quiet. Almost everyone was busy in the large internal office, making the wide corridor feel sowhat deserted.
However, as he rounded the first corner, Yang Chen suddenly heard familiar voices coming from outside a fire exit door in the hallway.
"Vice President Li, please don't do this... soone might pass by..."
"What are you afraid of? Everyone is busy. Look at you, you've lost weight from all this stress."
"Vice President Li, this is... this isn't right."
"Yue'er, don't you like ?"
"It's not that..."
Standing outside the door, Yang Chen couldn't help but laugh. It was Vice President Li Minghe and Lin Ruoxi's assistant, Wu Yue. Who would have thought that the tomboyish Wu Yue would have such a mont? And Li Minghe's taste was indeed peculiar, to be interested in soone as unremarkable as Wu Yue.
But eavesdropping on soone's intimate mont wasn't right, and Yang Chen had no interest in such matters. He decided to ignore it and continued towards Mo Qianni's office.
A few minutes after Yang Chen left, the fire exit door opened, and a flustered Wu Yue, with slightly disheveled hair, erged, adjusting her clothes and looking around. She scolded the following Li Minghe, "It's all your fault, that was so risky. I think I heard soone pass by just now."
"What are you afraid of? I want the whole company to know," Li Minghe said sentintally.
Wu Yue felt as if she were drunk, her vision blurred, unable to comprehend why, if it was to make the entire company aware, they would choose such a clandestine place for an affair.
anwhile, Yang Chen swaggered through the large office of the Finance Departnt, casually asking a young female employee, "Is Minister Mo in her office?"
The young woman looked Yang Chen up and down warily, pushing up her black-frad glasses. "Do you have an appointnt? Which departnt are you from?"
Before Yang Chen could respond with frustration, a male employee, who had once sung karaoke with Yang Chen and Mo Qianni, stepped in.
"What are you looking at? This is the new Director of the subsidiary company, Director Yang. Does he need to explain why he's looking for the Minister?" The male employee, quick-witted, had guessed that Yang Chen and Mo Qianni's relationship was not simple.
Yang Chen gave him an approving glance, which made the young man feel hopeful about a promotion. He quickly said, "Director Yang, the Minister is in her office, but she seems to be in a bad mood because things are quite chaotic. You might want to be careful."
Yang Chen couldn't help but find it amusing that Mo Qianni had created such pressure on her subordinates. It reminded him of his own early days at the company when Mo Qianni had intimidated him quite severely. With that thought, he felt at ease.
At the door of the Minister's office, Yang Chen knocked, but there was no response. Finding it odd, he noticed no one else around, so he went in directly.
As he entered the office, Yang Chen realized why there was no response. A woman with graceful, full curves was lying on the leather sofa, having taken off her high heels. She was covered with a thin blanket, her long hair partially covering her delicate face.
Still in a deep sleep, Mo Qianni did not wake when Yang Chen entered. Her breathing was steady, but her delicate eyebrows were furrowed, seemingly weighed down by unresolved worries.
Yang Chen locked the door and walked softly to the sofa, sitting at Mo Qianni's feet, quietly watching the exhausted woman sleep.
Due to Yu Lei's attack, which happened in the evening of the Yanxia dostic ti, Mo Qianni was the first to receive the news. She had imdiately started organizing ergency etings with top executives, arranging finances, contacting people, and distributing tasks. From the previous day, through an entire night, and then early in the morning, she attended bidding negotiations. By noon, she returned to the company without even ti for food or water, no wonder she fell asleep directly on the office sofa. She probably intended to take a short nap before preparing for the evening's work, but this sleep had beco so deep that she didn't even notice soone entering the office.
Yang Chen couldn't resist gently stroking Mo Qianni's leg, his eyes naturally showing a touch of affection.
It's often said that n who work seriously are the most attractive, but the sa goes for won.
Mo Qianni seed to sense soone touching her. She woke sensitively from her sleep, sleepily opening her eyes and rubbing the corners of her eyes, her pouting lips making Yang Chen feel that if others saw this, he might even feel jealous.
Seeing that it was Yang Chen, Mo Qianni's intended exclamation was stifled. Realizing she had slept deeply, her cheeks flushed as she softly asked, "Why are you here without a word?"
"I knocked, but you didn't seem to hear," Yang Chen replied.
"Let go," Mo Qianni glared at him.
"What?"
"Don't play dumb. Your hand," Mo Qianni pouted.
Yang Chen's hand, at so point, had already grasped both of Mo Qianni's delicate feet together, and he was quite interested in kneading her soft, plump soles.
"We're practically an old married couple now. Let massage my little Qian Qian's feet," Yang Chen said with a grin.
Mo Qianni hesitated, "I haven't showered in over a day. They might sll."
"Not at all," Yang Chen exaggeratedly lifted her delicate feet to his nose and took a few deep breaths, smiling broadly. "They still sll wonderful..."
Mo Qianni's face turned bright red with embarrassnt as she nervously glanced at the office door. This man was truly outrageous. What if soone saw them? How could she face anyone then?
"Don't worry," Yang Chen said, giving her sole a light slap. "I locked the door."
"You're so shaless. Are you so kind of foot fetishist?" Mo Qianni playfully chided, pulling her legs back firmly, refusing to let Yang Chen touch them anymore.
Yang Chen reluctantly smacked his lips. "Love the house and its crow. If you love soone, of course, you love their feet too."
"That's twisted logic," Mo Qianni spat, but inside she was delighted, knowing Yang Chen was just trying to cheer her up.
Suddenly, rembering sothing, Mo Qianni's beautiful eyes sparkled with a hint of sleepy charm. She whispered, "Hubby, I want you to put my shoes on for ."
"Huh?" Yang Chen doubted his ears. Wasn't she just saying not to touch her feet?
"I want you to put my shoes on for ," Mo Qianni pouted. "Qiangwei told that when you put shoes on for her, Ruoxi saw it. I don't want Ruoxi to see it, but I want you to put my shoes on for too. Or are you biased? If Qiangwei gets it, I should too."
Yang Chen didn't quite understand what significance putting on shoes had, but today he was here to make his woman happy, so he complied with Mo Qianni's request.
However, when he picked up the trendy and sexy Tom Ford high heels she wore, and held her soft heel in his other hand, slowly slipping the shoe on, Yang Chen suddenly felt a strange sensation.
It was like a groom slipping a ring onto his bride's finger during a wedding, filled with deep emotions. Yang Chen suddenly realized that it was as if he was using his own hands to firmly bind this woman to him.
She was his. She was telling him that.
Yang Chen looked up, eting Mo Qianni's gaze, soft and watery. Their eyes locked, and they both broke into silly smiles.
After putting on both shoes, Mo Qianni stood up, looking energetic and poised once again. She quickly used a hair clip to tie up her long hair, but not before giving Yang Chen a kiss on the cheek as encouragent.
"You're not sending away, are you?" Yang Chen asked, feeling a bit disappointed. That romantic mont had made him think Mo Qianni might indulge him in so "office gas."
Mo Qianni knew exactly what he was thinking and laughed softly. "I have a lot of work to do. You can go find your beloved Mingyu. Knowing you care for is enough. I won't ask for much."
Yang Chen thought to himself that while she didn't ask for much, he had needs. But she was right. Liu Mingyu had ntioned wanting him to et her parents, and he hadn't yet inquired about her family situation. Today would be a good opportunity to ask and maybe get so benefits.
It was pitiful. Despite having one wife and four lovers, he rarely had the chance to enjoy ti with any of them, except for An Xin, who was conveniently nearby.
Before Yang Chen could leave the office, there was a knock on the door.
Mo Qianni's eyes showed a hint of nervousness. After all, the door was locked, and she and Yang Chen were alone in the office, which could easily lead to misunderstandings.
But there was no other option; she couldn't ask Yang Chen to jump out the window. She signaled for him to open the door while she composed herself and sat primly in her office chair.
Reluctantly, Yang Chen walked to the door and opened it, only to see that it was none other than his most familiar female colleague, Zhao Hongyan.
Dressed in a blue office outfit, Zhao Hongyan seed to have beco more graceful. Since her divorce, her complexion had improved significantly. Clearly, not having to endure the in-laws' stress had helped her maintain her beauty.
Seeing Yang Chen open the door, Zhao Hongyan's eyes showed a bit of surprise, but then she seed to understand sothing and gave Yang Chen a playful glance before entering the office, her face slightly flushed.
"Minister Mo, Minister Liu said these docunts need your final signature. She also ntioned that she couldn't attend this afternoon's eting. She needs to handle the export cooperation with Huayun Trade imdiately, so she asked to report this to you," Zhao Hongyan said, handing a stack of docunts to Mo Qianni.
Mo Qianni accepted them with a smile, showing no sign of awkwardness, but she did glance at Yang Chen with so significance, knowing that his plan to get cozy with Liu Mingyu was now ruined.
"Got it. I'm really sorry for making everyone work overti during the holidays," Mo Qianni said.
"It's no problem. We all want to get through this tough ti together," Zhao Hongyan replied with a smile.
"We definitely can," Mo Qianni affird.
After a few more words of encouragent, Zhao Hongyan hurried out of the office to continue her work, leaving Mo Qianni with a thoughtful expression. She then looked at Yang Chen at the door with a peculiar gaze, twirling a pen in her hand. "Did you do sothing to Hongyan?"
Yang Chen was taken aback. Apart from touching her thigh once, he hadn't done anything!
"What do you an by that? Do I look like that kind of person?!" Yang Chen protested righteously.
"Then why does she seem to like you?" Mo Qianni asked curiously.
"Ah?" Yang Chen forced a smile. "Qian Qian, you can't say things like that. Even though she just got divorced, I'm not soone who would take advantage of that."
"Believe it or not, I think she likes you," Mo Qianni said, waving her hand to dismiss Yang Chen as she wanted to get back to work.
Yang Chen felt a bitter taste in his mouth, feeling like a kept lover always being dismissed.
At the sa ti, a doubt arose in his mind. Rembering Zhao Hongyan's look just now and all the previous interactions, he couldn't help but wonder if his colleague really had feelings for him.
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