She wanted to marry, and he was anxious

Soon, Yang Yi came running over: "Madam, why are you here?"

"I'm off today, so I came to bring him food."

After Ye Zhihan said goodbye and thanked the people at the front desk, he followed Yang Yi to the private elevator. The sound of the two people's conversation gradually faded away, leaving only the girls at the front desk chattering in their place.

"The president's wife is much prettier than in the photo."

"Yes, yes, and so gentle."

"She just said thank you to me."

Yang Yi brought Ye Zhihan to Ji Hanzhou's office. Along the way, every employee who met her greeted her one by one, and their enthusiastic attitude seemed as if she came here often.

"Madam, please wait a moment. President Ji is still in a meeting. Please call me if you need anything."

"Alright, get on with your work."

It was Ye Zhihan's first time in Ji Hanzhou's office. She looked around casually. The layout inside was quite similar to Qin Yaju's study, luxurious, restrained, simple and elegant. She walked to Ji Hanzhou's desk, where piles of documents were neatly placed. A display table on top seemed a little out of place. It was their wedding photo.

She was used to it. After all, in Qinyaju, their wedding photos were hung in the bedroom, study, cloakroom, and corridor. She put the table in place and looked up to see a painting hanging opposite the desk.

She walked over in disbelief. She was very familiar with this painting. It was the first painting she had auctioned. She looked at the signature on the lower right corner and confirmed that it was undoubtedly hers. She didn't expect that the buyer was actually him.

She reached out her hand tremblingly and gently stroked the painting. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and tears seemed to be welling up in her eyes, as if the crystal tears would roll down at any time.

"Madam, do you like this painting too?" Ji Hanzhou walked gently behind her and stopped, saying softly.

Ye Zhihan turned around and said excitedly: "Ji Hanzhou, where did you get this painting?"

Ji Hanzhou turned his attention to the painting: "This painting was bought at the Brilliant Art Auction in Beijing on May 5, seven years ago."

Ye Zhihan said: "So the mysterious buyer back then was you?"

Ji Hanzhou pretended to be surprised: "Oh? What does Madam mean?"

Ye Zhihan didn't say anything.

"Madam is the painter from that year."

Ye Zhihan nodded affirmatively.

Ji Hanzhou's lips curled up, and the smile was like a spring breeze, "So, my wife and I are really destined to be together."

When Ye Zhihan was 18 years old, she made her mark in the painting world with a painting called "Sunrise". That year, her painting was sold to a mysterious buyer for million yuan. Although she knew that her painting was not worth that much, it was undoubtedly a great encouragement to her, allowing her to firmly continue on the path of painting.

"Yes, the buyer's information was kept confidential."

"Afterwards I wanted to thank him in person, but the organizer said he had already left."

"I asked them for your information, and they said it was confidential."

"I've always regretted not meeting him all these years."

"I didn't expect that person to be you."

"What a coincidence."

Ji Hanzhou couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and his smile was full of joy, "Yes, what a coincidence, maybe this is fate."

"If I had known that Madam had always wanted to see me, I should have appeared in front of you earlier."

Ye Zhihan's face turned red, as tempting as a ripe apple, "It's not too late to know now, at least I know who that person was back then."

"Yes, yes, it's not too late. After many twists and turns, not only has the painting returned to Madam, but I am also yours."

Ye Zhihan's heartbeat, which had just been suppressed, began to beat rapidly again, and the violent beating seemed to be about to burst out of his chest.

Again? Do you think you can flirt with people just because you are good-looking?

Ye Zhihan pretended to be calm and said, "Come and eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

Ji Hanzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, "Okay."

At the auction that year, Ye Zhihan did not see Ji Hanzhou, or even if he saw him, he did not notice him.

However, Ji Hanzhou watched her the whole time in his own private box and did not leave until he finished taking pictures of her paintings.

During the meal, Ye Zhihan asked, "Why do all the employees in your company seem to know me?"

Ji Hanzhou said slowly: "You are their boss lady, of course they have to know you."

"Did you arrange it?"

Ji Hanzhou replied, "It's Yang Yi."

Ye Zhihan couldn't help but despise him in his heart. Yang Yi is your subordinate. How dare he make the decision without your consent? He obviously did so much in private, but he still didn't admit it. Ye Zhihan inexplicably felt that Ji Hanzhou was a little cute.

Ye Zhihan is probably the only one in the world who would associate Ji Hanzhou with the word cute.

She picked up a piece of lobster meat and put it in his bowl. "You are tired from work, eat more."

From the day they got their marriage certificate, Ji Hanzhou asked Yang Yi to send Ye Zhihan's photo to various work groups and tell them that this was their boss's wife.

Although at that moment he didn't dare to guarantee that Ye Zhihan would come to the company one day, he still did it.

It has to be said that it is not easy for Ji Hanzhou to be the president. He has to get back to work right after finishing his meal.

"If you have nothing to do this afternoon, why don't you stay here and play for a while?"

"I'll take you out for dinner tonight."

Ye Zhihan thought that she really had nothing important to do, and that if they went out for dinner in the evening, it would be a good opportunity for Aunt Liu to have a rest, so she agreed.

Before leaving, Ji Hanzhou gave detailed instructions: "I'll have someone send some fruits, cakes, and drinks over later."

"If you need anything, just find Yang Yi."

"I'm in the meeting room next door, you can come to me directly."

Ye Zhihan looked at him, who looked like an old father giving instructions before leaving, and couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, President Ji, I'm not a child, I can take care of myself, just go back to work with peace of mind."

Ji Hanzhou smiled dotingly, "Then I'll get busy."

Ji Hanzhou walked out of the office with a smile on his face. Last time she called him Mr. Ji, and now she called him President Ji.

Thinking of this, the curve of his mouth deepened a little.

Yang Yi looked at his boss who seemed a little strange, and for a moment he didn't dare to step forward.

Ji Hanzhou looked up and saw Yang Yi looking at him from a distance. He immediately returned to his usual serious demeanor. "What are you standing there for? Are you done with your work?"

When Yang Yi heard the tone, he hurried forward and thought to himself: That's right, this is the impression he has of his boss.

"I've just notified them that this afternoon's meeting will be moved forward two hours."

Ji Hanzhou said nothing, turned around and walked into the meeting room nearby. He paused at the door and said, "Pay attention to it later. If there is any situation, notify me immediately."

Yang Yi glanced in the direction of the office and said, "Okay, don't worry."

After Ji Hanzhou went in, Yang Yi returned to his workstation. He became more and more certain in his heart that even if he had to offend the boss in the future, he must not offend the boss's wife. This person was so precious in his own territory, what would happen if she was exposed outside?

Not long after Ji Hanzhou left, Yang Yi brought her orange juice, blueberry mille-feuille, and a fruit platter. Fearing that she would be bored, he also brought her a tablet.

Ye Zhihan watched entertainment variety shows for a while and fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.