Depressed wife runs with the ball

Zhou Xingzhi grabbed her wrist and said in a tough tone, "Where are you going?"

"Take a taxi and go home." She stubbornly tried to shake off his hand, not willing to show weakness at all.

After fastening her seat belt again, Zhou Xingzhi started the car.

Back at Cuiyuan, Chu Yue got out of the car, closed the door, and went straight home. The old man at the gate greeted her, but she ignored him.

Was she still angry? Was it so hard to say something soft? Zhou Xingzhi sat in the car, not even having time to tell her that he was going home tonight and that the meeting would be postponed for 40 minutes.

I took out my phone and could only send her a WeChat message, but she didn't reply.

13 minutes later, she finally replied: [1]. After confirming that she had received the message, she drove away in a black Maybach.

After seeing the news, Chu Yue felt even more disgusted with this boss.

She also had to attend the evening video conference and wash the dishes that had piled up in the sink that morning. The meeting was entirely in English, and she had to write meeting minutes. Tomorrow she had to get up early to go to work, but after only a few days, she felt more tired than in previous years.

After the meeting and taking notes, it was already past 3 a.m. I bought myself some rice paper on my phone and fell asleep.

She woke up at around 7am, rushed to catch the subway to go to work, and arrived at the company at around 8:40am. She was late and hadn't had breakfast yet. Secretary Jiang came out of the conference room at around 9am and saw her. He reminded her, "Boss Zhou is in a bad mood today, and you're still late!"

"What will happen if I'm late? Will they fire me?" She didn't sleep for a few hours, and before she even had her morning coffee, she started sorting out the minutes of last night's meeting. She also had to read various emails from various departments.

Uh...who dares to fire the future president’s wife? Jiang Tao hesitated to speak.

"Secretary Jiang, what will happen if I don't understand the project in the United States and can't write the meeting minutes?" She just wanted Zhou Xingzhi to fire her and go back to Qucho to be her designer.

What will happen? It will make things difficult for him as a secretary.

"Boss Zhou said you can leave work early today." Jiang Tao didn't dare to say anything careless.

"When will he explain to you that I don't have to come to work anymore?" She picked up the documents on the table, covered her face with them, slumped in the chair, and closed her eyes to rest.

That's probably what happened after you two got married. Jiang Tao wanted to say a few more words, but Zhou Xingzhi gave him a cold look and he quickly lowered his head and went back to his office.

After the meeting, a group of people filed out. Zhou Xingzhi stood at the door of his office and saw her and Jiang Tao talking.

"Thank you for your hard work in the meeting last night." He wanted to give her a way out.

"It's not hard, but my life is miserable." Chu Yue thought it was still Jiang Tao, so he complained casually, still turning his chair with his eyes closed to rest.

"Have you had breakfast? Come in and have breakfast." Zhou Xingzhi took the folder off her face and threw it on the table.

Although Chu Yue was not convinced, he still had to eat breakfast.

"Jiang Tao and I are going to fly abroad these days, so your work will be easier. If there is anything about the company, please email me." He handed the coffee to her.

Chu Yue nodded and just focused on eating.

Although I went on a business trip to give her some time, I secretly hoped that she would take the initiative to call me or send me a video. Seeing her like this, the hope was slim.

Ever since Zhou Xingzhi went on a business trip, Chu Yue had let herself go. Although she was attending classes on time and dealing with emails, she was in a really good mood and occasionally even got up, put on some light makeup, and went to work.

I was diligently working on my calligraphy, and I was counting the days until the teacher's arrival. The English documents were still being processed very slowly, with many errors.

I was away on a business trip for two weeks, and all I received were work emails from her. Even WeChat messages were rare. The Youth Art Festival was about to begin, but she never asked about it.

We bought Su Ying's oil painting, "Street Scene," from her in the name of our company. It's her only relatively large oil painting, and if it's exhibited at the Youth Art Festival, it should make a splash.

That morning, Chu Yue was still hesitating whether to drink coffee or tea when a girl came.

Even though winter had already arrived, this girl was still wearing… relatively little, yet she looked bright, beautiful, sweet, and adorable. In fact, since arriving here, many girls had approached her to ask about Zhou Xingzhi, but she usually either read their responses or remained silent.

But they ate everything on the menu. They were happy, and Chu Yue was happy too. It was a two-way process.

"Special Assistant Chu." The little girl greeted her warmly.

"Mr. Zhou is on a business trip and hasn't come back yet. Is there anything you need from him?" She didn't remember the girl's name or whether she had been here before.

"No, I just want to ask you, do you know what Mr. Zhou likes? His birthday is coming soon, and I want to give him a gift secretly." The little girl blinked at her, which was quite cute.

"Uh... you like working, right? I think you usually read financial news, stocks and securities, etc. Oh... I think you like cultural relic restoration too."

Chu Yue remembered that he seemed to often flip through the book "I Repair Cultural Relics in the Forbidden City" at her house.

"Repairing cultural relics?" If you like cultural relics, what should you give as a gift?

"You can give him some cultural and creative products from the museum." Chu Yue suggested to her.

"Okay, thank you, Special Assistant Chu. If we succeed, I will definitely give you a big red envelope." The little girl got the information and left happily.

Chu Yue also hopes that they can succeed, so that she may be able to get rid of it.

There are also many bold people in the company who ask her for her WeChat ID, but she usually refuses, either saying that she is married and has children, or that she owes debts and cannot pay them back.

The interpersonal relationships in a small company are simple, and there are fewer people to deal with. In a large company, there are many interpersonal relationships and everyone has a lot on their mind. As the president's special assistant, naturally more people come to approach her.

This is also the reason why she feels very tired in this class.

After get off work, I found time to meet Ji Yan and Su Ying's mother, and also learned that Xinghui bought one of his oil paintings.

A businessman is indeed a businessman. Zhou Xingzhi calculated that after joining Xinghui, he would not be able to participate in the Youth Art Festival under the name of a Xinghui employee, so he bought her paintings in the name of the company and exhibited them at the art festival.

Because of Su Ying's early hype on the Internet and the influence of the Youth Art Festival, her works were exhibited at events hosted by Xinghui, and people thought that her later art works were tied to Xinghui.

In other words, she is not only Zhou Xingzhi's special assistant, but may also be an artistic representative of Star Shine in the future.

When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. At this point, she knew there was no room for struggle. On the drawing table, the "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" was already mostly completed.

The coffee beans left by Zhou Xingzhi were still in the kitchen. Chu Yue also sent his clothes to the dry cleaners to have them cleaned, folded them and put them in a bag, brought them to the company, and placed them under his desk. The laptop was also placed on his desk.

The Youth Art Festival is about to open, and many people have traveled thousands of miles to Qiancheng. The already crowded subway has become even more crowded, and the air is filled with the smell of thick clothes being taken out from the back of the closet.

The smell of mothballs and cotton wool made Chu Yue miss the cedar scent on Zhou Xingzhi, a familiar and warm smell.

That night, she sent him a WeChat message for the first time: [When will the business trip end?]

Zhou Xingzhi was a little excited when he received this WeChat message. He thought he was seeing things and looked at it several times with his phone in uncertainty. Only after he was sure did he dare to raise the corners of his mouth.

He was still in New Zealand at the time, around five in the morning.

[Tomorrow’s flight.] He replied.

Teacher Yang's flight is tomorrow, and he won't arrive until the day after tomorrow, which is also the opening day of the Youth Art Festival.

[Landed around 8:16 PM.] Zhou Xingzhi sent another message.

Chu Yue didn't reply, she fell asleep.

She saw the message that morning but ignored it. When she arrived at the office, there was a breakfast on the desk. It must have been left there by a girl: homemade cookies and bread.

It tasted good, paired with Zhou Xingzhi's coffee beans. Many people from the group came to see him, and when they saw that he hadn't returned, they would chat with Chu Yue.

Zhou Xingzhi hadn't received any more messages from Chu Yue, so he held onto the phone tightly. He didn't get a reply from her before boarding the plane, so he had to send her another message: "I'll drive to the airport to meet you."

When she saw the message, it was already past 7:40 in the evening and she had just finished the meal brought by Aunt Tian.