Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

Outside the car window, neon lights gradually light up, making the city look exceptionally prosperous.

Inside the car, Lin Yunzheng gently opened her eyes and woke up again.

Song Tiancheng caught a glimpse of this scene and spoke gently, "We've reached our destination. You can take a good rest." His tone was filled with concern and consideration.

Lin Yunzheng rubbed her tired eyes and looked out the window, only to find that the car was not parked on the familiar street, but in front of the InterContinental Hotel.

She asked in confusion, "How...how did you get here?" There was a hint of surprise and confusion in her voice.

Song Tiancheng patiently explained: "Considering that you have been through so much in the past few days, including your mother's recent death, you are exhausted both physically and mentally. I have booked a room in the hotel for you to rest and recover your energy."

Seeing Lin Yunzheng's hesitation, Song Tiancheng patiently added: "You don't have to worry at all. This is a room I booked just for you. I will respect your personal space. I won't send you upstairs. But if anything happens, you can call me anytime." His tone was sincere and firm, trying his best to eliminate Lin Yunzheng's concerns.

Hearing this, Lin Yunzheng's eyes became soft and deep, revealing an indescribable emotion.

In her eyes, saying "thank you" is simple, but it contains infinite gratitude and respect in her heart.

Then, Song Tiancheng said: "Actually, I do have a lot of work waiting to be dealt with, and I have to rush back to the company now." His words were like a clear spring, slowly flowing into Lin Yunzheng's heart, dispelling all uneasiness.

Every movement of Song Tiancheng revealed his impeccable upbringing and carefulness. When he opened the car door, one hand firmly protected the edge of the roof frame to prevent Lin Yunzheng from bumping her head.

Afterwards, Song Tiancheng assisted Lin Yunzheng in completing the check-in procedures.

After everything was ready, Song Tiancheng stood quietly in the hotel lobby, watching Lin Yunzheng step into the elevator.

It wasn't until the elevator door slowly closed that he withdrew his gaze, a look of deep affection on his face.

Even at this moment, Song Tiancheng still maintained his decorum. Song Tiancheng wanted to prove with his actions that true affection did not need to be expressed in words, it could be felt with the heart.

After walking out of the hotel, Song Tiancheng sat back in the driver's seat. Before starting the engine, he took out his cell phone and called Secretary Zhang.

When the call was connected, he got straight to the point without waiting for the other party to speak. "Hello, Secretary Zhang, there's an urgent matter that needs your immediate attention."

"Mr. Song, go ahead." Secretary Zhang responded.

His voice was steady and powerful. "I need you to arrange immediately to deliver two sets of carefully selected clothing to Room 2203 of the InterContinental Hotel, including a set of pure cotton pajamas. At the same time, contact the hotel service to ensure that the dinner delivered to the room tonight is also the highest standard French cuisine." His words revealed his strict control over details and his meticulous care for Lin Yunzheng.

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Zhang listened attentively, his pen moving rapidly across the notebook, writing down every request.

"Mr. Song, which company is this client from? Is the clothing for men? Or women? What age group should wear it?" Secretary Zhang asked carefully.

"Not a client, but a friend. A thin lady in her twenties."

"Okay, Mr. Song, do you have any other requests?"

"No, I didn't come to the company today because of something. Please notify the heads of each department to hold a meeting at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning."

As a senior secretary, she could sense the importance of the matter from her boss's voice, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel a little curious and slightly envious of Lin Yunzheng, whom she had never met.

"What a lucky lady!" Secretary Zhang thought. After all, this was the first time she had received such personal attention and care from Song Tiancheng. She imagined the mysterious woman's appearance in her mind and imagined the reason why she was treated so well.

However, the next second, Secretary Zhang quickly collected her thoughts and returned to her professional state, "Understood, Mr. Song, I will take care of it immediately and ensure that everything is carried out according to your requirements." She knew very well that no matter how her heart was fluctuating, the most important thing at the moment was professionalism and efficiency.

Having worked with Song Tiancheng for many years, Secretary Zhang always felt that Song Tiancheng was like a rigorous work machine and never had any personal feelings.

Of course, Secretary Zhang doesn't have to worry about the boss making excessive demands on female subordinates in the workplace, because Song Tiancheng never mentions this matter.

After the brief conversation, Secretary Zhang hung up the phone, drove to buy clothes, and delivered them to the hotel.

Song Tiancheng drove back to the company.

After reaching the top floor, Song Tiancheng went straight to the president's office, which was full of documents and reports waiting to be reviewed.

One of the documents, about a new drug's Phase III clinical research project, was particularly important. He reviewed it one by one with a sharp eye, not missing any details.

Drug ingredient analysis, efficacy prediction, safety assessment... every page is an in-depth analysis of the research team's hard work.

Song Tiancheng knows very well that behind every signature lies not only commercial value, but also social responsibility and moral commitment.

Time passed quietly, stars twinkled outside the window, and the only sounds in the room were the typing of keyboards and the occasional turning of pages.

After receiving the call, Secretary Zhang quickly went to purchase clothes, sent them to the hotel, and notified the hotel to deliver meals.

The moment she knocked on the door of Room 2203, Secretary Zhang felt a little curious about who it was that required President Song to personally arrange for clothes to be delivered to her.

There was a gentle knock on the door, and Secretary Zhang was waiting outside.

The door slowly opened, and what came into view was Lin Yunzheng's pale face with faint shadows under her eyes.

"Hello, Miss Lin." Secretary Zhang greeted softly, trying to keep her tone gentle. "I'm Mr. Song's secretary. I've brought you some clothes according to Mr. Song's instructions. The hotel will also bring you some meals later." There was sincere concern in her words.

Then she carefully handed over the clothes.

"Thank you. Please thank Mr. Song for me too." Lin Yunzheng didn't expect Song Tiancheng to be so thoughtful.

"You're welcome. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

“No more,” Lin Yunzheng replied.

At this time, the hotel's waiter appeared at the door, pushing a cart full of exquisite tableware.

The delivery man opened the thermal lid, and a variety of French delicacies appeared in front of everyone: golden foie gras with crispy bread slices, juicy steak garnished with colorful vegetables, and the classic French cream of mushroom soup, full of rich milky aroma.

Looking at all this, Secretary Zhang's eyes flashed with amazement, followed by a hint of unconscious envy.

"Our President Song is usually very busy and devotes himself to his work. I have never seen him care so much about any lady." Secretary Zhang said.

"Ah?" Lin Yunzheng was stunned.

Before leaving, Secretary Zhang nodded to Lin Yunzheng and said sincerely: "Please enjoy this dinner. I hope it will bring you a happy mood." At that moment, she showed the professional elegance that an excellent secretary should have.

After dinner, Lin Yunzheng took a shower, changed into pajamas, and went to bed. She felt too tired these past few days. In her dream, Lin Yunzheng dreamed of her mother, as if she had never left.

After finishing the project materials at hand, Song Tiancheng saw the hot news on his mobile phone. It was a picture of himself carrying Lin Yunzheng into the car, and there were a lot of comments below. Song Tiancheng frowned.

Huo Chenyuan, far away on the other side of the ocean, woke up in his hotel that morning and saw the same trending news in Yunzhou. He was instantly furious and clenched his fists. After calming down, he realized he knew Lin Yunzheng's character well. He hadn't been able to be with her these past few days, and he wanted to hug her. Even if he had a thousand words to explain, he just wanted to hold her in his arms first.