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Wenren Chen sat in his office chair processing documents, while Song Xingwen stood in front of the desk. As the busy tone came on, he took out his phone and looked at the person signing their name on the document with a pen.

He was in the president's office when the young mistress sent the message, delivering the documents.

When the young mistress sent the message, he informed President Chen.

Mr. Chen only said one sentence: reply as you normally would.

So he answered as usual, and then the young mistress called. He answered and put the phone on speakerphone.

Mr. Chen heard everything the young mistress said.

However, President Chen did not show any unusual expression on his face.

He processed the documents without even lifting his eyes.

But he knew that Chen always listened to what the young mistress said.

Now, the call ended, and Song Xingwen remained silent, waiting for Wenren Chen to sign the documents.

The pen was held in a hand with distinct knuckles, its nib landing on the document page, the black ink leaving sharp, bold strokes in the blank space.

Wenren Chen closed the document and handed it to Song Xingwen: "For the project in Shancheng, we don't need to rush, we just need to do it well."

Song Xingwen took the document and said, "Okay."

Historical and cultural projects are prone to problems if rushed.

Moreover, this project was originally intended for the young mistress, and President Chen values ​​it highly.

In short, "Zhou Jianye's side has been trying various ways to get involved in this project and get a share of the profits."

"He did not give up."

Wenren Chen's voice was cold: "Whoever gave him this opportunity, Tiansheng will never cooperate with him again."

Song Xingwen bowed his head: "Yes."

He knew what to do.

He took the documents and left.

Wenren Chen sat in her office chair, looking out at the bright sky. Under the vast sunlight, the tall buildings shone brightly, just like her eyes.

Wenren Chen looked at the light and color, his eyes narrowed slightly, filled with a deep and profound aura as they were absorbed by the endless light.

Then, the light was completely swallowed up and disappeared into the deep, dark night.

As the car drove on, Zhou Yi messaged Qin Shi to ask about his injury. Qin Shi replied, telling her that he was much better and not to worry.

Zhou Yi had thought of what Qin Shi was saying. Her brother would always say he was fine even if something was wrong, because he didn't want her to worry.

So she wanted to call Qin Shi to ask him about his situation, but Qin Shi said he didn't have time right now and would send her a message later.

Zhou Yi knew he was working from his reply. "My brother wouldn't not work," she obediently said, "Okay, I'll call you when he's done."

After finishing his conversation with Qin Shi, Zhou Yi looked at the scenery ahead and, thinking of Wenren Chen, asked, "Old Fang, I want to ask you something. When Mr. Wenren went to the company this morning, did you notice the injury on his forehead?"

Mr. Fang is the gentleman's driver, and he can see the gentleman's condition.

Old Fang gripped the steering wheel and drove steadily. When Zhou Yi's voice came, he looked in the rearview mirror and replied, "Yes, young mistress."

Zhou Yi said, "Do you see any improvement in the injury on your forehead, sir? Is it any better than yesterday?"

Old Fang said, "It's getting better; the color looks lighter than yesterday."

Hearing Lao Fang's words, Zhou Yixin put down her mind and said with a smile, "Okay."

The man's injury is improving day by day, as are my brother's and my grandmother's.

well.

At 11:50, the car came to a smooth stop outside the company gate.

Old Fang got out of the car and took out the thermos and first-aid kit from the trunk. Zhou Yi had mentioned it before, saying, "Old Fang, you go eat, I'll go in first."

Old Fang said, "Yes, young mistress."

Zhou Yi carried a thermos and a first-aid kit into the company. As soon as she entered, two receptionists immediately ran to her and took the first-aid kit and thermos from her hands: "Ms. Zhou, let us help you with your things."

The receptionist did this because the gentleman had instructed her to, so Zhou Yi didn't refuse and said with a smile, "Thank you for your trouble."

"No trouble, it should be."

"Miss Zhou, please."

Two employees led Zhou Yi into the president's private elevator, just like yesterday, following her like two maids behind her, walking on her left and right, helping her carry her things, until they reached the president's room.

"Knock knock."

The receptionist knocked on the president's office door, and Zhou Yi said to them, "Give me the things, you can go back to your work."

The two employees hurriedly said, "Ms. Zhou, let us help you carry it in."

"No need, I..."

"Click."

The door to the CEO's office opened.

Upon hearing the sound, Zhou Yi looked over and saw Song Xingwen walking out from inside with documents in his hand.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi, he nodded to her, then looked at the two receptionists and said, "Take your things inside."

The two receptionists bowed their heads and said, "Yes."

Take the things inside immediately.

Song Xingwen looked at Zhou Yi and called out, "Young Madam."

When Zhou Yi saw Song Xingwen, he originally wanted to ask about Wenren Chen, but upon hearing the name Song Xingwen, Zhou Yi immediately felt nervous.

She looked around.

Tiansheng takes its lunch break promptly at 12:00. It's still a few minutes before 12:00, and the employees are still in the company.

As Zhou Yi arrived, everyone's eyes seemed to turn towards him unintentionally.

Zhou Yi looked at them, and just as she was about to calm down, she noticed everyone's gaze, and she felt uneasy.

I'm afraid they'll hear those three words.

but.

Zhou Yi pursed her lips slightly, then said with a slightly pale face, "Assistant Song, is the gentleman inside?"

Seeing Zhou Yi's sudden nervousness, Song Xingwen said, "President Chen is inside."

Zhou Yi said, "Okay, I'll go in first, you go ahead and get busy."

After speaking, he looked around at the gazes directed at him, and his unease grew even stronger.

Upon seeing Zhou Yi enter the president's office, Song Xingwen glanced at her slender figure and then at the gazes around him. He adjusted his glasses, picked up the documents, and left.

As he left, the two receptionists immediately lowered their heads and followed him out.

but!

Their faces were filled with shock!

What did they just hear? Assistant Song called Miss Zhou "Young Madam"?

Young mistress?

Were they hallucinating?

Really? Really? Really?!

The two receptionists left, and the door to the president's office closed quietly.

As Zhou Yi entered, she immediately saw the person wearing a business shirt, exuding a powerful aura, sitting in an office chair and working.

He flipped through the documents; there was a stack of documents on his desk. People came and went in the president's office, but he didn't even flinch.

Looking at the cold, indifferent face that seemed completely different from usual, Zhou Yi felt a slight reduction in her tension and unease. She glanced at the thermos and first-aid kit on the coffee table, quietly put down her canvas bag, picked up the thermos and placed it on the table, then wiped her hands and quietly began arranging lunch.

The atmosphere in the CEO's office was quiet.

In this silence, faint sounds can be heard.

The sound of turning pages in a document, the sound of setting out dishes.

Although they are two completely different sounds, when they are in the same room, they do not feel bad at all, but blend together naturally.

This gave the cold and indifferent CEO's office a touch of warmth.

even.

When the insulated container is opened, a fresh and fragrant aroma fills the air.

Everything here is different.