The little rose is so sweet and alluring, even the aloof CEO can't resist!

Xu Chaofeng: "What is it?"

Liang Liangwei: "A lighter."

Xu Chaofeng paused for a moment, then said tactfully, "Miss Liang, lighters are not allowed on airplanes."

Liang Liangwei was taken aback. Oh right, lighters are one of the dangerous items prohibited on airplanes. How could she have forgotten?

He chuckled and said, "I didn't think of that for a moment. Never mind then, thank you."

Xu Chaofeng: "Miss Liang, you're too kind. Please feel free to call me anytime if you need anything else."

Liang Liangwei: "Okay, goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, she belatedly realized how embarrassed she was; Assistant Xu was probably laughing right now.

It's really funny, hahaha...

~

On Monday morning, Yan Zhixu returned to Bosch headquarters.

Because he had been away from headquarters for almost a month, many senior executives in the group knew he was returning to the company today, so they waited in the lobby downstairs and briefly explained some matters that needed to be reported while he was going upstairs.

Today he was wearing a dark shirt, a black suit, and a long khaki trench coat. His cold, handsome face and noble demeanor attracted the attention of many people in the company.

More than ten senior executives escorted him into the elevator.

Inside the elevator, Yan Zhixu glanced at a white executive next to her and said, "You go ahead."

The white executive took a deep breath and began his report.

Because of the time constraint, each person only has 40 seconds, and everyone must finish speaking.

He stopped precisely at 38 seconds and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Zhixu turned to the other side: "You say it."

……

The 45th floor was reached quickly. The group stepped out of the elevator again. Those who had finished their reports went back into the elevator to their own offices, while the others followed them into the president's office.

Yan Zhixu stood in front of the desk, slowly placing the notebooks, documents, and mobile phones he had brought on the table one by one, and listened to the executives continue their reports.

After one person finished speaking, he looked up at them with a cold gaze and said, "I remember asking you to finish this within half a month before I left the country and send it to my email. How come you've dragged it out until now? Did you think I would forget, or did you think you couldn't take care of it while I was not in the country?"

His tone wasn't harsh, but his words carried a heavy weight. The executive instantly broke out in a cold sweat and stammered, "I...I'm working on other projects..."

Yan Zhixu said coldly, "At your position, who doesn't have several projects running at the same time? You have so many! If you can't manage them all, just say so, and I'll have another department take over!"

Letting another department take over means that the business and bonuses will all go to them, and all his previous efforts will be in vain. The executive's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, President Yan, I will speed up the process. Tomorrow, no, tonight, I will hand it over to you!"

Yan Zhixu didn't mince words: "Fine, but this month's bonus will be halved, and the department's sales commission will be reduced by 2%!"

The executive hung his head, not daring to offer the slightest resistance: "...Yes."

Seeing this, the others became nervous, while at the same time feeling fortunate that their own projects were progressing smoothly.

……

Twenty minutes later, the executives finished their report and left.

Wei Qing knocked on the door and came in, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee: "President Yan, here's your coffee."

Yan Zhixu signed the document in his hand and responded without looking up.

I have a lot of documents waiting to be reviewed. This is the amount of work that has piled up since I left a month ago. I'm bound to be extremely busy these next few days.

Wei Qing put down his coffee, opened his notebook, and began to report today's schedule: "9:00 AM, routine morning meeting; 9:30 AM, depart for the Federal Reserve to meet with Chairman Simon..."

Yan Zhixu was multitasking, checking and signing documents while listening to the schedule, occasionally humming in agreement.

After Wei Qing finished his report, he put away his tablet and asked, "How many bodyguards should I arrange for you at the Federal Reserve? Are 15 enough?"

Yan Zhixu chuckled: "Are you going to climb a mountain of knives? Six will do."

That means there were two cars following each other, one in front and one behind.

Wei Qing: "Okay, I understand. I'll go arrange it now."

After signing all the documents in his hand, Yan Zhixu stretched his neck to relax.

I picked up my coffee, took a sip, and glanced at the time: 5 to 9.

Wei Qing called the internal line at the right time to remind him: "President Yan, there are 5 minutes left in the routine morning meeting."

"understood."

I picked up my phone, opened WeChat, and saw a picture my girlfriend had sent me earlier. It showed a plate of cherries and... peaches on the table.

He raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, then realized what he meant, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly typed a reply: 【Are you on my end?】

Liang Liangwei quickly replied: 【You found out~】

Yan Zhixu chuckled softly: "Where will you be staying tonight?"

It's evening in China now. The background of the picture she sent is his family's dining table. The peaches were bought together at the supermarket that day, and they didn't finish them, so they're in the refrigerator.

He told her to go wherever she wanted, not expecting her to actually go, but she surprised him instead.

This shows that she considers his place her own territory as well.

Liang Liangwei: [We do have this plan.]

Yan Zhixu then leaned back and chatted with his girlfriend: "Did Aunt Zhang cook dinner too?"

Liang Liangwei: [No, I was too embarrassed to text her. I came over by myself, saw there was some food in the fridge, and cooked myself a bowl of noodles.]

Yan Zhixu: [You'll get used to it sooner or later. Even when I'm not home, you're practically half the head of the household. You can ask Aunt Zhang for help.]

Liang Liangwei felt a sweet warmth in her heart after reading the message the man sent her, sweeter than a ripe peach.

But then, mischievously, she nitpicked at his words: "Why am I only counted as half? What about the other half?"

Yan Zhixu: [There's still half of me left. Before, it was just me, but now that you're here, I'm only half. Being alone at home isn't complete; having you makes me whole.]

Liang Liangwei's heart began to race.

This man is getting better and better at sweet talk!

I never knew he was such a smooth talker; he could make anyone's heart flutter!

There was a knock on the door, and Wei Qing's voice rang out from outside: "President Yan, everyone in the conference room has arrived."

He called out, "Okay, I'm coming!"

When he saw his girlfriend send him another emoji of her twisting her body, he smiled.

"You can eat slowly first. I'm going to a meeting. We'll talk later."

Liang Liangwei: [Okay~]

Yan Zhixu put away her phone, got up and walked out.

Outside the door, Wei Qing was waiting with a stack of documents. When he came out, she immediately handed the documents to him.

At the same time, he noticed the smile that hadn't yet faded from his lips and froze.

Why...did Mr. Yan suddenly become more cheerful?

Mingming had long been accustomed to handling things in a calm and detached state while at work, which was also what General Manager Yan himself said—don't bring the joys and sorrows of your private life to the company, and he had also tried very hard to adapt.

But now that he's adapted, President Yan himself... has broken down?

What just happened in the office?

Seeing that President Yan ignored him and walked straight ahead, he hurriedly followed.

Upon entering the conference room, Yan Zhixu walked towards the head seat, glancing around sharply before sitting down.

The meeting room, which had been filled with people talking in hushed tones, fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes turned to the aloof man at the head of the table.

"The meeting begins."