The mysterious CEO's endless pampering

Just as Xu Fan was hesitating whether to call Li Zhanting again, his phone rang. Seeing that it was the president's number, he quickly answered, "President, are you coming to the company today?"

The company is now truly leaderless. The chairman has been semi-retired and basically doesn't participate in domestic affairs. Li Yanchen, who worked for Li Zhanting for half a year, also requested paternity leave a few days ago to go home and be with his wife.

If Li Zhanting doesn't come to the company to take charge soon, the company is really going to fall into chaos.

"Wait for me in my car downstairs in ten minutes." Li Zhanting's cold was quite severe, and he coughed involuntarily as he spoke.

Xu Fan immediately sensed something was wrong. "President, do you... have a cold? Should I call a doctor to come and take a look at you?"

Li Zhanting refused in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, just a minor cold."

Xu Fan didn't dare to say anything more. "Okay, I'll drive over to pick you up right away."

After hearing him finish the phone call and say he was going to the company, Shen Yanran said with some concern, "You still have a fever. Why don't you not go to the company? What if it gets worse?"

Li Zhanting threw off the blanket and comforted Shen Yanran in a low voice, "I feel much better after taking the medicine. Don't worry, I'm in good health, I'll be fine."

Shen Yanran still said with some unease, "But..."

Li Zhanting suddenly stood up, pressed his forehead against Shen Yanran's, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Feel if my forehead isn't hot anymore. That means the medicine you gave me is effective, and my body is slowly recovering. There's really no need to worry. Besides, there's been a lot going on at the company lately. My older brother and father aren't here, so I'm the only one who can go. After all, there are thousands of employees in the company who depend on me for their livelihood."

Hearing this, Shen Yanran had no choice but to compromise. When she helped him change his clothes after he finished washing up, she carefully instructed him, "Work is work, but you still need to take care of your health. Take your medicine half an hour after lunch, don't forget."

"Okay, I'll remember, my dear wife." Li Zhanting longed to give Shen Yanran a farewell kiss at this moment, but he was afraid of infecting her with his illness, so he forcibly held back.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and Shen Yanran escorted Li Zhanting to the door.

Aunt Chen and Aunt Dong, holding their two children, stood at a distance watching him. After all, he was now a "big virus," and the babies were less than a month old and so fragile. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

Li Zhanting looked at the two children, who were quite far away from him, with some reluctance for a while before turning away.

When he arrived at the apartment building, Xu Fan was already waiting to pick him up in her car.

Before getting into the car, Li Zhanting put on a mask. After all, the car was a closed space, and he didn't want Xu Fan to get infected by accident. If she got sick, there would be no one he could trust to help him.

Not long after Li Zhanting got into the car, Xu Fan took the initiative to bring up the matter of Shen Yanran being framed for premature birth. "President, I have made some progress in investigating Madam's premature birth. The musk was bought by one of the Lin family's drivers, the day after the old lady brought the sachet back. Unfortunately, the driver went back to his hometown, a remote small city, and we haven't found him yet, so we don't have direct evidence to prove that Lin Ruoqi did it."

Do you have a photo of that driver?

"Yes, Mr. President, it's on my phone."

Li Zhanting's deep, dark eyes suddenly sharpened, and he coldly instructed, "She's too green to play tricks on me. Find someone with a similar build and appearance to that driver, give him some makeup, and dress him up exactly like that driver. I'll keep him for myself."

Xu Fan immediately understood what Li Zhanting meant by doing this. "Yes, President, I know what to do."

Upon arriving at the company, Li Zhanting immediately convened a high-level meeting.

This operation lasted all morning, without even allowing time for lunch break.

In the end, Shen Yanran was worried about Li Zhanting and called him to remind him to eat and take his medicine on time, which led to the meeting being paused.

However, Li Zhanting was probably sick and didn't have much of an appetite, so he ate a few bites and then sat in his office chair with his eyes closed to rest for a while.

Suddenly a familiar voice burst in, "Old Li, Old Li, what are you doing? Why didn't you answer all my calls?"

Li Zhanting woke up with a slight frown and said in a deep voice without any politeness, "I don't want to answer."

He's busy taking care of his wife and kids all day long, or dealing with company matters. He has no time to answer Song Yue's calls or listen to his rambling.

Song Yue felt quite wronged. "Seriously, Lao Li, do you have to be so heartless? Aren't we still good brothers?"

Li Zhanting coughed twice, his throat sore, and said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, cough cough... spit it out if you have something to say!"

"Huh? What's wrong? Why are you coughing? Did you catch a cold?" Song Yue immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

Li Zhanting subconsciously leaned back, "If you don't want to catch my infection, stay away from me."

Song Yue, seemingly unconcerned, said, "You're really sick? That's rare. Why aren't you resting at home? Don't tell me you're here to earn money for your son and daughter's milk powder..."

Li Zhanting had no intention of discussing children with an unmarried man. "Enough with the nonsense. Just tell me why you came to see me."

Song Yue slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot the important thing. I came to you to tell you that my parents have agreed to my marriage with Wenqian, but Wenqian's parents have a problem. They seem to think that I am not a good person and that I am trying to deceive their daughter. So I wanted to talk to you and ask Sister-in-law Yanran to put in a good word for me."

Li Zhanting refused without even thinking, "No, my wife hasn't finished her postpartum confinement yet."

"No way! I'm just one step away from marrying Wenqian. You can't just stand by and watch me die. Please ask Sister-in-law Yanran to help me." Song Yue had no other choice but to come to him, only to be rejected outright, showing no brotherly respect whatsoever.

Li Zhanting knew that Song Yue had fallen in love with her. It was rare for him to find a woman he liked so much, and as his good brother, he would naturally help him, but not now. "I can help you, but you have to wait until my wife finishes her postpartum confinement. You can't rush things."

How could Song Yue not be anxious? He had everything ready except for his future in-laws' approval. "Actually, it's not that my sister-in-law has to go there in person. She just needs to find out indirectly why Wenqian's parents don't agree to our marriage so I can address the problem."

Li Zhanting suddenly felt fortunate that when he and Shen Yanran registered their marriage, there were no so-called parents-in-law who objected, saving them so much trouble. "Okay, I'll ask around for you, but whether it works out in the end depends on your own efforts."

Song Yue finally saw a glimmer of hope. "Of course I understand. Please thank your sister-in-law for me. I won't bother you any longer. I'm leaving."

After leaving Li Zhanting's office, he immediately called Wen Qian and said, "Honey, I miss you. Let me treat you to lunch."

Wenqian had just finished her work and was feeling hungry. "Okay, let's meet at Youyuan Noodle Shop near our company downstairs."

Song Yue didn't want to mistreat his future wife. "You only have noodles for lunch? Isn't that too much of a waste on yourself? I'll treat you to a big meal."

Wenqian said nonchalantly, "No need, my lunch break is short, I'll just have a quick bite there, it tastes great, I eat there often."

Seeing that she seemed to really like it, Song Yue didn't press the matter. "Alright, if you like it, I'll come find you now."

Winters in Haicheng are quite cold; almost everyone on the street is wearing thick down jackets.

Wenqian, wanting to look pretty, only wore a coat. So as soon as she left the company building, she wrapped herself up tightly and ran towards the noodle shop with her head down.

She was worried that Song Yue wouldn't be able to find the ground, so she sent him her location. But then, someone bumped into her with a "bang," knocking her phone to the ground.

Wenqian had just recently replaced her phone, and she immediately felt sorry for it, so she bent down to pick it up and examined it carefully.

At the same time, the person who had just bumped into her began to apologize, "I'm sorry, miss, I was in a hurry and didn't see you. Are you alright? And is your phone broken? If I'm in the wrong, I can compensate you."

The moment he finished speaking, the man's gaze fell upon Wen Qian's face. He was both surprised and delighted. "Qianqian, it's you!"

Wen Qian recognized the voice and instinctively looked up. It was her ex-boyfriend, Zhang Zhirui!

After a moment of shock, his expression turned cold and calm.

Zhang Zhirui and Wen Qian hadn't seen each other since their breakup, so seeing Wen Qian transformed from a decisive and capable woman into an elegant and beautiful white-collar worker made him very happy. He took the initiative to greet her, saying, "Qianqian, it's been so long! How have you been?"

Wen Qian had no good feelings towards Zhang Zhirui anymore and didn't want to have any unnecessary entanglement with him. "Whether he's good or bad is none of your business. Please move aside, you're blocking my way."

The completely cold and distant tone made Zhang Zhirui feel inexplicably uncomfortable. After all, they had shared some beautiful memories with Zeng Jing. Why was she acting like a stranger?

Is she still angry with him about their breakup after graduating from college?

Zhang Zhirui lowered his head slightly and apologized to Wen Qian, "Qianqian, I'm sorry about graduation. I was forced to break up with you back then. I didn't want to either."

Wen Qian rolled her eyes at him with utter disdain and snorted coldly, "So you mean, someone forced you to marry the principal's daughter first before breaking up with me, is that right?"