The mysterious CEO's endless pampering

Li Zhanting didn't want Shen Yanran to continue going hungry, so he took her fair, slightly cool hand and prepared to leave.

Shen Yanran then took Song Lingxue's hand, "Xiaoxue, let's go together. What would you like to eat? It's my treat."

Li Zhanting paused, turned around and looked at the extra woman, "Why is she with us?"

Isn't it good enough that it's just the two of them eating?

Shen Yanran carefully explained, "Xiaoxue has been working overtime with me for so long. If she hasn't eaten yet, let's eat together. Besides, it's so dark now, and I'm worried about her going home alone. If we have dinner, we can take her home."

Li Zhanting knew that Shen Yanran cared a lot about this female assistant and didn't want to upset her, so he could only nod in agreement, "Okay, take her with you."

If I had known it would be like this, he would have driven his Ferrari over; it only has two seats.

Song Lingxue wasn't stupid; she could naturally see the dissatisfaction on Li Zhanting's face.

She was wearing Shen Yanran's clothes just now, and she had that murderous look on her face. If he goes to eat with her now, he probably won't see the sun rise tomorrow.

Song Lingxue waved her hands repeatedly to refuse, saying, "No need, Sister Yanran, I'm on a diet and I won't eat dinner tonight. You and President Li don't need to worry about me. I'll just take a taxi home by myself later."

Li Zhanting gave Song Lingxue, who was at least somewhat perceptive, a deep look in his eyes.

Shen Yanran used to skip dinner to lose weight, but Li Zhanting would cook different kinds of dinner at home, and the aroma was so irresistible that she couldn't resist.

So I gave up on losing weight.

So even though Song Lingxue said she wanted to lose weight, she couldn't force her to eat with her. However, she was worried that Song Lingxue would be reluctant to spend money on a taxi home after she left, so she offered, "If you want to lose weight, then we won't eat. We can take you home first."

Song Lingxue thought Shen Yanran would say goodbye, but unexpectedly she insisted on taking her home.

If she still refuses, it will make her seem very unreasonable.

Song Lingxue had no choice but to agree reluctantly, but before she could say anything, a familiar and gentle voice called her name.

Upon hearing this, Song Lingxue turned around and looked at the source of the sound.

The man's tall figure appeared before him.

Song Lingxue's eyes widened in surprise, "Senior Brother Han? What are you doing here?"

"I've come to pick you up from get off work." Han Wenhao was worried that Song Lingxue would catch a cold at night, so he brought a thick coat, which belonged to her sister, but he didn't expect that she already had one.

Moreover, it's clearly a high-end, custom-made piece that's quite expensive.

Given Song Lingxue's income, she probably wouldn't buy such a luxurious item, and she's not the kind of girl who likes to be materialistic; she usually dresses very simply.

In other words, the garment she is wearing is not her own.

Song Lingxue also noticed the coat in Han Wenhao's hand, and a warm current seemed to flow through her heart, warming her from head to toe.

So she immediately took off Shen Yanran's coat and handed it back to her, saying, "Sister Yanran, thank you for the coat. My friend is here to pick me up, so we won't disturb you and President Li any longer. We'll be leaving now."

Before Shen Yanran could react, Song Lingxue had already followed the strange man who had suddenly appeared.

Who is he?

Boyfriend?

I haven't heard Song Lingxue mention it.

When Li Zhanting saw that the extra third person had left, his depressed mood immediately brightened. He took the clothes from Shen Yanran's hands with one hand and put his arm around Shen Yanran's shoulder with the other, walking towards his Maybach.

Li Zhanting helped Shen Yanran into the car and, while fastening her seatbelt, said, "Alright, stop looking. Your little assistant has already disappeared with her boyfriend."

Shen Yanran then withdrew her slightly surprised gaze. "How did you know that was her boyfriend?"

Li Zhanting calmly replied, "Intuition."

Are men's intuitions accurate?

But thinking back to what happened earlier, that man, just like Li Zhanting, thoughtfully brought her a coat to pick her up, so he must care about Song Lingxue a lot.

Suddenly, the gossip seed that had been stirring in Shen Yanran's heart began to sprout.

On the way to the restaurant, he sent Song Lingxue a WeChat message: "Xiaoxue, send me a WeChat message when you get home, and... is that your boyfriend?"

Song Lingxue, who was sitting next to Han Wenhao, was already a little nervous. When she suddenly saw Shen Yanran's WeChat message, her face turned red instantly.

She took several deep breaths to slow her heartbeat before replying, "He's not my boyfriend, he's a senior I met in college."

Although she had a crush on him for a long time and wanted to be his girlfriend.

The only problem is that their social status is so different. She's already very happy that they can stay friends, and she doesn't ask for anything more.

"Senior brother... picking you up from get off work so late and giving you warm clothes, your senior brother is really good to you."

"No, I just asked him, and he said he saw me when he was passing by, so he gave me a ride home. The clothes were left in his car by his sister."

"But I seem to remember him saying he was coming to pick you up from get off work. It can't be a coincidence, right..."

Song Lingxue was so happy to see Han Wenhao that she didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. Now that she's said it, it seems to make some sense.

Besides, they live in different directions, so how could they be going the same way...?

It's all her fault for being too nervous the whole way and not thinking things through.

They had arrived at the place where Li Zhanting was taking Shen Yanran to eat. As soon as the car stopped, he said in a deep voice, "We're here."

Shen Yanran then looked up at the car window and quickly said to Song Lingxue, "Okay, I'm not teasing you anymore. I've arrived. Don't forget to send me a WeChat message when you get home."

Song Lingxue breathed a sigh of relief for no apparent reason; otherwise, she really wouldn't know what to reply.

Han Wenhao noticed that Song Lingxue was constantly looking down at her phone, so he asked curiously, "Who are you chatting with? You seem so happy."

"My boss, the one I just saw at the company entrance, asked me to send her a WeChat message to let her know I'm safe when I get home."

"Really? Your boss cares about you quite a bit."

Holding her phone, Song Lingxue said with a face full of relief, "Yes, Sister Yanran is very kind to me. She has helped me a lot in the past, and I don't know how to thank her enough."

Looking at her innocent and kind face, Han Wenhao said gently, "Your work hard is the greatest reward you can give her."

Song Lingxue said confidently, "Yes, I definitely will."

After a moment of silence, Song Lingxue cautiously glanced at the handsome man beside her, and the blush that had finally faded from her face returned.

Could Han Wenhao have come specifically to pick her up?

Song Lingxue really wanted to ask this question, but she was too embarrassed to do so, in case it was a misunderstanding.

If you make a mistake, it will be really embarrassing.

But if it's true, does that mean he might have other feelings for her?

Song Lingxue struggled with the question for a long time, still unsure whether she should ask it.

Seeing that Song Lingxue seemed hesitant to speak, and not knowing what she was struggling with, Han Wenhao decided to speak up to ease the tension, "By the way, how is Grandpa now?"

Upon hearing her grandfather's voice, Song Lingxue finally came to her senses. "Grandpa, he's doing well. He's been taken to the hospital for treatment. The doctor said his stroke wasn't too serious. After the surgery, he'll be able to move around much more easily, at least he'll be able to take care of himself."

"That's good. Has the surgery date been set?"

"Yes, next Wednesday, 2 PM."

“I happen to be free that day, so I’ll come and keep you company while you wait for Grandpa’s surgery,” Han Wenhao offered.

Han Wenhao had already taken a lot of care in bringing her grandfather back to Haicheng from their hometown, so she didn't want to trouble him any further. "No need, Senior Brother Han, Grandpa's condition is quite stable. I can manage on my own. You're usually so busy with work. If you're free next Wednesday, you should take a good rest."

“I can rest any day. Grandpa’s surgery is important, and having someone with you will make you feel better.” Han Wenhao suddenly looked at Song Lingxue with some heartache.

She works so hard every day, yet she's afraid of causing trouble for others and takes on everything herself. Does she really think she's made of iron?

"But..." Of course, Song Lingxue wanted Han Wenhao to stay with her, but their relationship really didn't need to go to this extent.

This will make her feelings for him grow deeper and deeper, to the point that she can't extricate herself and will be unable to resist confessing her love.

Han Wenhao really didn't want Song Lingxue to continue being so polite with him. "Why are you still being so polite with me? Besides, I still have a game of chess to play with my grandfather. I have to wait for him to wake up so we can continue playing."

Song Lingxue remembered that she would mention Han Wenhao every time she talked to her grandfather on the phone, and knew that he missed her very much, so she no longer refused, "Okay, then I will tell Grandpa tomorrow that you will come too."

Han Wenhao had just driven his car to the building where Song Lingxue lived. After parking the car, he said with a deep look in his eyes, "You can just tell Grandpa that I'll go see him with you after get off work tomorrow."

"Grandpa will be very happy to know that," Song Lingxue said happily.

After saying that, he glanced at the familiar surroundings outside, knowing that he had arrived at his destination. Although he was a little reluctant, he still had to say goodbye, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother Han, for bringing me back. You should also go back quickly and be careful on the road."

"Okay, I'll leave once I see you go upstairs and get home," Han Wenhao said very politely.

Song Lingxue nodded shyly.

The hallway was dark, and the motion-sensor lights kept turning on and off, so she had to use her phone to keep them lit.

I felt inexplicably nervous, but the thought of Han Wenhao watching me from downstairs made my fear disappear.

Soon, she reached the fourth floor.

As soon as she took out her key and opened the door, she felt a nauseous aura behind her.

Before she could turn around, someone forcefully covered her mouth and shoved her into the house, not even giving her a chance to scream for help.

"Song Lingxue, you're finally back! I've been waiting all night, and I've finally caught you!" the greasy, lewd man holding her said.

Although Song Lingxue couldn't see him, she could recognize his voice.

It was Ye Dong, the man who should have been in prison back in his hometown. How could he suddenly appear here and treat her like this?

What does he want to do!