Um?
The receptionist jumped and looked up instantly.
A tall, well-built boy stood before them, with a fluffy head, wearing white-rimmed sunglasses, and a white face mask with a bear pattern that completely covered his face.
The young woman is 25 years old, and she considers herself to be relatively old compared to the person in front of her.
So she asked hesitantly, "Little brother, have you come to the wrong place?"
The person who arrived was dressed very casually, wearing a white sweatshirt with a gray jacket, loose gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. He was also carrying two extra-large, three-tiered bear-shaped insulated containers.
She would believe anyone who said she was a good student who had graduated from some university.
Wen Jiu:?
"I didn't go to the wrong place." Wen Jiu raised her chin, gesturing for her to look at the words behind her, " Feng Group Headquarters, I'm here to see Feng Chi."
"Can you tell me which floor he's on?"
front desk:!!!
At that moment, this seasoned yaoi fangirl, who had been single for 25 years and had never even touched a boy's hand, suddenly had a flash of inspiration!
"On the 77th floor, go inside and turn right, then take the dedicated elevator on the right!"
The young woman, barely able to contain her excitement, exclaimed with shining eyes, " President Feng's office is on the left side of the elevator exit. The lounge is opposite the elevator, and it's fully equipped with everything from beds to sofas!"
"The entire 77th floor belongs to President Feng. Of course, you can ignore the secretary's office on the right; she's out for lunch!"
Wen Jiu tilted her head, a question mark slowly appearing in her mind.
"Go quickly, kid!" The young woman clenched her fist excitedly, giving a thumbs-up gesture. " President Feng has been waiting for you for a long time!"
After saying that, he looked at the boy's retreating figure, and then felt a little doubtful.
This person... why does he look so familiar?
Wen Jiu nodded and thanked them with a blank expression. It wasn't until she entered the elevator that she belatedly realized: As expected of a large corporation, even the front desk service is so warm and thoughtful!
Completely unaware that news of her arrival at the company had already spread to all the company's small groups via the receptionist's phone, Wen Jiu walked to Feng Chi's office door and knocked on the door with her finger.
A cold, manly voice came from inside. "Come in."
It's so cold.
Wen Jiu shrank back and didn't say anything.
As if possessed, I withdrew my hand from the doorknob.
I picked up the thermos again and looked through the peephole.
Feng Chi's desk was on the right, Wen Jiu had to lean almost to the side to barely see the computer on the desk.
A hand with distinct knuckles gripped the mouse, the fingertips occasionally sliding lightly, with a strange, slightly stiff feel.
But... he just said "go in" and then stopped replying?
Does he even remember there are people outside?
Wen Jiu, unable to bear it any longer, shouted, " Feng Chi!"
"Wife?"
Feng Chi looked up upon hearing the sound, and realizing that his wife had come to see him, the corners of his lips instantly turned up, and he immediately got up and walked towards the door.
With a "click," Wen Jiu was suddenly embraced by the man.
Feng Chi happily hugged the person and rubbed against them before picking them up in his arms.
"Honey, what brings you here?"
Even her voice carried a hint of laughter.
Like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, a thousand miles of frozen land melts into endless spring water.
Wen Jiu instinctively wanted to curse—she was still carrying the thermos!
But one has to admit, the man's dramatic change completely captivated him!
By the time Wen Jiu came to her senses, she was already sitting in the large chairman's office chair.
Wen Jiu's ears turned red with embarrassment.
"Here, I've brought you your food!" he yelled, feigning bravado. "What time is it?! If I don't bring it to you, don't you know you should eat at the cafeteria?"
"The food in the cafeteria isn't good." Feng Chi buried his head in Wen Jiu's neck and rubbed against his waist. "It's not as good as my wife's cooking."
Damn it! The Feng Gouzi all cute again!
"Then eat quickly!" Wen Jiu picked up the thermos with a stern motion, and seeing the computer files still on the desk, she moved them to the coffee table opposite. "No leftovers!"
Feng Chi followed closely behind, dragging a small stool over and sitting down obediently.
"Okay, honey."
Just like its shape, the bear-shaped insulated bucket has a large capacity, with three layers, enough for one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, one soup dish, and one rice dish.
As soon as you open the lid, steam rises from the food, releasing a rich and tempting aroma.
Wen Jiu finished serving the dishes, she looked up and saw the man staring at her expectantly, sitting upright and obediently.
It's just like a big dog staring at its owner with bright eyes before a meal, ears perked up, tail swishing like a propeller.
Wen Jiu turned her head away, suppressing a laugh.
Hahahaha, holy crap!
My wife is so obedient!
Feng Chi: "Has my wife eaten?"
Clearly, this is still a family-oriented dog.
Wen Jiu shook her head and opened another insulated container, which also contained three dishes, a soup, and rice.
"Let's eat together."
Feng Chi smiled, her lips curving into a bright and radiant smile.
Wen Jiu smacked his lips and finished a few bites, then picked up the soup and drank it directly.
"Ha~"
"I'm so awesome!" Wen Jiu put down the soup bowl with satisfaction, patted her stomach, and praised herself with ease, "My cooking skills are really good!"
Feng Chi smiled, pursing his lips. He only remembered to take photos halfway through his meal. He quietly found the right angle to take the pictures and then started editing the caption.
Wen Jiu leaned closer curiously, "What are you doing? Working?"
How come you're so busy that you have to process messages even while eating?
Feng Chi put down his phone. He had specifically blocked his wife's contact these past few times, afraid of being scolded. "No."
Feng Chi: Today's meal was also very plentiful; my wife's cooking is excellent! [happiness][heart] >> Attached is a nine-square grid diagram
They even cleverly took a picture of Wen Xiaojiu's hand wearing her wedding ring; her knuckles were round and beautiful, her ten fingers were fair and slender, exquisite and pleasing to the eye.
Less than two minutes later, a friend who had been repeatedly attacked but still couldn't hold back left another comment below.
Lin Changfeng:... Brother, you're seriously ill.
Feng Chi replied to Lin Gou: You should go see an ophthalmologist, lest you actually go blind.
Company Manager Wu: President Feng, your wife really came?
Feng Chi: Hmm?
Manager Wu deleted a comment.
Xu Mingzhuo: Congratulations, President Feng! You're finally not a stay-at-home husband anymore.
Feng Chi wanted him to withdraw, but after a moment's consideration, he couldn't bear to give up the title of "husband."
Feng Chi: Hmm, my wife is worried about me.
Shen Qianshan:?
Feng Chi:.
After dinner, Feng Chi personally drove his wife to the company. Wen Jiu wanted to decline, but when she saw the man's cheerful smile, she swallowed her words of refusal.
As he passed the receptionist, he overheard the young woman tentatively asking, slightly excitedly, "Excuse me... are you Wen Jiu?"
The two stopped and turned around.
Being stared at by her top boss, the young woman broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Instinctively, she blurted out to save her life, "I... I'm Perpetual Motion Machines..."
Wen Jiu took off her sunglasses, her eyes crinkling as she smiled gently at her.
Her clear, pleasant voice, tinged with amusement, said, "Hello."
Aaaaaah, I swear, that was a game-winning shot!
My wife is so beautiful! Mr. President Feng is so lucky!
With a forceful yet gentle gesture, the happy President Feng turned his wife's head back.
"They're gone."
"Oh, oh." Wen Jiu was pulled into someone's arms and waved to the young lady.
"... Feng Chi, slow down! Just because you have long legs doesn't mean you can be a big deal!"
Wen Jiu's grumbling faded into the distance, and the receptionist excitedly announced in the group chat, "Ahhh, it's Wen Jiu! It's confirmed, it's my wife! Although I didn't see the ring in the live stream, I noticed it was on her!"
"Just for a moment, my wife wanted to put the ring back on. He really did! I'm so upset!"
Lying on the bench, not wanting to go to work. "Holy crap! I just felt something was off about President Feng's hand in the photo! The way he picked up food was exactly the same as what my wife saw back in Peach Blossom Spring Village!"
Hardworking but unwilling to work overtime. "Case solved! Sure enough, the only person who could make President Feng act like a peacock is this little idiot."
Chen Zhuqi, who was acting on his own whims, said, "I thought President Feng had finally gone mad after being frozen in place for so long. Turns out he really does have a wife bringing him food?"
Then, the Caiji killed you said, "I was the one who delivered the food earlier, but my wife was busy."
Every day, Zhao says, "So, does that mean we have free time? (Breaking down) Other bosses who are dating either leave work early or get extra days off, but our boss, Mr. President Feng, keeps making us work overtime every day [bursting into tears]"
Manager Wu, annoyed after work. "Stop talking! If you say another word, believe me, I'll cry! Finish your dinner and get back to work right now!"
The news caused a stir in the company's small group chat, with internal staff gossiping about it enthusiastically, but wisely refraining from leaking it out.
Everyone was secretly excitedly waiting for the person in question to make the announcement.
The day of the competition arrived quickly.
" Wen Xiaojiu, considering the special circumstances of the previous two times, I think it's necessary to give you a heads-up beforehand."
Qu Feng sat on the stool next to Wen Jiu and flipped through his memo. "The candy ad goes live at noon; next Monday, Brahma Charm's new product will also go live."
"Remember to retweet Weibo promote this, okay? Don't just sleep in and never wake up again. If all else fails, ask President Feng to set an alarm for you."
Is it possible?
"Yes!" Wen Jiu blurted out, "I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Wen Jiu looked up, then awkwardly dug her toes into the ground after realizing what had happened. " Brother Qu, I... I know."
Why the ambiguity in your tone when you're just talking?!
Today, Wen Jiu wore the costume that Director James had mistakenly taken from her. It was all white, with the only bright color being the light blue lining.
To match the overall stage style, the stylist dyed his hair a bluish color and only lightly swept a thin layer of shimmer at the corners of his eyes.
He exudes a pure and innocent youthful charm from head to toe.
Yet this exquisitely fair-skinned person had an inappropriate blush on their face.
Qu Feng tapped the table. "Watch your step. I won't care if your face turns as red as a monkey's bottom offstage, but you'd better tone it down on stage."
Wen Jiu choked and glared at her manager.
Meng Xiao laughed beside her, then became a little anxious. "You're about to go on stage, why hasn't President Feng arrived yet?"
Wen Jiu scrolled through the chat page; the previous message was still Feng Chi's "Coming soon."
At this point, the stagehands came over to urge them on, Wen Jiu could only purse her lips and hand her phone to Qu Feng.
A naughty, unpunctual puppy.