Chapter 28

However, could she boldly conclude that he was deliberately trafficking in male beauty in order to attract her attention?

Although this trick is simple and crude, it does work.

Wen Zhenni felt that all the blood in her body was rushing, burning all the way to her ears, but her mind was blank, as if it was frozen.

After a few seconds, he regained consciousness, and the tips of his ears were burning red.

Anyway, it’s a benefit that he brought to his doorstep, so it would be a shame not to touch it.

When she thought of this, her hands were already moving on the well-defined muscles.

Solid yet soft, full of vigorous vitality, it felt so good that she wanted to secretly take a picture of it and keep it for herself.

Putting aside his sharp tongue and harsh words, people like him who work intensively every day and still find time to exercise and maintain their figure are truly rare.

"Does it feel good to touch?" The man who was touched all over could even calmly ask her how it felt.

"It works." Wen Zhenni nodded with tears in her eyes. It would be even more perfect if the man was more generous and willing to let her touch him every day.

In front of the beauty, she heard the sound of her moral integrity shattering to the ground.

Alas, why can't she control her hands?

A strong sense of shame accompanied by a greater sense of satisfaction swept over her. Wen Zhenni whimpered spinelessly and buried her hot face in the man's chest.

She didn't know how she fell asleep with her eight-pack abs as a pillow, and when Ciheng left.

After waking up, the bedroom was quiet, with only the occasional sound of keyboard tapping coming from the office area outside.

The scent of their clothes still lingered on the pillow. Wen Zhenni took a deep breath and stood up, hugging the summer quilt that had slipped off.

I took out my phone and checked the time. It was 2:40, long past lunch time.

...Okay, the bastard didn't wake her up!

There was no time to ask for accusation, so she hurriedly put on her shoes, adjusted her work badge on her chest, and was about to go out when she heard the sound of a glass door being pushed open outside and someone came in.

Following the rhythm of high heels tapping on the ground, a familiar female voice came, "Ah Heng."

The one who came was Jiang Lin.

She pulled out the chair opposite Ciheng and sat down, pushing the folder in her hand in front of Ciheng.

"I know you're on a tight schedule, so I'll come over first. Please take a look at the supplementary parts of the design plan for the observation tower."

Ciheng didn't even raise his eyelids, but casually opened the book with his fingertips and glanced through it.

Jiang Lin looked at him and said, "We've incorporated an intelligent system into the new plan for the innovation you proposed last time. I'll confirm the fourth version of the plan with Vice President Zhao at three o'clock."

"Hmm." He quickly glanced over the plan, nodded, and said calmly, "Let Vice President Zhao decide."

The rustling sound of flipping papers, mixed with the rustling sound of suits, can be clearly heard in the quiet office.

After a moment of silence, he closed the document he had read and placed it back in front of Jiang Lin.

Jiang Lin took back the documents and stood up, but did not leave immediately.

Her gaze fell on the lilies in the vase, and the corners of her lips curved up. "By the way, there's a class reunion on Saturday at Jinhuang Banquet Hall. Family members are welcome."

She said jokingly, "You've been married for so long, and you've been hiding Mrs. Ci like a treasure. It's time to introduce her to everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "clang" and a dull thud exploded from the closed lounge.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and breaking startled the two people outside.

Jiang Lin looked at the closed glass door of the lounge with a surprised expression.

Almost at the same time, Ciheng's deep voice rang in his ears, "Be careful when you walk."

It was said to the inside, without any blame, the soft voice was almost indulgent.

Jiang Lin's mind went blank for a moment, and her voice changed tone. "Do you have guests?"

She stared intently at the silhouette swaying on the frosted glass, the outline of a woman raising her hand to tie her hair.

The next moment, the glass door opened a crack, and Wen Zhenni's embarrassed face peeked out.

Her hair was slightly disheveled, and her cheeks were tinged with a faint blush from just waking up. "Sorry, sorry! I accidentally knocked over the floor lamp while cleaning."

She held the door with one hand and greeted Jiang Lin with a smile, "Hello, President Jiang."

Her skirt was slightly wrinkled because of her sleeping posture, and two tufts of curly hair were stuck behind her ears. Her eyes were not fully awake, and her whole body showed signs of having just woken up.

She came out of the private lounge again. Who would believe that she was just cleaning?

"Assistant Qiao." Jiang Lin adjusted her expression, raised her chin slightly, and nodded at her.

Under the scrutiny of the other party, Wen Zhenni pushed down two tufts of hair and smiled at the man behind the desk who had remained calm from beginning to end. "Boss Ci, I'll get back to work first."

Almost as soon as Wen Zhenni stepped out of the president's office, the sound of Jiang Lin's high heels followed.

"Assistant Qiao and President Ci seem to have an unusual relationship?"

Wen Zhenni paused slightly and turned her head. The light fell on Jiang Lin's perfectly made-up face. The coral red lip glaze was alluring, but it made her eyes look too sharp.

Her tone was disdainful, not hiding her hostility towards her. "I understand that young girls inevitably admire successful men in high positions and develop unrealistic fantasies about them."

"Just let me remind you that Ah Heng is a family man. You have no sense of boundaries and are blatantly entering and leaving his private space. You are putting him in an unfair position."

Wen Zhenni finally understood what he said.

If there is a connection, how should she explain her ties with a married man?

If you say it doesn't matter and the facts are right in front of you, then you are treating people as fools.

The smile on Wen Zhenni's face not only did not diminish, but became even more charming. Her curved eyes seemed to be filled with a handful of moonlight, so bright that people dared not look directly at them.

She didn't answer directly, but with an innocent look on her face, she softly said, "Generally speaking, after witnessing something like this, most people would keep silent. Mr. Jiang's reaction doesn't seem out of the concern of an ordinary friend. How does Mr. Jiang explain his so-called sense of boundaries?"

Jiang Lin didn't expect this young assistant to be so frank and surprisingly quick-witted, and her expression froze for a moment.

Besides the surprise, I felt more uneasy because my thoughts were seen through.

"As a long-time friend of Ah Heng's, I just don't want him to be bogged down in trivial matters and affect his reputation."

The words sounded unnatural, and even she herself felt that she was lacking in energy.

Wen Zhenni blinked, took half a step forward, looked into Jiang Lin's eyes that were trying to remain calm, and smiled as she saw through her thoughts.

"Miss Jiang, you actually like him, right?"

Her eyes were clean and pure, without a trace of filth.

It seemed as if the one who should feel guilty and short of breath was not the young assistant who came out of the boss's lounge, but himself.

Jiang Lin was used to seeing the true faces of people in the business world and thought she had developed the ability to see through people's hearts, but under the gaze of these eyes, her sense of superiority was completely vulnerable.

Wen Zhenni did not miss the forced decency in Jiang Lin's eyes.

She had no intention of continuing to argue and embarrass the other party, so she stopped talking and calmly turned around and left, leaving Jiang Lin standing there with a grim expression.

After a brief confrontation with Jiang Lin, Wen Zhenni went straight back to the president's office.

Lucy was the only one in the huge office.

"Where have you been? I sent you a WeChat message but you didn't reply."

Lucy grabbed her arm and was about to go out, "Assistant Lu urgently called us to the conference room to hear an immediate report.

"Right away, wait for me to get the notebook."

Wen Zhenni got into work mode, putting the previous episode behind her, grabbed her notebook, quickly fixed her hair as she passed by the glass, and rushed to the meeting room with Lucy.

In the next few days, the project entered a short period of stability, and the workload on the President's Office was greatly reduced.

Once the taut string was loosened, time passed by like a white horse, and it was Friday in the blink of an eye.

This is Wen Zhenni's last day working at Taihua as an assistant.

She didn't have much to pack, so she just tidied up her workstation and waited in the car for Ciheng to finish the high-level meeting so that they could go back to the Jin family together.

"Xiao Heng has been very busy lately. Zhen Ni told me that you've been in meetings almost all this month."

The aroma of food filled the air on the table. Jin Xiao picked up a piece of crispy pork ribs for each of his daughter and son-in-law, and talked about their work with admiration in his eyes.

"Thank you, Dad." Ciheng scooped a spoonful of golden and shiny crab meat tofu and put it into Wen Zhenni's bowl.

In front of his father-in-law, he answered calmly and modestly, "I just took over the company's affairs, and there are so many things to deal with. There are many areas that need to be familiarized, so I can only spend more energy."

Jin Xiao is very satisfied with his son-in-law, as he possesses such a calm demeanor at such a young age. "It's right for him to remain humble while shouldering such a heavy burden as Taihua."

The smile lines at the corners of his eyes never faded, and he looked at me with a hint of pride. "Yesterday I had dinner with Director Wang from the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau. He mentioned the design concept of the Genting Resort project and was full of praise."

After hearing this, Wen Zhenni raised the corners of her lips even higher, "Dad, your son-in-law is not bad, isn't he?"

"That's right." Jin Xiao deliberately put on a stern face and glared at his daughter. "If you had half the worry that Xiao Heng has, I would have much less worry."

Wen Zhenni paused for a moment as she picked up the food and pouted unconvincedly, "Dad, you're trying to put me down, and I won't accept that. Besides, I'm not bad, okay?"

"Zhen Ni is right. She is unique in her field." Ci Heng smiled and helped Wen Zhen Ni to smooth things over, pushing the peeled shrimp and crab meat to her hands.

Jin Xiao would never really care about her daughter. Seeing the harmonious relationship between the couple, the smile in her eyes deepened.

He wiped his hands with a tissue and asked casually, "How do you feel about working at Taihua these days? I hope you haven't caused any trouble."

Ci Heng's lips curled up into a smile, giving her face, "She is very well behaved and has a high level of understanding."

Wen Zhenni snorted, "I won't have any classes anymore. I'm going to start working on a new production."

Looking at his daughter's cheerful face, the old father's eyes showed helplessness and reluctance. "You are away from home all year round. It's hard for me to see you more."

He holds his daughter in his arms for fear of dropping her, and holds her in his mouth for fear of her melting. Even though he has a thousand objections to her entering the entertainment industry, he still can't bear to say a harsh word.

In the end, the old father's thousands of words turned into just one reminder, "Take good care of yourself outside. If you are wronged, tell Xiaoheng. Dad will always be there to protect you."

Wen Zhenni's eyes were slightly hot, and the feeling of being unconditionally pampered made her heart warm.

She hugged her old father like she did when she was a child, and said coquettishly, "Thank you, Dad. You are the best father in the world."

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