Chapter 32

Although the hat and mask covered the person tightly and only the figure could be seen clearly, Feng Zhen was very familiar with the voice.

It was not appropriate to call her name in front of outsiders, so he called out, "Sister-in-law, you came to pick up Brother Heng in person?"

Wen Zhenni smiled and waved at him, "Brother Zhen, do you want me to give you a ride?"

They had come all the way here to pick up Ciheng, so Feng Zhen didn't dare act like a third wheel. "No, I'm just here to take Brother Heng out and back."

"Leave him alone."

When he saw Wen Zhenni, Ciheng's aura of keeping strangers away completely disappeared. Without even turning his head, he opened the car door and got in.

The squad leader watched the car slowly start to move, his jaw dropping. "...This is really a training system."

He still had some doubts that the junior school girl with red eyes crying in the Academic Affairs Office was actually Ciheng's wife, the legendary jeweler's daughter.

As soon as Ciheng left, the students breathed a sigh of relief and were finally able to speak freely.

"I think he has a good personality."

"Ciheng is a cold and dull man, but his wife is like a little sun."

Wen Zhenni is very different from the stereotypical image of a rich girl, which is somewhat surprising.

"I thought she was a gentle, virtuous, dignified and elegant rich girl, who would get married and play cards, drink afternoon tea and mingle with the wives, just like in TV dramas. But I didn't expect her to be a fashionable beauty."

"It's a pity she's wearing a hat, so I can't see her face clearly. But she's quite pretty just from her appearance."

Jiang Lin froze in place as she heard praises one after another. The smile on her face faded away completely, leaving only a pale face.

She had always thought that Ciheng was cold and distant because he was busy with his studies, or because he was naturally proud, which made him so unattainable.

She even felt thankful for his indifference, secretly proud that he had never been around other women. She thought that as long as he turned around, he would always see her.

But reality gave her a resounding slap in the face. The moment the car window went up, the woman in the driver's seat affectionately touched Ciheng's forehead, while the man, who always hated being touched, lowered his head slightly, his brows relaxed in a way that Jiang Lin had never seen before.

It turns out that he is not born cold, he just gives all his warmth to another person.

The sharp pain from the fingertips piercing into the palm of my hand was far less than the complete defeat I felt at that moment.

She would rather he looked at her with disgust than treat her as if she were nothing.

"...Jiang Lin, you don't look well." Feng Zhen looked at her suspiciously, as if he had called her many times. "How about I take you home?"

"I'm fine." She almost relied on her last bit of instinct to hold herself back.

**

After coming out of the Jinhuang Night Banquet, the annoying noise is finally far away and my ears are completely quiet.

Ciheng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, as if he had finally taken off a heavy armor.

"My performance was okay, wasn't it?" Wen Zhenni glanced at the person in the passenger seat with sparkling eyes, as if asking for praise.

Ci Heng turned her head, and the light from the car window passed over her profile. He said "hmm" with a hint of praise, "That's progress. You're two minutes faster than the agreed time."

"I can't help it. I'm afraid President Ci won't be able to wait until I finish building the car."

After spending a long time with him, Wen Zhenni learned to be sarcastic.

She drove steadily, noticing the sudden relaxation of the man beside her, and asked casually, "Are you happy at the class reunion?"

"Just digging up some boring old stuff." He commented succinctly.

But there was one thing that was quite interesting. "One time in your senior year of high school, you and your mom came to deliver lunch, and the teacher thought you were having a relationship and took you to the Academic Affairs Office. Why didn't you tell me about it later?"

"Is that true? I can't remember."

Wen Zhenni tried hard to recall, and she had a vague impression. "Did your squad leader say that? What else did they say about me?"

Ci Heng's lips curled up, "I said you were good."

Wen Zhenni couldn't stand the praise, and her eyes curved into two crescents, "You're a very well behaved kid, aren't you?"

He suddenly said, "I'm hungry."

"Let's go eat grilled squid."

Wen Zhenni quickly tapped on the navigation and entered the address.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the snack street they were familiar with.

As soon as we got off the car, the aroma of burnt oil wafted over the boulevard. The barbecue restaurant, shrouded in smoke, was at its peak peak.

Wen Zhenni ordered a few skewers of large squid, and thinking that he had drunk so much alcohol, she only asked for two bottles of room temperature juice.

As soon as she sat down, she placed her palms up in front of him, raised her chin slightly, and said, "Give me your phone quickly."

Ciheng raised an eyebrow, and although he didn't know her purpose, he still unlocked the phone and handed it over.

Wen Zhenni reached for her phone, swiped her fingertips across the screen, flipped through many pages, and finally found the post on WeChat Moments.

With pictures and evidence, she confidently questioned: "Why are you smiling at others, and smiling so happily? Tell me the truth, do you have someone you like? You have never smiled at me like this before."

Ciheng probably doesn’t read the updates on WeChat Moments very often, so she was confused by her question.

Wen Zhenni shoved the post in front of him, "See for yourself. Your rumored boyfriend is officially declaring war on me, the wife, tonight."

That post seemed to be a commemoration of lost youth, but from Wen Zhenni's perspective, it did feel uncomfortable.

Ci Heng frowned slightly, "I understand. From now on, I will let someone else take full charge of the company's business. If she finds you, tell me directly."

It's just that he didn't understand her train of thought. What's wrong with laughing? He was laughing because he received her message.

"According to your thinking, I smile at the camera, and the camera is my object of attraction."

"Sophistry! I don't believe you can't see that she did it on purpose." Wen Zhenni accused him righteously, "You are not honest."

Ci Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked at her and said, "You didn't even know the truth, yet you sentenced me to death based on a photo. Wen Zhenni, you have the potential to become a corrupt official."

Wen Zhenni realized that it was irresponsible to say this, but she didn't want to reason with him right now. "...I don't care. I want to take a picture and post it on WeChat Moments too."

As she spoke, she turned on the camera, turned around and kissed him on the side of the cheek. When she came closer, Ciheng subconsciously turned his head, and a lipstick mark was left on the corner of his lips, which was clearly captured by the camera.

The angle was satisfactory, but the force was not strong enough. She reached for his hand and said, "Give me your hand."

She dragged the man's broad palm over and adjusted the angle, "Take a photo of holding hands with a strong atmosphere."

Ci Heng looked down at the clasped hands and sneered, "How childish!"

Having said that, his slender and powerful knuckles naturally closed together, wrapping her hand into his palm.

Their fingers were interlocked, revealing the wedding ring.

"Done." Wen Zhenni was satisfied. She threw him, the tool, aside and immersed herself in operating her mobile phone.

After checking again and again whether her face was shown, she edited it into the dynamic with confidence.

The text goes like this: She is responsible for ordering, eating, and posting on WeChat Moments.

In the rising smoke, the girl in the photo was wearing a fisherman's hat and leaning against his neck, with the pearl earrings on her earlobes swaying, adding just the right touch of embellishment.

He quipped, “If you don’t show my face, how do you know who my wife is?”

Wen Zhenni wasn't stupid. "Then tomorrow's trending headlines will be 'A certain actress and the CEO of Taihua have a late-night roadside stall.'"

Ciheng looked at the copy she had edited and gave her instructions seriously, "Your imitation is not even close. You can tell at a glance that your tone is not mine."

Leaning over to take the phone from her, Wen Zhenni turned aside and said, "I don't want it."

Click and send.

She put the phone back in front of him and raised her little face proudly, "Don't delete it."

He took his phone back, glanced at the stylish photos, then looked at the woman across from him chewing on squid. He couldn't help but sneer, "Is this your response to the declaration of war?"

Wen Zhenni thought about it carefully. Without showing her face, the effect would definitely be greatly reduced. "It's just a bit of a stretch. I haven't performed to my full potential yet."

Seeing how happy she was, Ci Heng nodded slowly, "Are you satisfied?"

"It's okay." Wen Zhenni took a big bite of the squid. It was so hot that she gasped and tears came out, but she still squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

After finishing the barbecue skewers while they were still hot and not fishy, ​​the two came out of the barbecue restaurant with a sense of home.

They were still some distance from the parking lot, perfect for a walk to help digest their food. Wen Zhenni rubbed her stomach and chatted and laughed beside him.

The warm June breeze blew by, and the bustling atmosphere of the snack street was gradually left behind. When they arrived at a parking lot on the side of the road, the two got in the car.

Just then, two women coming out of the grilled fish restaurant saw this scene and froze in shock.

"Are my eyes broken? How come I saw the devil?"

Although the Panamera was some distance away from them, and they only had time to capture the outline of a man's profile, the temperament of the back figure clearly showed that he was a big devil.

Zhu Na blinked suspiciously and exchanged a quick glance with her colleague. They both took out their cell phones in unison.

This snack street is a famous foodie destination. Zhu Na and her good colleagues from other departments had made an appointment to have grilled fish here. When they were about to get the car to go home, they ran into their boss on a date as soon as they left the house.

The girl was wearing a fisherman's hat and a mask. She turned sideways and said something. She also reached out and pulled the man's arm. Her movements were intimate and natural, and it was obvious that they were very familiar with each other.

And the brutal demon king who was known for his coldness and aloofness in the company, actually didn't get rid of him...

"This is shocking news."

Zhu Na kept taking pictures until the Panamera merged into the traffic flow. With trembling hands, she opened the WeChat group "88th Floor Intelligence Team".

[Shock! Guess who I saw? ]

[Mr. Tzu Chi and a mysterious woman dated at a snack street, and ended up getting in the same car and returning to their love nest together!]

The message was sent out, like a depth bomb, exploding in the group.

【……】

@朱娜 is underemployed as an assistant. You should be a paparazzi.

[Holy crap! Which little demon took down our 88th floor demon king? /horrified]

Zhu Na: [She's covering her face with a hat and mask, so I can't really see. But I can guarantee with my amazing figure and my monthly salary that she's definitely a woman.]

Zhu Na: [Fuck, I suddenly remembered, this car belongs to Qianqian.]

[Are you remembering correctly?]

Zhu Na: [I asked Qianqian, and the license plate number is hers. And I remember it right away.]

Li Wei: [That's impossible. Mr. Ci might be sending her back on the way.]

[…Who was sending whom off in the passenger seat where President Ci was sitting?]

Zhu Na: [@李薇Are you questioning my 1.5 vision? /Pink Rabbit Swinging Shovel.jpg]

Then he threw out a few candid photos: [Pictures are evidence.]

[Fuck, you took this with a landline camera, right? Can it be a little blurrier?]

[The image quality is so blurry, but the temperament is still so impressive, who else could it be other than our 88th floor devil! ]

【……】

There was silence in the group.

[If anyone of you is close to Qianqian, please ask her for confirmation.]

@Lucy?

Lucy, who was still lurking quietly or being called out: [……]

Can she say she doesn't know?

There was another silence in the group.

【Have we discovered something incredible?】

Then someone else posted a screenshot: [This screenshot was sent to me by a senior contact at the company. The Big Devil updated a WeChat status. Look, does it look like Qianqian?]

[Case solved! It's Qianqian!]

How about we interrogate Qianqian at work on Monday?

Lucy silently raised her hand: [That Qianqian... has already resigned.]

【？ 】

Is there any need to ask again? It's almost clear.

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The author has something to say: Maybe because I am a bit stubborn, I like to write bickering, but I am actually a calm person at heart and don't like conflict.

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