Chapter 111 Patient, please control your desire to perform

This week, starting with the design department's regular meeting, the atmosphere at Chen's Garment Company, large and small, reached a tense state. The main theme of each meeting was criticism and encouragement. Every employee in attendance was on edge, fearing they would be the next to be called out.

The office rhythm that was relatively relaxed in the past has now been completely disrupted.

The tea room is no longer a "secret base" where colleagues can chat openly. Instead, it is filled with hurried figures - some people take water and leave quickly; even if some people stay for a short time, they just gather together and lower their voices, exchanging information in a volume quieter than the buzz of a mosquito, just like an "underground party meeting" scene.

In the hospital ward, Su Nian was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a pencil between her fingertips, carefully sketching a design on the drawing paper.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by a rapid ring of the phone - it was a video call from my best friend Lin Feier.

Su Nian put down the pen and gently swiped the answer button.

"Niannian! Shocking news! All of your professor Si's classes this week have been rescheduled. Did you know about this? Your classmates are saying that he is going on a honeymoon. After all, someone saw a photo of you in his office the day before yesterday! Now all the girls in the school are wailing, 'The cool and handsome guy is finally someone else's...'" As soon as the phone was connected, Lin Feier's voice came over, and her speaking speed was so fast that it seemed like she was speaking at double speed.

"Well, I know about the class adjustment... wait! What group photo? Which one? Do I look good in it?" Su Nian subconsciously glanced at the man who was concentrating on looking at the computer on the sofa in the ward, suddenly lowered her voice, and started questioning mode.

"No," Lin Fei'er's eyes suddenly locked onto the background behind Su Nian. Her usual rough outlines made her perceptive for once, and her voice suddenly rose an octave, filled with nervousness. "Niannian, where are you? Why does it look like a hospital ward? What happened to you?"

Su Nian looked at her best friend's anxious face and quickly comforted her: "Fei'er, don't panic, I'm fine. I was just accidentally tripped by a colleague at the company a few days ago. The doctor said it's nothing serious, and just asked me to stay here for a few days for observation. Don't worry."

"Are you really okay? Which hospital are you in? I'll come to see you right now!" Lin Feier was still worried, and looked like she was ready to rush over with a rocket at any time.

"Look at me, I'm so lively, how can I be in trouble?" As she said this, she twisted her body exaggeratedly in front of the camera, like a mermaid trying to prove that she was healthy.

Si Yan raised his eyes from the computer screen, looked at her meaningfully several times, and deliberately coughed heavily several times, as if to remind her: Patient, please control your desire to perform.

Su Nian then realized that she had overacted, and while Professor Si was looking down at a document, she secretly rolled her eyes at the camera.

"Study hard in class, and we'll get together again when I'm discharged from the hospital!" Su Nian assured again and again, and it took much persuasion to convince this "front-line spectator" to give up the idea of ​​rushing to the scene immediately.

After hanging up the phone, Si Yan asked without looking up from his keyboard, his face widening, "Did you tell me about the photo on my desk?"

"Well, did you overhear it?" Su Nian pretended to be stupid.

"With the decibel level so high, you can hear it without stealing, right?"

"So you think I'm noisy, Professor Si?"

"I dare not!" Si Yan finally raised his head from the computer screen, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes. "After all, someone is a key protected person now. I'm just a bedmate. How dare I have any objections?"

Su Nian was amused by him and deliberately put on a stern face: "What's the matter with that photo? Why don't I remember agreeing to let you put it on your desk for public display?"

"You can't let me be called the 'cold male god' for so many years for nothing. Now that I'm finally single, I'm not allowed to show off a little?" Si Yan couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"That's good. It helps me avoid students who think I'm still single and come up with all sorts of questions."

Su Nian couldn't help laughing: "Professor Si, are you showing off your charm?"

"I'm stating the facts," Si Yan said, pushing his glasses up in a serious tone. He then bent down and whispered in her ear, "But what's bothering me the most right now is that the students are all asking, 'When will your wife come to the school to inspect our work?'"

Su Nian couldn't help laughing and fell on the pillow. At this moment, even the taste of disinfectant became sweet.

On the other side, Lan Ting, director of the design department, received a call from Chairman Chen Ran, asking her to go to the office upstairs.

Lan Ting took a deep breath, adjusted the hem of her suit skirt, and thought to herself, "This is most likely the sequel to the struggle session."

As soon as she pushed open the heavy wooden door of the office, Lan Ting's emotions, which had been suppressed for a long time, suddenly burst out.

She looked at the man who was both her teacher and friend, her eyes reddened, and her voice choked with sobs, "Director Chen..."

The tone was so gentle as if she had suffered a great injustice, and even she herself was surprised by her sudden delicate acting - this was clearly the classic opening for a female supporting role in an idol drama!

Chen Ran looked at the capable and resolute person in front of him who suddenly turned into a "tearful beauty" and wondered in his heart: Could it be that I have been scolding too harshly recently and turned the director into a "little crybaby"?

This style of painting is wrong!

He quickly handed over a tissue, his tone softening unconsciously: "Don't be anxious, talk slowly."

That gentleness almost made Lan Ting cry - this man was so sweet even when handing her a tissue, no wonder the girls in the company privately called him "the ideal in the world".

After a while, Lan Ting's mood finally improved.

There was still a bit of grievance and confusion on her face, and her tone unconsciously became a little heavier: "Boss Chen, to be frank, when you recruited Su Nian, you clearly knew that she was pregnant. In this special situation, you can postpone her employment time and make arrangements after her health stabilizes.

Even if she has to start now, please let me know beforehand! Not only is the department's work rhythm completely disrupted, but given her physical condition, she simply can't handle heavy workloads, which will affect the team's overall progress.

Chen Ran sat in a spacious office chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the smooth surface. He looked at Lan Ting's slightly agitated expression, a complex expression flickering in his eyes. He knew in his heart that some things could no longer be concealed.

He took a deep breath, leaned forward slightly, and his tone instantly became heavy and serious: "Lanting, you have been working at Chen for more than ten years, right? I have always treated you as one of my own.

I'm telling you the truth," he paused, "Su Nian is my biological daughter."