Ji Feng quickly pointed out the flaws in her plan.

It would be difficult for an ordinary person to notice; if he hadn't told her, Song Mai probably wouldn't have realized it for a while.

She glanced gratefully at Ji Fenghe, only to find that he was also silently watching her.

"Is there anything else, Manager Ji?"

Song Mai could tell that such a gaze was not simple, and that only Ji Feng and Ji Feng himself probably knew the other meanings it contained, so she subconsciously asked a question in return.

Ji Fenghe snapped out of his daze and shook his head: "It's alright. Your plan doesn't have any major problems for now. Just revise it carefully when you get back."

Song Mai nodded and left, but unexpectedly, he immediately called her back.

Holding onto his wheelchair with both hands, he slowly walked forward.

Song Mai instinctively grabbed the handle and tentatively asked, "Manager Ji, what's going on?"

"I'll push you over there; that will save time."

Save time?

Such an excuse was inevitably strange, but Song Mai didn't want to be too careful with him, so she had no choice but to agree in a low voice.

The crowd watched the two figures, then turned and began to discuss the scene.

Song Mai looked at Su He a few steps away as if pleading for help, and Su He immediately reacted and rushed forward.

"Manager Ji, let me do it."

"Alright then." Ji Fenghe didn't refuse too much.

Only after he left, and everyone's gaze shifted away from Song Mai, did Su He ask gossipily, "What's going on with you guys?"

"Perhaps Manager Ji noticed my mobility issues." Song Mai didn't take the matter too seriously. Others only discussed it briefly as gossip, and then there was no further follow-up.

In the afternoon, Liu Jiaer arrived at the company exhausted, with a bandage on her forehead, and looked very weak.

She gave Song Mai a warning look, her gaze particularly fierce.

Su He leaned closer: "When did you offend her?"

"I don't know either." This time, Song Mai was truly baffled.

The work was completed very quickly, and the plan received Ji Fenghe's praise.

Ji Feng and others selected a few more people to form a new project team.

The new energy project was officially launched, followed by a series of meetings.

Song Mai got off work at 9 p.m. and only then did she see Ji Feng calling her repeatedly when she turned on her phone.

Judging from the situation, if he didn't respond soon, the man might call the police.

Song Mai quickly dialed the number and heard Chu Xing's voice come through: "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

"I've been in a meeting the whole time, so my phone is on silent."

"It's so late, how are you going to get home?" Ji Fenghe suddenly appeared behind Song Mai.

Upon hearing this voice, Chu Xing's tone turned cold: "I'm outside your company."

Song Mai was overjoyed and turned to Ji Fenghe: "My husband is here to pick me up."

The word "sir" pleased Chu Xing greatly. When Song Mai arrived at the door, she saw Chu Xing standing by the car, quietly waiting for her.

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I always feel like Chu Xing is deliberately standing in the shadows, making it hard for others to see him clearly.

"Why are you here?" Song Mai asked with a smile, and sat down wearily after Chu Xing opened the car door for her.

"I was naturally worried because you weren't answering the phone so late and weren't coming home."

Ji Feng watched the two figures get into the car, then looked at them suspiciously for a few more moments.

I feel that Song Mai's husband's figure is very familiar. Could it be my imagination?

Back home, Song Mai was still reviewing the meeting content every minute.

This project is extremely important, and there can be absolutely no mistakes.

"It's time to rest." Chu Xing came up behind her and handed her a glass of milk.

She glanced at the time, her voice slightly hoarse: "Wait until I finish reading it."

“Actually, I don’t think this project needs such complicated steps.” After saying this, Chu Xing gently pointed to one of the meeting minutes with his slender finger.

Song Mai asked curiously, "Do you have a better idea?"

"It's better to conduct research first, then find the person in charge of the other party's project. This will allow you to better exploit their weaknesses. If you're completely unprepared for the first negotiation, you're just giving the other party an opportunity."

After he finished speaking, he took the computer away and said, "Alright, it's time to rest."

Unexpectedly, Song Mai did not shut down her computer to rest as agreed. Instead, inspired by Chu Xing's words, she continued working on her evening project on the computer.

Although Chu Xing felt helpless, he respected her work.

It wasn't until she finished handling all the matters, working tirelessly day and night, that she reached the early hours of the morning.

Song Mai turned off her computer in surprise and muttered to herself, "I wanted to get a good night's sleep, but it's so late. I wonder if I'll be late for school tomorrow morning. I wish we could suddenly have a day off."

Chu Xing took the last sentence to heart, and a thought struck him. He then turned to look at Song Mai.

After throwing herself onto the bed, Song Mai actually fell into a deep sleep right after saying those words.

Looking at her unrestrained sleeping posture, Chu Xing could only resign himself to continuing to tidy up her blankets.

This time, however, he surprisingly didn't want to leave and instead lay down next to her.

Turning his head to look at Song Mai sleeping soundly, Chu Xing couldn't help but smile.

Perhaps this is simply excitement.

When Song Mai woke up, she was curled up in Chu Xing's arms, resting her head on his strong shoulders, her legs wrapped around his waist, looking just like an octopus.

His handsome face appeared before her, and Song Mai unconsciously reached out to stroke his eyebrows and eyes, marveling at how such a good-looking man could exist in this world.

Chu Xing reached out and pressed her down, his deep voice full of magnetism: "Sleep a little longer."

This was also a rare instance of Chu Xing staying in bed; normally, he would be ready to leave before he was fully awake.

"I'm going to be late!" Song Mai suddenly remembered to check her phone. There were only ten minutes left before work started, and she knew she wouldn't make it in time.

The thought of her perfect attendance made her feel heartbroken.

Chu Xing watched this scene, a smile flashing in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

"Since there's no time, I might as well take a day off."

"Wait a minute, it's really a holiday! The company just sent out a notice saying there's a circuit malfunction on my floor and the office is without power, so we've been given a day off!"

Song Mai happily lay back down, but accidentally aggravated her wound.

Seeing her joy turn to sorrow, Chu Xing pulled her into his arms.

Song Mai tried to struggle, but then she heard his voice from above her head: "Don't touch the wound."

"Oh." Song Mai nodded obediently, sniffing the minty scent on him, and drowsiness returned.

In a daze, he heard Chu Xing say three words lightly from above his head: "I'm sorry."