Chapter 182 Delivering Food

Ever since Zhou Yanchuan publicly announced that he was married, the people from his workplace who attended the gathering with him have been looking at Wen Jiu with a more meaningful gaze.

As Wen Jiu went to the restroom, a sound came from the sink.

"Since that Mr. Zhou is already married, what did he mean by acting that way towards Prosecutor Wen at the party that day?"

"There's nothing strange about this. Rich people all do this, one at home and several outside."

"No way, even if Mr. Zhou is that kind of person, it's impossible for Wen Jian to be like that."

"yes."

"That's hard to say. Who can say what she does in public and in private? Haven't you heard about her in college..."

Wen Jiu remained expressionless in the cubicle. Just as she pushed open the door to leave, a loud "bang" rang in her ears first.

Then Lin Fan's voice rang in my ears: "It's true what they say, what do you mean by 'gossiping'? If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined that our Prosecutor Qin would be gossiping in the toilet."

Wen Jiu's expression changed slightly, her eyes softened, and she pushed open the door.

Lin Fan had his back to the cubicle, so he didn't notice the person coming out. He just kept attacking: "Are you just bullying my sister Jiu Jiu because she doesn't like to talk? Let me tell you, she doesn't talk much, but I do. Believe me or not, this afternoon I can let our whole courtyard know what you've been saying?"

The expressions of the group changed drastically when they saw the person standing behind the girl.

Seeing that the group of people were silent, Lin Fan assumed that his words had worked, so he snorted coldly and stepped out of the restroom.

The few people who remained by the sink exchanged glances with the calm-looking person opposite them.

"We're being checked..."

One of the girls wanted to say something, but before she could speak, Wen Jiu walked right past her and washed her hands.

His expression was so calm that it was as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

However, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as she was leaving.

He asked in a low voice, "I wonder if Prosecutor Qin has ever heard a saying?"

Caught off guard by the question, the woman's expression froze for a moment: "What?"

"Everything looks dirty to me because of my own heart."

*

That afternoon after get off work, Wen Jiu stayed at home for a while, but Zhou Yanchuan didn't come. After Aunt Lin finished cooking, she suddenly had the idea of ​​bringing him food.

They've been together for so long, but she's never visited his company, and he's always the one who comes to see her; she's never gone to see him.

So she did just that. In addition to packing up several dishes that Zhou Yanchuan liked, Wen Jiu also cooked one herself.

While she was doing it, Aunt Lin anxiously kept reminding her, "Madam, be careful not to spill the oil."

"Ouch, your hand, watch your hand."

"Add water? No, no, no, that's oil."

...

After twenty minutes, Wen Jiu looked at the fish in the pot, which had turned into a black mass, and pursed her lips.

Aunt Lin burst out laughing.

"It's alright, as long as it's the thought that counts, Yanchuan will definitely be happy to see it."

"Really?" she asked uncertainly.

Aunt Lin said with certainty, "Yes, as long as it's made by Madam, even if it's not palatable, Yanchuan will like it."

"..."

*

Zhou Yanchuan listened to the man's report with his head down, and raised his head when he heard a certain point.

Their eyes met, and an invisible sense of oppression washed over them.

The man suddenly stopped speaking, and his expression became flustered.

"Do you think there are any problems with your plan?" he asked calmly.

“I think,” the man thought rapidly, racking his brains to find a few mistakes.

Zhou Yanchuan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even lift his eyelids. He lazily said, "You can discover problems on your own, yet you're reporting them to me here. It seems you think I have plenty of time and energy."

"No, no," the man said anxiously, sweating profusely.

I had heard that their CEO was ruthless and incisive, but I had never had direct contact with him before. This time, I finally experienced it firsthand.

Just as he was wondering what to do, his phone suddenly vibrated, and his heart skipped a beat. Had he forgotten to turn his phone off silent?

Zhou Yanchuan looked down at his phone.

Lu Nian: "Boss, your wife is here, she's in your office now."

He slightly raised his eyebrows, reached for his phone, and tapped the screen a few times with his fingertips.

Where are they?

Lu Nian: "I brought her to your office to wait."

Zhou Yanchuan seemed to be deep in thought. He tapped the side of the screen twice with his finger and slowly said, "Let's go back."

"ah?"

The man was still in shock and unsure whether the person was talking to him.

Zhou Yanchuan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him. "Anything else to say?"

No, that's all.

The meeting, originally scheduled for an hour, ended twenty minutes early. As the man got up and left, the group breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"It's finally over."

To reach such a position at such a young age, the pressure he faces is truly unbearable for most people.

"Who just texted the boss? He seemed to be in a better mood all of a sudden."

As the group walked out, they noticed some employees standing at the entrance of the president's office.

As soon as these people saw the leaders coming, they hurriedly ran back to their workstations.

An intern who was running slowly was stopped: "What are you looking at?"

The little girl whispered timidly and respectfully, "It seems like Mr. Zhou's wife is coming."

"Mr. Zhou's wife?"

"The receptionist just said that Assistant Lu brought her up personally and even called her 'wife'."

Upon hearing this, the woman turned her head and glanced at him.

The blinds were half-drawn, but she could still see the pretty girl in the room from her angle.

Her eyes were stunning.

Such a clean and pure girl.

They look so young, like college students.

As soon as Zhou Yanchuan pushed open the office door, he saw someone squatting at the coffee table in the corner, setting out plates.

She was wearing a white sweatshirt and a baseball cap, with no makeup on her face, and looked incredibly well-behaved.

Wen Jiu heard the door open and turned her head back.

In my line of sight was a man dressed in a suit.

Her eyes crinkled into a smile: "Zhou Yanchuan, have you finished your meeting?"

"Hmm," Zhou Yanchuan drew the curtains and approached, "Why did you suddenly come over?"

"Nothing's wrong. I just came to check on you. Haven't you eaten yet?"

Zhou Yanchuan glanced at the food on the table, but didn't rush to eat it. Instead, he reached out and pulled the person onto his lap.

He hugged and kissed her for a while before asking her again, "Did Aunt Lin make all of this?"

Wen Jiu was slightly breathless from the kisses and whispered, "One of them was made by me. Can you guess which one it is?"

Zhou Yanchuan tilted his head and glanced at him, a smile curving his lips.

"why are you laughing?"

"It's too obvious."

"..."

Wen Jiu looked at the burnt fish piece and pouted, "I've done my best."

"Yes, that's great."

Wen Jiu: "..."

Zhou Yanchuan kissed the corner of her pursed lips again and coaxed her softly, "I really am praising you, but this is not something you need to do."

Wen Chui looked up at him: "Then what do I need to do?"

"Do what you love."

Her slightly aggrieved mood instantly lifted, and she hugged his face and kissed him again.

"Then you should try it quickly."

"Forget it."

"..."