Chapter 54 Even the CEO's Office Has Become Impure
Being busy is better than staying at home like a statue waiting for her husband, so Song Nian'an immediately agreed.
Treating business trips like vacations is a good idea.
“Okay, Professor, I’ll go,” Song Nian’an replied.
"I'm going too, Professor. When do we leave? Where are we going, and how many days will we be gone?" Cheng Letian was very excited.
The professor said, "I'll have my assistant inform you of the specifics in the group chat. We're going to a big city in the south for a week."
During the lunch break, Song Nian'an couldn't wait to tell Wen Jing the good news.
Thinking that it had been a long time since I had visited him at the company, I bought a deluxe spicy hot pot and a black pepper steak rice from the cafeteria, tucked them into my bag, and rode my bicycle.
As soon as he entered the building, the receptionist spotted him immediately.
"What brings you here today, Brother Wen...? Well then, I'll be your personal assistant this afternoon!"
"Okay, is Mr. Wen still busy? I brought some food."
"I don't know, you'll have to ask the assistant."
It was lunchtime, and the elevator was packed with people going up and down.
When Song Nian'an knocked on the CEO's office door with the takeout, Wen Jing still hadn't returned.
There are so many things to handle before a business trip. Besides preparing materials, I also need to arrange subsequent work. This business trip is to compete with several real estate developers for a new plot of land, and we plan to develop it together and build a commercial street.
This piece of land is quite important. Besides its prime location and high foot traffic, the most important factor is that it is a government-supported project.
However, the biggest competitor in this investment project bidding is Wen Siyan's new company.
After being dismissed, Wen Siyan took some of the company's key personnel and core projects with him, started his own business, and directly confronted Wen Jing.
This prompted the old guard of the Wen family to openly take sides and extend olive branches to potential future heirs of the Wen family.
When Wen Jing returned from his meeting, he saw his beautiful wife already waiting for him in the office.
Song Nian'an took out the mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot) and found that more than half of it had been spilled, making it look unappetizing. She was extremely disappointed, saying, "This is the best mala tang in our school cafeteria."
"It's okay, shall I take you to eat at our company cafeteria?" Wen Jing asked.
"Forget it, if the president comes downstairs for dinner in a bit, we'll just get mobbed again."
"Who says the CEO can't eat in person? Do you expect me to rely on other people to eat?"
"I'll eat it for you. Have this steak rice."
One bite per person, feeding back and forth, anyone watching will develop diabetes.
The receptionist, who was listening nearby, covered her mouth with one hand to hide her laughter. She never expected that the president could be so affectionate.
After dinner, Wen Jing crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa. People kept coming in to sign documents for Wen Jing, while Song Nian'an sat next to him, feeling like her buttocks were covered in needles.
“We evaluated the spin-off company; they are currently mainly investing in smart technology, and this move into real estate development is also for a specific purpose,” the assistant said.
Wen Jing looked at him with disdain, "They can't be considered my competitors."
Wen Jing took a sip of tea, dismissed his assistants, and locked the door behind him.
"What's wrong?" Song Nian'an looked up.
"Come here." Wen Jing put down his cup and beckoned to him.
Helpless, Song Nian'an got up and walked to his side. He grabbed her shoulder, lifted her up, and placed her on the desk.
"Hey, wait a minute!"
Song Nian'an sat on the table, and the two of them were in a strangely embarrassing position.
The young wife, unable to resist, was pressed down on the table, and finally collapsed onto the table, breathing weakly.
This kind of thing only happens zero times or countless times.
Song Nian'an cursed the beast in her heart.
He pulled his torn clothes to cover half his face: "You're not allowed in the office anymore..."
Wen Jing coughed lightly, "Let's discuss it again."
Now even the CEO's office has become impure.
The two chatted on the sofa, and Song Nian'an told Wen Jing that she and Cheng Letian were also going on a business trip with the professor.
Wen Jing asked him if he wanted to bring his assistant along, and Song Nian'an thought about it and agreed.
They all depart next Monday.
Wen Jing had a high-level meeting in the afternoon, so he called the receptionist up to keep Song Nian'an company.
When she heard that she could go on a business trip and have fun with Song Nian'an, she was so happy she almost jumped for joy.
One autumn rain brings a chill; the weather suddenly turns cold, and the air is filled with a moist atmosphere, sweeping away the dryness of autumn in the north.
Song Nian'an was looking for guesthouse design drawings by foreign designers, while the receptionist was helping him gather information on the surrounding terrain and target demographics.
Busy, busy, busy.
At 3:30 sharp, afternoon tea was delivered.
The receptionist happily introduced, "Brother Da, your advocacy for the people last time has made our lives so much happier now!" She then patted her round little belly, adding, "If I eat like this every day, I won't be able to find a boyfriend!"
Song Nian'an turned her head to the side and said, "Sister Xiaowu is so cute, she must have a lot of boys who like her."
"Don't say that! I don't even know many guys! I think Da Ge is pretty good, he's handsome, and kind-hearted, he'd be perfect as a boyfriend..."
Wen Jing stood at the door watching his subordinate say to his wife, "You'd make a good boyfriend."
"Thud." The wind slammed the door shut, and the room fell silent. Xiao Wu turned around and saw Wen Jing, as if she had seen the Grim Reaper.
She walked out of the office with her hands and feet clasped together, and bowed deeply as she brushed past Wen Jing at the door.
Song Nian'an covered her mouth and laughed.
Wen Jing crossed her arms, looking jealous. "You're quite charming; all my employees are very fond of you."
"Don't be jealous. That girl was just joking. It's all your fault for exploiting your employees and not having time to date."
"I'm completely innocent," Wen Jing said, putting his arm around Song Nian'an. "I'm here to rest for a bit. I have to go out for a business dinner tonight. Come with me."
"I don't want to go to your kind of business banquets. My sportswear isn't appropriate either. Besides, how are you going to introduce me to others?"
"My personal assistant? Dedicated to managing my daily life, taking care of my meals and needs, and incidentally providing some physiological services..."
As Song Nian'an listened to him spouting flirtatious nonsense with a straight face and a look of refusal on his face, countless little voices in her heart were actually clapping and cheering.
Who could resist a handsome and charming husband?
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