Chapter 43 Raising a cat = Raising a child
Song Nian'an looked around the office, making plans in her mind.
The office looks too deserted and empty; it's just a bunch of white walls with nothing in it.
It lacks both design sense and decorative appeal.
Wen Jing shuddered. Could it be... that he'd have to do farm work in his office again... and start banging bricks and tiles?
On a sudden inspiration, he found a document in the drawer; it contained information about a newly acquired plot of land.
"This floor is your studio; design it according to your own ideas."
For a moment, Song Nian'an couldn't believe her ears. "Really?"
Wen Jing responded.
It's true.
Song Nian'an sat down again. Wen Jing put his hands back on his lap, smiled faintly, and said, "From now on, you can design whatever you want and spend your time doing whatever you want. This studio is a gift for you, a wedding present."
These words left Song Nian'an silent for a long while, and Wen Jing also turned to look at him. After living together for a while, Wen Jing noticed that Song Nian'an's eyes shone when he was working on his designs.
Song Nian'an suddenly chuckled and released her grip on Wen Jing. Wen Jing frowned. "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at you. You're afraid I'll smash up your office, so you just gave me one to mess with as I please." Song Nian'an's lips curled up slightly, and she couldn't help but stick out her index finger and poke Wen Jing's cheek.
“However, I’m still very happy. Thank you for the gift.” Song Nian’an smiled, her eyes bright.
"By the way, honey, I attended Professor Huang's class today, you know, Professor Huang Qin, he's a very famous master in the design world. He invited me to his studio, and I'd like to learn some experience from him before we officially start decorating this studio. Is that okay?"
"Okay. Just don't make it too strenuous."
"Thank you, honey."
Around 3 PM, Wen Jing's phone kept ringing, so he simply called his assistant to the conference room to handle the project.
Song Nian'an was looking at some design drawings and the decoration of her studio in her office.
He couldn't wait to tell Cheng Letian about it, and the two chatted non-stop on WeChat.
"My husband set up a studio for me!"
"Wow, from now on, I'm counting on you, Designer Song. Are you still going to see Professor Huang?"
"Go ahead, why not! I want to learn from him! I'll visit Professor Huang's studio tomorrow at noon."
"Okay, call me when you come, let's go together!"
The golden sunlight streaming through the window shone on his face as he leaned back on the sofa. His slightly lowered gaze and nonchalant demeanor made him look particularly content.
Everyone is busy working now, and there are hardly any people coming and going downstairs in the middle of the afternoon. The only sounds in the park are birdsong and cicada chirping.
Recalling the awkward encounter with Wen Siyan last time, she gave up the idea of going downstairs for a walk.
My phone lit up, and when I opened it, I saw it was a WeChat message from Wen Jing.
My dearest husband: If you're bored, go downstairs for a walk. There's a gym on the third floor and a rooftop basketball court.
Song Nian'an: It's nothing, I'm reading.
[If I keep watching, my head will start to burn!!]
My dearest husband: I'll find someone to show you around the company.
Song Nian'an: I have social anxiety and don't like interacting with strangers.
Dear Little Husband: I didn't realize you were chatting so happily in the group. Should I add you in too?
Os: Are you sure you can stand the complaints your female colleagues make about you? I have no objection.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"Hey bro, are you there?"
Song Nian'an took small steps to open the door. Wasn't this his receptionist?
The receptionist formally introduced herself, "Hello, Brother Wen... no, Brother Da, I'm Xiao Wu, the receptionist and Brother Da's assistant. Mr. Wen just personally instructed me that I'll be your dedicated receptionist whenever you come to the company. Mr. Wen also said that you don't like others knowing your identity, and that I should call you Brother Da from now on!"
Xiao Wu was just putting on a professional fake smile at the door when a voice came from the walkie-talkie, telling her to go to the 18th floor.
With a heart full of trepidation, I stared intently at the elevator door, not daring to move my legs for a long time. I didn't know whether it was more serious to have the security guards carry the president's wife away at the door or to be caught by the president while slacking off at work and gossiping about him.
He rubbed his palms together several times, and when he looked up, he was already at the door of the CEO's conference room.
With that breath rising in his chest, he knocked on the door and entered.
"Mr. Wen, hello, you wanted to see me?"
"I heard you and Brother Da are on good terms?" President Wen was working on documents with his head down, so his expression was not visible.
The assistant was giving subtle hints with her eyes, but with her eyeballs moving around in circles inside her eye sockets, who could possibly understand what she meant?
What should I do if I've ruined myself?
"There was a slight misunderstanding with Madam Wen downstairs just now, and now..."
Xiao Wu's mind was in turmoil, trying to figure out how to explain it. She stood there like a log, when suddenly she heard President Wen speak.
"Don't be nervous. When Brother Da comes to the company, you can put aside your work at the front desk and help him get familiar with the company environment. Be his assistant."
A sentence suddenly came to Xiao Wu's ear, leaving her stunned.
Is this a promotion? To be Mrs. Wen's assistant?
Xiao Wu didn't hear anything else, only the three keywords "assistant." Without thinking, she blurted out, "So how is the salary calculated?"
Wen Jing now understood that there was a special kind of magnet in this world that made misers unconsciously form small groups.
No wonder Song Nian'an hangs out with the receptionist and the assistant.
Three money-grubbers.
"The salary will be calculated based on the assistant's salary."
All Xiaowu wanted to do now was go out and hug Mrs. Wen and spin her around. Now that's great, she can also take out a loan to buy a house!
Their eyes met those of Xiaoya, who was sitting next to them, secretly laughing. The two exchanged knowing glances and understood each other perfectly.
I'm determined to keep Mr. Wen and Brother Da as a super couple for life, to protect their dignity when they take out a mortgage!
In his office, Song Nian'an sat cross-legged on the sofa, a pen between his teeth, looking as if he were deeply engrossed in researching the design concepts for his studio.
Xiao Wu was helping to collect the master's design manuscripts.
At 5:30, Wen Jing returned to his office.
"Didn't you go outside for a walk?" Wen Jing asked while soaking goji berries.
"I didn't go. I want to get the studio ready as soon as possible."
Wen Jing glanced at Xiao Wu, his eyes filled with a warning, telling her to "step back immediately."
Xiao Wu said goodbye to Song Nian'an and then left.
"Why are you so mean to your employees, glaring at them like that?" Song Nian'an snorted through her nose. "From now on, you should add afternoon tea for them. Haven't you seen how you've manipulated your employees? Besides, they're unhappy working overtime every day and they're complaining about you behind your back. You're not really that heartless; it makes me uncomfortable. President, the people's hearts are so important!"
Wen Jing smiled. "Okay, whatever you say, Mrs. President. Now, Mrs. President, can we go home now?"
Song Nian'an and Wen Jing came down from the elevator arm in arm. Many employees saw the building-sweeping guy as they were leaving get off work. The mysterious background of the guy and his relationship with the president remained a mystery.
"With that small frame of his, and the way he's holding onto the CEO, could he be the CEO's illegitimate son?!"
"I think so. Otherwise, why would he be able to come and go so freely? Is he coming to the company now to get used to the company environment? Is President Wen grooming a successor?"
Xiaoya and Xiaowu left work together, shaking their heads as they listened to the gossip of these "outsiders".
Once in the car, Song Nian'an fastened her seatbelt and began giving directions.
After winding through alleys, we stopped in front of a pet hospital.
On the way, Song Nian'an was preoccupied with how to explain to Wen Jing that he had seen a cat by the roadside, felt a strong connection with it, and wanted to take it home to raise together.
Idea A: Honey, this cat looks a bit like you, with big eyes and a high nose. I love it so much. How about we take it home and raise it together?
No, no, if someone says he looks like an animal, what if I go back home and get abused?
Idea B: Honey, there's an injured cat on the street. My maternal instincts are kicking in. Can we take it home?
It seems like that might not work either.
"Not getting off the bus?" Wen Jing already knew what he was thinking and wanted to see what kind of nonsense Song Nian'an could come up with to coax him.
Song Nian'an tried her best to make her expression look serious, took Wen Jing's hand, placed it on her face, and said, "Yongqi, I want to have a child with you."
"ha????"
Perhaps their little deer has a slight mental breakdown at times, but that doesn't stop him from spoiling his precious baby.
"Okay, Zhihua." Wen Jing nodded in agreement with a serious expression.
Song Nian'an's inner monologue: [Damn, I've seen Huan Zhu Ge Ge 3! Why isn't that Xiao Yanzi? It's Zhihua instead!]
"What do you mean, Yongqi? You have someone else as your Little Swallow?"
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