Chapter 17: Being Calculated
Xuanzhe is used to Western breakfast because it is convenient. Since he moved out, very few people make Chinese breakfast for him. He just has simple pumpkin porridge, cold dishes, and hot buns. Wen Shuang didn't know what time she got up, but she made a full table of food, and the aroma was fragrant.
"I saw that there weren't many ingredients in the refrigerator, so I just made some. Mr. Xuan, please try it." Wen Shuang took off his apron naturally, completely unaware of how impactful the pink dress would look on him.
Xuanzhe glanced at it calmly, then looked at the table full of breakfast: "I haven't exercised yet."
The word "exercise" is too old and unfamiliar to Wen Shuang. Why should we exercise while we are alive? Isn't it better to be a salted fish lying peacefully?
"It's okay to skip a day of exercise occasionally." Wen Shuang was starving, but she tried to persuade Xuan Zhe, "Really, Mr. Xuan, eat quickly. We still have to go to work after eating."
The meal looked really good. Xuan Zhe put on his shirt and sat down at the table. He ate with almost no noise, revealing the elegance and propriety cultivated by a noble family. Even Wen Shuang was influenced by him and did not dare to make a sound.
The taste is indeed good, the porridge is soft, glutinous and sweet, the side dishes are refreshing, and the meat buns are also delicious. Xuanzhe wiped his mouth with a tissue, and his face looked normal, but in fact he was thinking about the things he had found out before. Wen Shuang has been a seemingly weak person with a complex mind since he appeared in everyone's sight. He has no fate as a young master but has all the symptoms of a young master. Let's put it this way, if no one treats Wen Shuang, he either eats out or orders takeout, so when did he develop such good cooking skills?
There's always something that doesn't match.
Xuanzhe got up and went upstairs to change his clothes. When he came down, Cao Nanyu had just arrived.
There was an extra person sitting on the passenger seat, an old man in his sixties. He was rather thin, but in good spirits. He kept squinting and smiling until he saw Xuan Zhe and Wen Shuang coming out of the house at the same time. He stopped talking mid-sentence.
Cao Nanyu hurriedly explained, "Vice President Qian, that was Wen Shuang, President Xuan's newly hired translator. It was already very late last night after she separated from Mr. Dilanda. Wen Shuang didn't have her keys with her, and her phone was out of battery, so she just stayed at President Xuan's house."
"Assistant Cao..." Vice President Qian looked at him, speechless. "Don't you feel uncomfortable using the word 'follow the trend'?"
Cao Nanyu: "..." To be honest, he also had some doubts about life.
Even if Wen Shuang "dropped by" in the trading floor, there was no reason for her to "drop by" in Xuanzhe's house. Xuanzhe had a very strong sense of territory and was not easy to accept strangers and things. Wen Shuang had only been in the company for a few days.
Although he had a million questions in his mind, Vice President Qian was a smart man. After Xuanzhe and Wen Shuang got in the car, he immediately put on a smiling face and pretended he knew nothing. Cao Nanyu dropped Wen Shuang off at the company gate and drove Xuanzhe and Vice President Qian to a meeting. As luck would have it, some people saw Wen Shuang getting out of the black Bentley, and there were some rumors that morning. When Vice President Qian returned, the rumors started to spread.
Wen Shuang would never have dreamed that Vice President Qian, one of Quanyi's shareholders and the right-hand man of Xuanzhe's father when he was young, had gossip as his biggest hobby in life.
As soon as Vice President Qian entered the office, he said to his confidant, "Hey, do you know that new translator is called... Wen Shuang! Yes, Wen Shuang stayed at President Xuan's house last night."
But he didn't say why he lived there. Following the example of his superiors, Vice President Qian's confidant was also very talkative. He couldn't wait to share his information with others as soon as he left the office.
"Hey, the newcomer Wen Shuang has moved into President Xuan's house."
"Hey, Wen Shuang lives in President Xuan's house. They are that kind of relationship!"
"Hey, you guys don't know that Mr. Xuan is Wen Shuang's boyfriend. No wonder Wen Shuang was next to Mr. Xuan as soon as she came in."
"Hey, Mr. Xuan is so possessive, you better stay away from Wen Shuang next time you see her!"
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Wen Shuang didn't know about this, but he noticed that colleagues coming in and out always looked at him intentionally or unintentionally.
"What the hell!" Fang Su held her phone and gossiped with her best friend - Feng Tao, the head of the agency department, a real gay who loves dyeing his hair, a fan of pink shirts, and the coquettish and charming man of Quanyi.
You should know that when Feng Tao first came in, he fantasized about Xuan Zhe for a long time, until he made a mistake at work and was scolded by Xuan Zhe for more than 20 minutes with an expressionless face in the meeting. When he came out, he felt like his soul was out of his body and was greatly shocked. When he came to his senses again, he completely gave up on the popular President Xuan. But this did not prevent Feng Tao from liking Xuan Zhe's looks, and he continued to fantasize about him with others, especially the male artists in the company. Of course, Xuan Zhe kept himself clean, and Feng Tao usually entertained himself. Who knew that a dark horse would appear halfway, and Feng Tao went to the Human Resources Department to retrieve Wen Shuang's information as soon as he got the news.
On the touchstone of "ID photo", Wen Shuang's face also stood out. The smile in the employment ID photo immediately captured Feng Tao's heart!
Feng Tao immediately found his good sister Fang Su, and the two of them started chatting in the tea restaurant.
"What a magical plot!" Feng Tao's eyes lit up, and he tapped his phone, following the company's everyone else, putting on pseudonyms and building a building on the forum.
Fang Su responded with a smile, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.
Wen Shuang poured a cup of coffee and came out of the tea room, running into Zhao Jiaqing from the same department.
Zhao Jiaqing had asked Wen Shuang to print documents before but was rejected. Wen Shuang thought their relationship was over because Zhao Jiaqing's face showed that he was a vengeful person. But when he came back, he acted as if nothing had happened and greeted Wen Shuang warmly when he saw her, making it seem like they had known each other for more than ten years.
Wen Shuang didn't want to assume malice towards others, but he always felt something was strange.
"Pouring coffee," Zhao Jiaqing greeted Wen Shuang.
He was standing at the doorway getting water, and he didn't show any intention of moving aside. Wen Shuang assumed he wasn't paying attention and continued chatting. But as they were talking, Zhao Jiaqing suddenly frowned and said "hmm." Then he picked up his phone and swiped it. "Hello," he said, paused for a moment, and sighed, "But I have to go downstairs to get something later. Is it urgent? Okay, I'll ask a colleague for help and come right over."
Wen Shuang immediately sounded the alarm in her heart.
Sure enough, Zhao Jiaqing shook his phone at Wen Shuang and said apologetically, "Wenshuang, I have something urgent to do now. Can you help me get something downstairs?"
Wen Shuang shook her head firmly: "You should find someone else. President Xuan wants a translation manuscript from me, and he wants it now."
When mentioning Xuanzhe, Zhao Jiaqing hesitated, but still said, "Right now."
"Yes, now, it takes at least five minutes for me to go up and down, but if I'm even a minute late, President Xuan will scold me." Wen Shuang nimbly squeezed out from the gap beside Zhao Jiaqing and pointed to the office: "I'm going back first, otherwise you know how angry President Xuan can be."
Zhao Jiaqing didn't say anything else. After Wen Shuang disappeared, his expression suddenly changed. He said coldly, "You keep calling me President Xuan, afraid that others won't know you're with him. Man to man, disgusting!"
Wen Shuang wiped the sweat off his forehead after returning to his seat. He had perfectly avoided a minefield. It was not that he did not want to help Zhao Jiaqing, but that the man's acting was too stiff. When he took out his cell phone just now, the screen was black. No one called at all. He just wanted him to go down. Who knows what is waiting down there.
Just before the end of the workday, Wen Shuang received a WeChat message from Fang Su: [Please help me get a document up from the basement floor. There's a car waiting, license plate number XXX.]
Wen Shuang didn't think much about it. She was very relieved about Fang Su, thinking that he might be busy and didn't have time, so she took the elevator to the underground floor. It was divided into two parts. The left side was the cold storage area. Because Quan Yi was really too big, with so many mouths to feed, not to mention the increasingly hot drinks supplied every day, even the vegetables and meat reserves in the cafeteria were a considerable amount. It would be impossible to store them without a cold storage. Walking a little to the right was the parking lot.
When Wen Shuang came out, the elevator on the right was under maintenance, so he could only get off the left one and go to the cold storage first, but it took a few minutes to walk there.
But when passing by a cold storage room with the power on, Wen Shuang was hit by a strong force from behind. He was caught off guard and fell inside. Before he hit the ground, the sound of the power switch falling to the ground was heard. Wen Shuang didn't care about the pain in his palm and suddenly stood up and rushed back, but the gate was already closed and no matter how he slapped it, it was useless.
Wen Shuang's face turned pale, she felt she had been tricked.
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