Rong Jing x Tang Yuncheng ①
"idiot!"
The conference room fell into a deathly silence. Rong Jing's gaze swept over the group of trembling subordinates, her voice icy: "You dare to present such a kindergarten-level plan? I paid you all to slack off and do nothing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually picked up the plan booklet and a metal pen from the table, flicked his wrist, and threw them diagonally forward without even looking at them.
With a "smack," the pen struck a man's forehead precisely, leaving a glaring red mark, while the pages of the proposal booklet scattered all over the floor.
Tang Yuncheng was completely unaware. He calmly bent down, picked up the pens and scattered papers that had rolled to his feet, and quickly walked to Rong Jing to present them to her, his voice steady: "President Rong."
Rong Jing took it, but didn't spare a second to the other person's forehead injury, only coldly ordering: "I want to see the revised plan by 3 pm. Check every single piece of data. If there's even the slightest mistake, you're all fired."
After saying that, he turned and left the conference room. Only after pushing open the office door and sitting in his office chair did he finally turn his head and utter three words: "Secretary Tang".
Tang Yuncheng, who had been following him, smiled slightly: "I'm here, President Rong."
What was my schedule for Saturday?
"There's a multinational video conference at 10 a.m., a meeting with Mr. Wang from Dingsheng Group to discuss cooperation at 2 p.m., and a board dinner at 7 p.m...."
“Cancel them all,” Rong Jing interrupted him. “Also, book a private Western restaurant for 7 p.m. that night.”
Tang Yuncheng paused slightly, but did not ask a single question. He simply nodded and replied, "Yes, President Rong."
As evening fell, it suddenly started raining outside. Rong Jing frowned as he stood in front of the French windows; he never liked driving in the rain.
"Mr. Rong, let me take you home." Tang Yuncheng's voice rang out at the right time. He was standing at the office door, holding a briefcase in his hand.
Rong Jing didn't refuse, and simply gave a soft "hmm".
Once in Tang Yuncheng's car, Rong Jing leaned back in his seat, feeling somewhat exhausted from days of intense work.
He glanced at the injury on Tang Yuncheng's forehead through the rearview mirror and frowned slightly: "You didn't take care of your forehead?"
Tang Yuncheng looked back at him in the mirror and smiled, "President Rong, don't worry, someone will take care of it for me in a moment."
Rong Jing simply said "Oh" and didn't press further. He remembered that Tang Yuncheng lived alone, so where would he get help? He figured they were probably going to the hospital.
He was so tired that his consciousness gradually faded. When he opened his eyes again, the car was already parked downstairs at his house.
"President Rong, we've arrived." Tang Yuncheng woke him up.
The rain was still falling. Tang Yuncheng held up a large black umbrella, walked around to the passenger side, opened the car door, and sheltered him under the umbrella as he walked to the entrance of the building.
Rong Jing went upstairs and felt a little irritated as she took out her keys to open the door.
He's been feeling uneasy lately.
In the mornings, he would occasionally find light red marks on his neck and legs, but it wasn't summer, so where would the mosquitoes come from? And sometimes, when he woke up, there would be a faint muttony smell in the room, a smell that every man would recognize.
As cold and aloof as President Rong is, he refuses to admit that he is still experiencing nocturnal emissions at his age and stubbornly believes that there is a problem with the feng shui of the house. He insists that he must find a feng shui master to take a look at it one of these days.
He pushed open the door; the living room was pitch black, and nothing seemed amiss. He turned on the entryway light, took off his shoes, and went inside.
Meanwhile, Tang Yuncheng, sitting in his car downstairs, watched the warm yellow light coming from the window on the tenth floor. He looked down, opened his phone, and tapped on an encrypted app with a heart icon. He tapped the screen for a while.
Half an hour passed, and the rain gradually subsided. He saw a deliveryman in a blue raincoat enter the apartment building and come out empty-handed a few minutes later.
Tang Yuncheng then pushed open the car door, slowly stepped into the elevator, and pressed "10". The elevator doors opened, and he stopped in front of one door, raising his hand to knock lightly a few times.
Soon, there was a rustling sound coming from inside, followed by a voice: "Coming."
The moment the door was opened, Tang Yuncheng's calm expression turned into a smile.
The man who was just wearing a cold, hard black suit has now changed into a white cat-themed lingerie outfit. He has fluffy cat ear headbands on his head, openwork lace on the chest, and a cat tail on the back.
The president's usually taut and serious face now showed a hint of shyness.
"Honey, welcome home."
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