He then sat down in the chair his assistant had just brought over and thanked the assistant.
"You're welcome, madam. What would you like to drink?"
Don't worry about me.
Qi Jingchen sat down
Let's begin.
Qi Jingchen leaned back in his chair, signaling the start of the meeting.
Then began a long meeting.
She regretted it the moment she entered the meeting room; how could she have agreed to come to the meeting with him in the first place?
Qin Zifu listened for a while, but couldn't quite understand, so she simply stared blankly at the projector, her arms propped on the table, her hands supporting her face, looking at a huge amount of data.
Qi Jingchen's gaze fell on her, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly. He moved the chair closer to her and took her hand in his.
Qin Zifu was lost in thought when he interrupted her. She glanced at him and tried to pull her hand away. Why hold hands during a meeting? Aren't you afraid the employees will laugh at you? You're already attracting enough attention.
My colleagues were all secretly glancing this way. It was the first time the meeting atmosphere had been so relaxed, and the boss hadn't turned on the air conditioning.
The key point is that the boss tried to hold hands during a meeting, but his wife ruthlessly shook him off and even gave him a disdainful look. It's rare to see something like this.
Just when everyone thought the afternoon would go well, Qi Jingchen interrupted the report.
"Is your data correct?"
Qi Jingchen's words instantly silenced the meeting room, and everyone sat up straight.
This sentence also caught Qin Zifu's attention. Wasn't he trying to hold her hand the whole time? And he still had time to listen to reports?
The speaker glanced at the PowerPoint presentation, then flipped through the materials, and his expression instantly changed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Qi, I forgot to change my data."
"The first and second budget quotes differed by tens of millions, and you're just going to hand over this? Are you going to make up the difference?"
Qi Jingchen frowned as he looked at him.
"I'm sorry for my oversight, I'll take it and revise it right away."
The employee kept his head down, knowing he was in the wrong. This kind of problem really shouldn't have happened. I don't know if he slipped or misjudged when he did it yesterday.
The huge conference room was so quiet you could hear someone breathing, everyone waiting to be baptized by the storm.
Only Qin Zifu was relatively relaxed. Although she didn't quite understand, she knew that the employee had indeed made a basic mistake. She never interfered with Qi Jingchen's work style. He wasn't someone who couldn't control his emotions. He had his reasons for getting angry. Otherwise, how could a boss establish authority if he was always acting like a peacemaker?
So she just sat there quietly, without saying a word, her hand held by him the whole time.
However, Qi Jingchen did not lose his temper like he did in the morning.
"Give it to me before you leave work, then move on to the next one."
The manager who gave the report felt like he'd hit the jackpot that day.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It's so good that the landlady is here. We urge her to come every day for everyone's physical and mental well-being.
The afternoon meeting passed peacefully. Afterwards, everyone discussed things again, and Qi Jingchen left with Qin Zifu.
Is this how you work every day?
She felt that Qi Jingchen had also had a tough day.
"Not entirely. How about Secretary Qin continues working for a while? I'll take you everywhere I go so you can experience it for yourself?"
"No, just once in a while is fine."
"What a pity, I wish you could be Secretary Qin every day."
Qi Jingchen's words were enticing and ambiguous.
"Dream on. I've noticed you rarely go out for social events."
During this period, I went straight home after get off work every day, and then the two of us cooked and ate, except for the occasional outing with Ling Zhiyi and the others.
"Hmm, I'm too lazy to go. Let someone who likes socializing go. There are many things I don't need to do myself."
"All right"
"Shall I take you out for dinner tonight?"
"Okay, let's have hot pot!"
Spicy or hot pot?
"Let's have hot pot, it's been so long!"
I love eating hot pot even more in the summer, claiming it's to dispel dampness during the hottest days of summer.
"Okay, have someone place the order."
It was during peak traffic hours, and Qi Jingchen drove slowly, feeling that being with someone made even traffic jams less unbearable.
It took more than an hour to get to the hot pot restaurant, which was in a shopping mall. The elevator was crowded. Qin Zifu stood at the very back of the elevator, and Qi Jingchen supported her with his hands on either side of her to prevent anyone from crowding her.
"Mr. Qi, won't your fiancée be angry if she finds out you're having dinner with me?"
Qin Zifu's voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for everyone in the elevator to hear her. She nestled sweetly in his arms with her head down, so no one could see her face clearly.
As long as you're happy.
Qi Jingchen raised an eyebrow and, in response, used his well-defined fingers to pinch her chin before lowering his head to kiss her lips.
"President Qi, please don't do this. Everyone saw it."
Qin Zifu pushed his chest with a half-hearted gesture, but he held her hand down.
"It's okay, so what if you see it?"
The two chatted as if no one else was around, and everyone in the elevator listened quietly, as if they had heard some juicy gossip.
Is this a man openly flirting with his mistress? And so brazenly?
Some people even took out their phones to secretly take pictures. Everyone was casually glancing this way.
When the elevator reached the fifth floor, Qi Jingchen pulled the person into his arms and walked out.
Unbeknownst to them, the young couple's playful banter had already caused a stir in the elevator. The moment the elevator doors closed, small groups of people inside started chatting.
"Are people this brazen now? That guy looks really rich."
Another girl kept watching the video and sensed something was wrong.
"Why do I feel like this is the president of the Qi Group?"
"Oh, it's President Qi. That's what that woman called him too."
"President Qi? The President Qi who proposed and got engaged to the Gu family in such a grand manner?"
"It seems so, watch the video."
Unaware of the conversation in the elevator, the two went to the private room they had arranged before entering the hot pot restaurant.
It's called a private room, but it's actually a semi-private room with three walls. The innermost side has a wooden window that opens to reveal the lobby downstairs. There are Peking Opera performances in the evenings, so customers can enjoy hot pot while listening to the opera.
"One serving of high-calcium mutton, one serving of tripe, and one serving of beef ribeye and beef chuck."
Qin Zifu ordered three servings of meat as soon as she arrived.
"Brother, would you like to try some sugar-coated fried dough?"
Order whatever you want.
"I can eat a little, I'm too fat."
A typical sugar and oil mixture, eaten late at night, it's bound to make you gain weight.
"No problem, I'll have a sugar-coated fried dough stick."
"Okay, is there anything else you need? The cocktails today are excellent, with both alcoholic and non-alcoholic options."
Qin Zifu saw the cocktails on the tables of the guests downstairs from the window. They looked beautiful, but Qi Jingchen was driving, and it wasn't worth hiring a designated driver for a cocktail.
Drinking non-alcoholic beverages? That's a bit boring.
Qi Jingchen could see her struggle.
"One with alcohol and one without."
"Okay, the dipping sauce will be sent back shortly, please wait."
After saying that, the staff member went out and closed the door behind him.
"Baby, we're going to try on our wedding dresses in the next couple of days."
"Okay, I'll choose a time when I'm not working."
"Know"
After all the dishes were served, Qin Zifu took out her phone and took a picture, preparing to send it to the group chat.
Put down your phone and start eating hot pot.
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