Chapter 69
◎"Write love letters to my wife."◎
Headquarters of Jingkun Group.
He Qingzhao entered the office, sat in the leather chair, picked up the internal phone, and called the secretary.
As soon as Secretary Li entered the office, before she could even speak, He Qingzhao asked directly, "Secretary Li, have you ever written a love letter?"
Secretary Li: "..."
Secretary Li is a doctoral student in literature. She used to be a secretary to the county party secretary. Later, she resigned from her job in the system and came to Jingkun Group to be the secretary to He Qingzhao, the young chairman.
However, even a highly educated and experienced employee like Secretary Li was stunned by the question at this moment.
However, having served as a secretary to the county party secretary, Secretary Li was quick to react. He calmly replied, "I wrote to a girl I admired when I was young, but that was more than twenty years ago."
Secretary Li is thirty-eight years old this year. He came to Jingkun to work as He Qingzhao's secretary at the age of thirty-four. His relationship with He Qingzhao is not particularly close, but he is a good helper to He Qingzhao at work, and He Qingzhao values him highly.
He Qingzhao nodded approvingly after hearing this, and then, without batting an eye, instructed: "Starting today, you will write a love letter every day and hand it in to me before you leave work this afternoon. Your bonus for the next six months will be doubled."
Secretary Li wasn't even surprised this time. As if she had received a perfectly normal work assignment, she calmly asked, "Mr. He, is the person who received the love letter a boy or a girl, and how old are they?"
He Qingzhao: "Girl, nineteen years old, sophomore in college."
Secretary Li asked again, "What did you study? Where are you from?"
He Qingzhao: "This girl from the South, I majored in the same subject as you, Chinese Language and Literature."
Secretary Li then asked, "Does the young lady have any special talents or hobbies?"
He Qingzhao thought for a moment and then realized that Cheng Jiamo didn't seem to have any particular hobbies or special talents. If he had to name a talent, it would probably be that she wrote pretty well. And that was because of him. The girl herself told him that she liked calligraphy because he was good at it. She would secretly practice calligraphy whenever she had free time, and after three years she had developed beautiful handwriting.
Thinking of this, He Qingzhao felt a sweet and tender feeling in her heart, so tender that she felt like she was melting.
He Qingzhao couldn't help but smile, his deep voice laced with laughter: "You can go down now, I'll send you the details in a bit."
Secretary Li: "Okay, Mr. He, you're busy."
Before noon, Secretary Li sent He Qingzhao the love letter she had written as a document, and sent two copies, one in vernacular Chinese and one in classical Chinese.
After reading it, He Qingzhao sent Secretary Li a thumbs-up emoji, then polished it himself. After confirming that there were no errors, he sent the document to Cheng Jiamo.
Cheng Jiamo had no classes during the fourth period in the morning, so she came to the cafeteria for lunch at 11:30. She had just gotten her food, sat down, and picked up her chopsticks to eat when her phone suddenly beeped.
Cheng Jiamo picked up her phone to check her messages, only to see that He Qingzhao had sent two Word files. She clicked on the top one and frowned as soon as she saw the first line.
My dearest Momo, please forgive me for starting this way, because I love you so much, so much that my mind goes blank and I've lost the ability to think...
Hiss—
This is so cliché and so sour!
Cheng Jiamo searched online but couldn't find anything. Luckily, it wasn't copied from the internet. But after looking at it again, oh my god, it was so pretentious and corny, even worse than a copied one.
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Is this the love letter you wrote?]
HE: [There's also a version in classical Chinese.]
A beautiful jasmine flower: [If I remember correctly, you majored in finance.]
Inside the chairman's office at the headquarters of Jingkun Group, He Qingzhao was drawing on a drawing board. It was a couple's profile picture that he was going to use.
Upon seeing Cheng Jiaming's questioning message, He Qingzhao calmly replied: "The classical Chinese text was translated by my secretary."
Cheng Jiamo was shocked. She put down her chopsticks, held her phone in both hands, and quickly tapped on the keyboard.
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Your secretary actually read the love letter you wrote to me?!]
What she didn't know was that the love letter was actually written by her secretary, and she would be furious if she found out.
He Qingzhao's heart skipped a beat, realizing something was wrong, and he hurriedly tried to salvage the situation.
HE: [Just this once, no more next time.]
Cheng Jiamo finished reading the love letter, and by the end, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up.
A beautiful jasmine flower: [Electronic versions don't count. Who sends love letters electronically? You have to write it by hand, copy it by hand, and send it to me in paper form. It has to be pink stationery, with candy or red hearts on it—the kind of paper that looks sweet!]
He Qingzhao pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled heavily.
He never thought about writing love letters to any girl when he was seventeen or eighteen, let alone now that he is twenty-eight.
HE: [Okay.]
After replying to the message, He Qingzhao picked up the internal phone again and called Secretary Li, instructing her to buy a stack of letter paper, requesting that it be pink with candy or red hearts, something that looked very girly and dreamy.
Secretary Li didn't even flinch, replying calmly, "Yes, Mr. He."
After hanging up the phone, Secretary Li immediately put down her work and rushed downstairs to buy stationery.
Secretary Li truly lives up to his reputation as someone who became a county party secretary in his early twenties. In addition to being highly efficient, he also manages to deliver an exceptional amount of work.
He Qingzhao asked Secretary Li to buy the kind of stationery that "looks very girly and dreamy," so Secretary Li bought three kinds at once: light pink with candy, peach pink with red hearts, and fluorescent pink with cartoon patterns. Not only that, he also bought two sets of plastic gem sticker cards that kindergarten girls love.
Secretary Li carried the letter paper and cards she had bought upstairs. Just as she stepped out of the elevator, she ran into Zhong Qi.
Zhong Qi glanced at what Secretary Li was carrying and asked with a smile, "Secretary Li, are you buying a gift for your daughter?"
Secretary Li: "These are for President He."
Zhong Qi asked in surprise, "He Qingzhao?" He asked doubtfully, "What does He Qingzhao need these for? He doesn't have a niece."
As an employee, Secretary Li was not in a position to discuss the boss's affairs.
Secretary Li: "I don't know, President He didn't say."
Zhong Qi didn't take it seriously and followed Secretary Li into He Qingzhao's office.
Secretary Li took the letter paper and plastic gem stickers out of the plastic bag and placed them on the desk, asking, "Mr. He, do you think this is appropriate?"
He Qingzhao casually flipped through the letter paper. It was pink and girly enough. He nodded in satisfaction. However, when he looked at the two sets of plastic gem stickers that kindergarten children love, he pointed and asked, "What are these for?"
Secretary Li explained in a serious tone: "After you've copied the contents, you can cut these plastic gems off and stick them on the letter paper to increase the dreaminess."
He Qingzhao: "..."
Secretary Li personally demonstrated to him, tearing off a piece of pink candy-patterned letter paper, then cutting out a few plastic gems and sticking them on the paper, even creating a cute heart shape.
He Qingzhao's temples throbbed with veins, and he raised his hand to press his temples: "I know, you can go now."
Zhong Qi stood there dumbfounded. After Secretary Li left, he finally spoke: "What? Your illegitimate daughter has come knocking on your door?"
He Qingzhao: "Get lost!"
Zhong Qi pointed to a pile of pink letter paper and two sheets of childish plastic gem stickers on his desk and asked, "What do you need these for?"
He Qingzhao raised an eyebrow smugly: "Write love letters to my wife."
Zhong Qi: "...Your wife goes to kindergarten?"
He Qingzhao picked up the drawing board on the table and threw it at him: "Get out!"
Zhong Qi was prepared and immediately dodged to the side the moment Ling Zhen made his move.
The drawing board fell to the ground. Zhong Qi bent down to pick it up, placed it on the desk, and said with a smile, "You wouldn't be delivering a love letter to Cheng Jiamo, would you?"
He Qingzhao: "The girl is still angry and wants me to send her thirty love letters, one every day, or she won't forgive me."
Zhong Qi: "So you had Secretary Li write it down for you, and then you copied it down and gave it to her?"
He Qingzhao: "Otherwise, how could I have time to write that kind of thing, besides..."
Zhong Qi continued, "Besides, you can't write it either."
After saying that, Zhong Qi chuckled lazily: "When it comes to love letters, the writing style is secondary; the most important thing is that they are sincere. You, Young Master He, used to be the one receiving love letters, but you never wrote love letters to anyone. Besides, you're almost a thirty-year-old man now. Where is the pure love of a young man? Your so-called love is nothing more than wanting to satisfy your needs in your crotch."
He Qingzhao touched his brow: "...It's not as bad as you say, it's just that I don't have that kind of mindset."
Zhong Qi chuckled and teased, "Then you'd better not let her know that the love letter you sent her was written by someone else, otherwise you really won her back."
He Qingzhao: "...No, she's just a little girl, a little coaxing will do the trick."
Zhong Qi smiled but didn't say anything.
He had already envisioned He Qingzhao stumbling and falling.
[Author's Note]
I originally wanted to write about Boss He earnestly writing love letters to Momo, but after finishing it, I felt it didn't fit the character, so I deleted it.
Before the car accident, Boss He had always been a scoundrel. If he were to suddenly write a heartfelt love letter to Momo at that point, it wouldn't fit his character. Moreover, without the accumulation of layers of conflict, Momo wouldn't have been able to bring herself to truly leave him.
Even worse things are yet to come, a little coercion [newbie dog]
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