After finding a reasonable explanation for herself, An Yiruo continued organizing the documents and threw herself into her work.
"As expected, the women who can become president's wives are no ordinary people!" Zhang Yuanyuan muttered to herself as she returned to her workstation.
...
In Mo Jingchen's office, the busy work of the past few days had made him feel a little uncomfortable. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose to give himself a brief moment of relaxation.
"President!" Assistant Zhou walked into Mo Jingchen's office, looking hesitant to speak.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say!" Mo Jingchen sat in his boss's chair, rubbing his temples with one hand, his brows slightly furrowed. He was somewhat dissatisfied with Assistant Zhou for coming in and stammering without reporting his work.
“You had dinner with the shareholders last night, and someone took things out of context, took photos of you and Ms. Zheng going in and out together, and posted them on the internet.”
"Give me the photos."
Mo Jingchen stopped rubbing his temples and reached out to Assistant Zhou for his phone.
The moment Mo Jingchen took the phone back, he saw the photo. The photo was blurry, but those who knew him well would recognize it as his back.
Due to the camera angle, it appeared that he and the woman walked into the restaurant side by side, but in reality, he kept a distance from her that day.
"President, we have taken down the news, but we still don't know how many people saw the photo."
Seeing that his boss was in a bad mood, Assistant Zhou offered an explanation.
However, what he meant was that he didn't know if the president's wife had seen this photo!
"Go check," Mo Jingchen said, placing his phone on the table with a fierce look in his eyes.
"Yes, President."
After Assistant Zhou left, Mo Jingchen sat at his desk. Thinking of An Yiruo, his heart softened a little. He thought about how he had been too busy with things at the group and dealing with the shareholders recently, and had neglected An Yiruo.
I wonder if An Yiruo, that little cat, is unhappy.
Mo Jingchen smiled gently, a scene witnessed by Miss Zheng who suddenly entered.
“Brother Jingchen…” Zheng Yuan walked into Mo Jingchen’s office and saw this tender scene, which made her heart flutter.
"Get out! Who told you to come into my office without knocking?" Mo Jingchen's gentleness vanished when he saw the person in front of him, replaced by visible disdain.
"Brother Jingchen, I..."
"Also, I've said it many times, call me President Mo. I'm not familiar with you."
"Mr. Mo... Mr. Mo, we've been friends since we were kids. You shouldn't be so cold to me."
Zheng Yuan was pampered since childhood, and everyone who met her had to respectfully call her Miss.
But her pride was completely worn away by Mo Jingchen.
She believed that she was far superior to An Yiruo in terms of education, family background, and appearance.
She just couldn't understand why her Jingchen brother would rather waste his time on that kind of person than even glance at her.
She was clearly the one who could help Jingchen overcome his difficulties.
"Our relationship isn't based on growing up together."
Mo Jingchen firmly refused. Their childhood friendship, which they had grown up with, was seen by outsiders as that of childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree.
He would never allow Zheng Yuan to assume such a status, nor would he allow her to appear by his side and cause unnecessary misunderstandings.
"Mr. Mo, you are truly heartless! To treat your childhood friend like this for a woman, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed if you go out like this?"
"Being ridiculed? Those four words don't exist in my world, Mo Jingchen. Besides... don't you, Miss Zheng, know whether we've truly grown up together?"
Mo Jingchen still looked at her with a disdainful expression: "The door is over there. Remember to close it when you go out."
"You... one day, you will regret your decision today."
"Miss Zheng probably won't live to see that day."
Zheng Yuan was rejected time and time again, and her proud nature would not allow her to stay there any longer.
She left Mo Jingchen's office, wearing her sky-high heels.
"Come in here for a moment, and bring your disinfection tools."
Zhou, the assistant, was somewhat confused when he received the call, but he still took a spray bottle filled with alcohol and went into Mo Jingchen's office.
"President, the disinfection equipment has arrived. I don't know where it needs to be disinfected."
"Disinfect all the areas that Zheng Yuan just visited, spray them several times."
Assistant Zhou couldn't help but groan inwardly. The president was indeed cunning. If Zheng Yuan found out about this, she would probably be so angry she'd vomit blood!
Although Assistant Zhou thought this way, his hands were honest. He picked up the spray bottle and sprayed every corner of the room, big and small, including Mo Jingchen's desk.
The work was considered complete only after all the alcohol in the spray bottle had been sprayed out, and then I left the president's office.
Mo Jingchen: An'an, do you want to have lunch together?
An Yiruo: Oh, Mr. Mo finally remembered me! He's chosen me!
Mo Jingchen: So, you agree?
"An Yiruo: Prepare fine wine and delicious food to welcome this princess."
Mo Jingchen: Yes, sir.
"Madam is coming up for lunch today, so please prepare a lot of food and make it more elaborate."
"Yes, Mr. President."
After Mo Jingchen hung up the phone, Assistant Zhou sighed, "Indeed, those who can be special assistants are all-round talents!"
After muttering something to himself, he quietly picked up his phone app and started searching for food on the leaderboard...
During her lunch break, An Yiruo stepped into Mo Jingchen's office again, feeling as if she had been through another world.
An Yiruo stood on the gate tower, hesitant to go inside.
"An'an, what are you daydreaming about?"
Mo Jingchen walked to her side, took her hand, and led her to the sofa.
"I'm amazed that coming to your office again feels like stepping into another world!"
“I’ve been so busy lately. I’m sorry, An’an.”
"You are the president of the Mo Group. It's okay for me to make a small sacrifice so that the lights of these thousands of homes can stay on. However, don't leave me alone for too long. Being alone for too long will make me start to overthink things."
An Yiruo's casual remark made Mo Jingchen realize that she had ultimately seen that photo.
Mo Jingchen shook his head slightly, opened the packaged lunchbox on the table, revealing the exquisite food inside.
"Your Highness, is it to your liking?"
"Hmm, it looks pretty good."
"Then... Your Highness, please have your meal."
An Yiruo picked up a piece of beef and put it in her mouth. It was delicious, tender and flavorful, just the texture and taste she liked.
An Yiruo nodded as she ate, her satisfied expression the greatest affirmation of the food on the table.
"An'an, I have something to tell you."
Hearing Mo Jingchen's serious tone and attitude, An Yiruo paused involuntarily, her hand holding the chopsticks trembling with unease.
"What...are you trying to say?"
For some reason, An Yiruo had a sixth sense that what Mo Jingchen was about to say was related to the photos Zhang Yuanyuan had shown her.
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