"Hello, Mr. Mo."
“Miss An, I’ve made a reservation for dinner tonight. I’ll take you out for hot pot as… compensation for last night.”
“Mr. Mo, there’s no need for you to go to such trouble.” An Yi Ruo didn’t really want to go out for hot pot with Mo Jing Chen. She thought his suit and tie didn’t match the atmosphere of the hot pot restaurant.
"No trouble at all. I'll pick you up after get off work. Miss An, you can get ready first."
Mo Jingchen's tone was firm, and An Yiruo couldn't refuse, so she could only agree.
"Thank you, Mr. Mo."
An Yiruo hung up the phone first. Looking at the time, she realized it was almost time for class. She got up, quickly tidied herself up, and went downstairs to wait for the teacher.
"Young Madam, would you like something to eat? The kitchen has prepared some snacks."
"Yes, that's fine. Thank you, Uncle Wang."
"You're too kind, young mistress. I'll go get it right away, please wait a moment."
When Uncle Wang returned, he was carrying a plate of exquisite pastries, the quality of which resembled that of a Michelin-starred restaurant.
"These pastries are so exquisite."
"Young Madam, these snacks were sent by the young master on his behalf. He was worried that you might be hungry since you didn't have lunch."
An Yiruo never expected that the pastries were specially sent back by Mo Jingchen.
While eating her snacks, An Yiruo wondered if she should express her gratitude to Mo Jingchen.
An Yiruo thought this way, and she did it.
She took out her phone, opened WeChat, took a picture of the exquisite pastries, and sent it to Mo Jingchen with the caption: "[Thank you for the pastries, Mr. Mo. They tasted great!]"
[I'm glad Miss An is happy.]
Mo Jingchen looked at the chat box with An Yiruo and a maternal smile appeared on his face.
"Assistant Zhou, come in for a moment."
"Yes, President."
"The snacks are quite good today." Assistant Zhou entered the room and stood directly opposite Mo Jingchen, assuming Mo Jingchen was going to assign him work. He never expected his boss to say something like that…
"President, this pastry shop is ranked number one on review sites, and it has a very good reputation."
"Hmm, well done. Your bonus will be doubled this month. Also, have the pastries from this shop delivered to Xinghai Bay Apartments every few days."
"Yes, President. Thank you, President." Assistant Zhou was overjoyed to hear that his bonus had been doubled.
The bonus has doubled, which is quite a sum of money, but he is more curious about the woman living in the Star Bay Apartments.
I really want to meet this extraordinary woman if I have the chance.
Just as he was unable to vent his excitement, a casual glance revealed the ring on his boss's ring finger.
The ring... is on... the ring finger... does this mean... she's married?
"President……"
"Speak quickly if you have something to say."
"Your... ring... is on your ring finger?" Assistant Zhou asked cautiously, seemingly gossiping.
Mo Jingchen looked down at the ring on his ring finger, his eyes filled with tenderness.
"The president's wife chose it, isn't it beautiful?" Mo Jingchen said to his assistant Zhou with a proud look.
"President, I suspect you're just showing off your affection."
"Don't doubt it, be confident, it's just a display of affection," Mo Jingchen said proudly to his assistant Zhou.
"President, when will you introduce your wife to everyone?" Assistant Zhou asked expectantly.
"Keep the matter of the president's wife a secret for now. Also, keep your mouth shut," Mo Jingchen warned Assistant Zhou.
"President, please rest assured. I am the most discreet person in the entire company. No one can get even a single piece of information about the President's wife from me."
"Okay, go out and get to work."
After leaving Mo Jingchen's office, Assistant Zhou had already made up his mind.
If you want to have a good life in the future, you must try to please the CEO's wife.
Seeing how much the CEO dotes on his wife, one must know that even if one offends the CEO, one cannot afford to offend his wife.
This afternoon was the most difficult afternoon of Mo Jingchen's thirty years.
He had never felt that an afternoon could be so long before; in the past, every second was precious to him.
Mo Jingchen had checked the clock many times throughout the afternoon. At 5:30, he finally couldn't hold back any longer, got up, grabbed his suit jacket, and left the office.
"President."
When Mo Jingchen's secretaries saw their boss come out, they all stood up to greet him.
"Assistant Zhou, you will stay and work overtime today to finish the remaining tasks."
"Yes, President."
After Mo Jingchen left, Assistant Zhou sat at his workstation and said quietly, "I knew it, I knew that this double bonus wouldn't be so easy to get."
For Mao Zedong's sake, I'll work overtime, work hard to earn money, and work hard to get married...
Star Bay Apartments.
"Young Master, you're back," Uncle Wang said respectfully from the side.
"Hmm, where is the young mistress?"
"The young mistress is upstairs. Shall we call her down?"
"No need, I'll go up myself."
Back in the bedroom, I saw An Yiru sitting at the dressing table, writing and drawing.
Mo Jingchen was curious about what An Yiruo was doing, so he tiptoed forward without disturbing her.
He watched as An Yiruo read a book and took notes. The content she was studying was the MBA course he had arranged for her.
Seeing An Yiruo working so hard, Mo Jingchen also had different feelings.
"You wrote it wrong, it should be like this," Mo Jingchen said, pointing out the problem with An Yiruosun's handwriting.
"Mr. Mo, when did you get back? You startled me!" An Yiruo was startled by the sudden voice behind her.
She was engrossed in reading and didn't notice when Mo Jingchen appeared behind her.
"I've been back for a while now. I saw Miss An studying, so I didn't want to disturb her."
"Does Mr. Mo also teach these courses?" An Yiruo looked at the few strokes Mo Jingchen had written in her notebook and immediately cleared up her doubts.
"These courses are all required for me. Take a look, doesn't that make things much clearer?"
An Yiruo leaned closer and carefully examined the words that Mo Jingchen had written.
It is indeed much clearer: "Mr. Mo, this way of writing is much clearer. I find that what Mr. Mo has written is much simpler and easier to understand than what is in the book."
"Miss An, don't flatter me."
“Mr. Mo, I’m telling the truth. I have absolutely no intention of flattering you. I swear,” An Yiruo said, extending her hand as if she were about to swear.
"Alright, I believe you. Let's go eat now that Miss An is ready."
"Well, Mr. Mo would be better off changing his clothes first."
Mo Jingchen glanced down at his clothes, not finding anything wrong with them: "Is there something wrong with my clothes?"
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