Chapter 14
"Hmm?" Wen Zhenni curled up on the sofa, sinking into the soft pillow, with confused eyes and long eyelashes fluttering.
I can't believe these words came from the mouth of a sharp-tongued man like Ciheng.
Under Wen Zhenni's questioning gaze, Ciheng reached out and patted her on the back. His eyes swept over her exposed legs, and he naturally pulled down the hem of her skirt that was slightly curled above her knees.
Wen Zhenni turned over and lay on the pillow, with her toes dangling in the air.
He held her ankle to stop her movements and asked, "Should I arrange an assistant job for you?"
The voice was low and gentle, as if it was just mentioned casually.
Wen Zhenni tried to immerse herself in the TV series, trying to ignore the tingling sensation in her calves. "It's too late to please me now."
"don't want?"
“…It’s not that I don’t want to.”
Wen Zhenni muttered and turned over. The warm light swept across the corners of her eyes, making them look bright.
"If we work in the same company and have dealings with each other at work, will you show favoritism?" she was very curious.
Ciheng: "I clearly distinguish between public and private matters, and I won't let you off the hook."
"Really?" She stood on tiptoe, curling her toes against his waist. "Give me another chance, please tell me again."
The unromantic man still said, "Work is work, life is life, and it's the same anyway."
She increased the force of her toes, with a hint of provocative itch, penetrating the thin fabric, intending to pull the flesh around his waist.
"Are you so angry that you want to hit someone because you can't win the argument?" The corners of Ciheng's tightly pursed lips curved upwards.
He quickly pulled off his silver-rimmed glasses, grabbed her rebellious legs, and pressed his palm on her butterfly bone that rose and fell with her breathing.
The shirt sleeves were lifted by the movement, revealing a strong wrist bone, and the bony back of the man's hand was covered with pale blue veins.
Wen Zhenni likes to look at his hands, which are slender and stylish, especially when the blood is flowing. There is an indescribable artistic feeling that makes people itch.
Wen Zhenni realized later that this posture was too dangerous.
She tried to break free, but her legs were held tightly, and the force was so strong that her thumbs left red marks on her flesh.
"Be gentle." She said she was uncomfortable.
Ci Heng's palms paused slightly, and the corners of his eyebrows raised slightly, "Spoiled."
He lowered his head, his breath spraying on her sensitive ears, his voice filled with scorching heat, "We've finished discussing business, now let's talk about personal matters."
His fingers slid along Wen Zhenni's back, leaving hot marks on her butterfly bones, like a silent fire that suddenly ignited, burning her to the point of falling.
Wen Zhenni's arm around his shoulders tightened, and her eyes looked away hurriedly as if burned, "Is it too frequent..."
Without the obstruction of the lenses, the emotions in his eyes were no longer concealed. "Not much. After all, I have three years of homework to catch up on."
"There's also an advance for future filming."
The palm pressing on her butterfly bone suddenly exerted force, pressing her towards his shoulder, and then with unquestionable strength, he covered her with moist lips.
The orange floor lamp cast a warm hue on his well-defined face. The pale blue veins on the back of his hands meandered beneath the cold white skin, and the protruding joints looked like raised glaciers.
The hand pressed against the back of Wen Zhenni's neck, slid towards her spine, and when it grabbed her waist, her tendons and veins bulged, and the dormant power broke through her noble and elegant appearance, revealing a shocking desire in the mottled light.
The kiss that falls is like boiling magma, boiling madly with the beating of the pulse.
Although they were clearly performing the most intimate actions, their bone structure was as noble as a knight holding a sword in an oil painting.
Wen Zhenni's bones were soft, and her hands that were grabbing his shirt were sweating, but the softest waves were rising in her heart.
She grabbed the man's shoulders tremblingly, and when Ciheng pinched her fingers, she accidentally touched a ring.
"Are you wearing a wedding ring?" she asked vaguely, wanting to take a look.
Ciheng kissed the corner of her eye and said, "Say your identity as a husband, and prove that our relationship is harmonious, not as the outside world has rumored. This will save you a lot of trouble."
The warm light cast the silhouettes of the two people hugging each other on the wall. The phone slid onto the carpet. The ending song of the idol drama flowed in the room. After a moment, the next episode began to play automatically.
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The couple stayed at the Jin family's for two days. On Monday morning, a driver came to pick up Ciheng to go to the group headquarters.
Wen Zhenni returned to Zhangyuan alone and had lunch with her parents-in-law and grandmother. When she returned to Zijin Bay, the sun was already setting.
Ciheng agreed to arrange an assistant position for her. Yesterday, she sent a message to her cousin Qiao Qianqian who was doing an internship in another city, mentioning her idea of borrowing her identity, and she easily got her cousin to agree.
In the evening, she received a call from the Thai-Chinese Human Resources Department, informing her to report at 9:30 the next morning.
Now that I have decided to go to work, I have to think about what to wear and what makeup to put on tomorrow.
She walked into the cloakroom, her eyes swept over the clothes and bags, and she was overwhelmed with decision-making difficulties.
Thinking of this, I called Xi Miao on video and asked her to help me research my commuting look.
"It's just work, not a red carpet walk."
Xi Miao really couldn't understand why she was looking forward to going to work.
Wen Zhenni: "It's the first day, so I have to leave a good impression."
Xi Miao felt that there was some truth to that. "That's right, we must outshine everyone else and slay the crowd from the first second we step into the company."
Wen Zhenni chose a khaki high-waisted skirt and gestured towards the camera, "Should I try something with a wider span? The high-brow and French styles are suitable for the workplace, but they're easy to recognize."
Xi Miao poured a glass of red wine and glanced at it lightly. "What you wear is secondary. The key is your face. With a face like yours, even if you're wrapped in a sack, you're still a runaway princess."
Seeing her actively matching her clothes, Xi Miao leaned closer to the camera and asked, "Are you preparing to play office play with your husband?"
"I'm here to work, not to have fun."
Wen Zhenni braided her long hair into two pigtails, changed into the clothes she had chosen, and tightened her waistline with wide-leg pants. "I think this is quite convincing, and it looks like I have just entered society."
Xi Miao looked at her and offered a suggestion, "The eyes are still too recognizable. You can change the shape of the eyes with makeup."
There is some truth to what you said.
So Wen Zhenni tried Japanese-style makeup, picked out a lipstick in an everyday color, and made her lips look fuller.
"Is this any better?"
Xi Miao nodded slowly while shaking his wine glass and gave a thumbs up. "Female celebrities are obviously female. They are very malleable."
"It would be better if it had bangs."
Wen Zhenni still felt a little regretful. She had to keep her hair for the styling of her next movie and couldn't mess with it casually.
Seeing that she was serious, Xi Miao also found it quite interesting. "When I'm free, I'll come to visit you at work and see the life of a white-collar worker from nine to five."
"Okay, Miss Xi is always welcome to come and inspect our work."
Wen Zhenni wanted to talk to her about something else when the servant suddenly knocked on the door and asked her to go downstairs for dinner.
"No need to talk about it. Let's talk next time. He's back."
After hanging up the video, she changed her clothes and went downstairs to have dinner with Ciheng.
Maybe because she was going to work at Taihua, Wen Zhenni was so excited that she couldn't sleep at night and got up earlier than Ciheng the next day.
While eating breakfast, Ciheng looked at her strangely, "You are... a little different today."
"Because I'm in disguise."
Wen Zhenni held her face in her hands, eager to show off her masterpiece, "This is a masterpiece that took me an hour to create."
Looking left and right, they are different, but the difference is not that big.
Ciheng didn't care whether she wore makeup to work or not. What she cared about was, "So from now on, you'll have to spend an hour putting on makeup for work. Are you getting enough sleep?"
Straight guys just ruin the atmosphere.
Wen Zhenni: "That's not the point, okay."
Ci Heng wiped his fingers with a napkin and asked, "Did you handle Qiao Qianqian?"
"It was easy."
She scooped up the cream of mushroom soup, the steamy heat blurring the cunning in her eyes. "Cousin-in-law, don't you mind working with your cousin?"
"I don't mind."
Ci Heng chuckled and nonchalantly pointed at the gold clock on the counter. "It's a pity that some people will be late on their first day of work."
Wen Zhenni looked at the time and saw it was already half past eight. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
I couldn't eat the rest of my breakfast, so I stuffed half a pumpkin pie into my mouth, grabbed my bag and was about to leave.
Seeing that Ci Heng didn't catch up, she went back to pull him back, "Hurry up, you're the president and you're not afraid of being late, but I'm just a small clerk with little influence."
"I got into the role pretty quickly, and my basic acting skills are still there."
Ciheng praised her work attitude, then sat in the back seat and handed her a bottle of warm milk.
When the car started, Wen Zhenni remembered that she hadn't seen Ci Yu in the morning.
"Where's Xiaoyu?" she asked.
Ciheng raised the Patek Philippe on her wrist and said, "He left early. He should be almost at the company by now."
"So early!" she was surprised.
"Base salary is 1,000, perfect attendance is 30,000, you can do it too."
He even kindly gave her a tip, "If you see him outside the company at this time in the future, it means you are late."
Wen Zhenni: "..."
Thank you so much for your kindness.
"By the way, just drop me off at the subway station near the company and I'll walk there by myself."
Ci Heng showed an expression of incomprehension, "Is there any difference?"
"Of course there is a difference."
Wen Zhen took out the decorative glasses she had prepared long ago from her bag and put them on. "There are at least 20,000 people at the Taihua headquarters. I don't want to reveal my identity right after I get to work."
Her assistant position is affiliated with the President's Office, and the office building is on the top floor, the 88th floor. There are a total of ten assistants including her.
The tasks assigned to her were relatively simple, mainly to assist other colleagues in organizing meetings and discussions.
On her first day at work, Director Wang from the President's Office assigned her to Li Wei, an old employee, and asked Li Wei to help her familiarize herself with the locations of various departments and recognize faces.
"Qianqian, that seasonal limited edition Hermès you're wearing must have cost seven figures to buy."
Li Wei volunteered to be the guide. She held Wen Zhenni's arm affectionately and asked, "Are you a local hukou? Your family must be very wealthy, right?"
Li Wei was tall to begin with, and when she wore high heels and held Wen Zhenni's arm, Wen Zhenni felt like she was being carried by her.
Moreover, the perfume on her body smelled a bit sweet, which made Wen Zhenni feel uncomfortable.
"My father runs a small business in Tianhai, and I moved here with him when I was a child." This is true.
"That bag..." I was in a hurry today and didn't pay any attention to the brand details.
"Actually, it was given to me by a rich lady." The bag was given to me by Xi Miao, so it's not wrong to say it was given to me by a rich lady.
“So it was a gift from a friend.”
Li Wei curled her lips and suddenly let go of her hand. "I suddenly remembered that I still have to deliver some information to Mr. Liu. You can take a look at it yourself."
After saying that, she walked away in her high heels without even looking at Wen Zhenni.
Wen Zhenni was stunned for a moment as she watched the tall figure disappear gracefully around the corner of the corridor.
I just said a few words, but you changed your expression so much.
Even Sichuan Opera face-changing is not as fast as hers.
It’s just a matter of going to the department to say hello. What’s so difficult about that?
With no one to lead her, Wen Zhenni walked from floor to floor with the department form in her hand.
She has a good personality, is cheerful and energetic, and speaks gently. Everyone is kind to her and is willing to help her with anything she doesn't understand.
After walking through all the administrative floors, Wen Zhenni was drenched in sweat. She returned to her workstation and wiped the sweat from her neck with a tissue.
Lucy, who was sitting opposite her, handed her a cup of water and explained to her in a low voice: "You were not here just now, and the general assistant came over and asked me to pass the cup to you."
Maybe Ciheng told her to do that because she didn’t bring a water cup.
Wen Zhenni was also thirsty, so she thanked him and took the cup of water to the tea room.
As soon as I walked outside, I heard Li Wei's pinched voice.
"She..."
In the mist of steam, Li Wei held her coffee cup and smiled disdainfully, "Looking at the limited edition bag she was carrying, I thought she was some rich young lady coming to experience life, but it turns out she's just an out-of-towner coming here to work."
It turned out that the person who abandoned her halfway came back to spread rumors.
Wen Zhenni did not avoid it and went over to get the water.
The colleague who was talking to Li Wei was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to look, and dragged Li Wei, who looked reluctant, out of the tea room.
Then Lucy came in and kindly reminded her over the sound of water being poured in, "Li Wei is very close to Mr. Liu. No one dares to offend her."
It's said very obscurely, but those who understand will understand.
Wen Zhenni didn't express her opinion, but asked her: "You look so young, are you an intern?"
Lucy shook her head, "First year class."
She has a small canine tooth, and her smile is silly, but very cute. "I'll pretend to be an experienced person. If you don't understand something, you can ask me and I'll help you."
Wen Zhenni did not hesitate to show her kindness to the person she liked, "Okay, then please take care of me."
After getting the water, the two returned to their workstations together. Director Wang came in just then and asked Li Wei to prepare to receive Fang Sheng's design team.
Li Wei at her workstation decisively put her coffee cup on the table, took out her makeup mirror and began to reapply her lipstick.
Director Wang looked at Wen Zhenni again and said, "Qiao Qianqian, please help Li Wei prepare some refreshments."
As soon as the words fell, Li Wei closed the powder box that was on her fingertips with a click, and threw it back onto the desk with a bang.
There was a strange moment of silence in the office.
The others looked at Wen Zhenni, some with sympathy, some watching the show, and some with worry.
Wen Zhenni felt puzzled. She and Li Wei didn't have any grudges against each other, so why was there so much hostility?
The reception for Fangsheng Group will be arranged in the conference room on this floor. Before that, their senior executives will take a short rest in the lounge.
The snacks were ready, Wen Zhenni only needed to take them out of the refrigerator and prepare some tea and coffee.
During this period, Li Wei briefly explained some precautions.
"Boss Ci might come over later, so you'd better be smart with what you do and say. Boss Ci is very strict, and there can be no sloppiness in the work."
"Also, Mr. Jiang from Fang Sheng likes Geisha Ice Drops, preferably freshly ground. Remember that next time."
Wen Zhenni wrote down all the precautions she mentioned in her memo.
Hearing Ciheng's sternness, she subconsciously asked, "Is President Ciheng very strict in his work?"
It is true that Ciheng has a sharp tongue, so she is a little curious about how Ciheng treats his subordinates, and whether he is as sharp-tongued as he is at home.
Li Wei did not satisfy her curiosity, but turned around, crossed her arms, and looked at her with lowered eyelids.
"Qiao Qianqian, right? The CEO's office is the place closest to the top management. When you're here, you have to have a positive attitude and not have any delusions outside of work."
Wen Zhenni: "..." What did she say wrong?
She just came to work, how could she have any bad intentions?
Li Wei didn't think so. She picked up the ground coffee and said, "I'll just deliver the coffee. You can go back to the office."
Wen Zhenni had just arrived and couldn't really help much, so she went back to the office.
This is a cooperation project docking and exchange meeting between Taihua and Fangsheng, which will last almost a whole day.
The lunch meeting came to a temporary end, and Wen Zhenni and her colleagues went to the cafeteria to eat.
You know what, the food in Taihua Canteen is much better than that in the crew.
Especially the honey chicken wings that Lucy recommended to her, Wen Zhenni ate several pieces in one go.
When picking up the last piece, a colleague suddenly said mysteriously: "Qianqian, has anyone ever told you that you look like a celebrity?"
"Really?" Wen Zhenni blinked guiltily.
"They really look alike." Lucy nodded. "Do you know the girl group Sweety? Their main dancer is Wen Zhenni."
Other colleagues echoed: "At least 70% similar."
No way, she deliberately blurred the features, yet you can still recognize her.
Wen Zhenni didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being exposed. She pushed her glasses to cover up and continued to eat.
After finishing lunch in the cafeteria, everyone returned to the office for a nap.
Lucy quietly told her that the company had booked a banquet for the Jinhuang Banquet, and senior executives from both sides would attend tonight.
So, Ciheng had an appointment. It looked like she would have to leave work on her own.
Wen Zhenni thought about it and sent a WeChat message.
Before Ciheng received a reply, Li Wei walked to her workstation in high heels and asked her to bring a cup of hot milk to Mr. Jiang in the VIP lounge.
The president's office has prepared fresh milk and placed it in the refrigerator in the tea room.
Wen Zhenni poured hot milk into a bone china cup, put a piece of Black Forest cake in it, and added some Ceylon black tea, and sent it to the VIP room.
She knocked on the door and asked for permission. A woman's voice came from inside, "Come in."
Pushing open the oak door of the VIP room, Wen Zhenni walked in with a tray in her hand. "Mr. Jiang, here's the hot milk you ordered."
The woman standing by the window turned around and said, "Thank you."
The midday sun was shining brightly, shining in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. As Jiang Lin walked, light and shadow slowly flowed across Wen Zhenni's profile.
Jiang Lin had turned the ID card on her chest over at some point and held it between her fingertips. The words "President's Office" flickered on it.
Amid the tapping sound of red-soled shoes, Jiang Lin returned to the sofa and sat down.
Wen Zhenni put down the tray and placed the cup handle in the most convenient position for her.
This detail is not deliberate, it seems to be a habit.
Jiang Lin's curious eyes swept across Wen Zhenni's face and looked at the snacks on the tray.
The black tea is bright red in color, and the Black Forest cake has a velvety luster.
"It looks like it will taste good," she said with a smile.
Wen Zhenni introduced it to her, "This Black Forest cake blends the sourness of cherries and the bitterness of chocolate, perfectly neutralizing the sweetness of the cream. If Ms. Jiang is still afraid of being too greasy, this cup of Ceylon black tea will be just the right amount to help."
"You seem to have a lot of ideas about cakes."
"Because I like food, I also learned a little bit about it."
Wen Zhenni is indeed very knowledgeable when it comes to food, and she believes that her comments will not deviate too much.
Jiang Lin brushed the hair scattered on her chest behind her shoulders and picked up the dessert spoon.
The tip pierced the chocolate crust of the cake, and the bright red juice gushed out.
Jiang Lin took a small piece and put it into her mouth, savoring it carefully. "It has just the right amount of sweetness, much like the cake shop on Madison Avenue in Manhattan."
She smiled and her long eyeliner curled up as she spoke, "That shop was recommended to me by your President Ci. He said the cakes there are suitable for Asian tastes."
The store she mentioned was also the one Wen Zhenni often visited.
But why does Ciheng care about cake shops? Doesn’t he like to eat cakes?
Wen Zhenni had some questions, but not many.
After serving the snacks, she picked up the tray and was about to leave when Jiang Lin's cell phone, which was placed on the coffee table, dinged and lit up.
Wen Zhenni glanced subconsciously and inadvertently saw the lock screen.
The background is a slightly blurry old photo, but it is not difficult to recognize the protagonist in it.
Even the simplest suit couldn't hide Tzu-Heng's increasingly sharp features in high school. The girl in the skirt beside him looked at the camera at the same time as him, her eyes smiling with admiration that didn't match her temperament.
She remembered that it was the podium of the KWHS Wharton Business Competition, where the seventeen-year-old Ciheng led the team to win the championship.
Wen Zhenni looked at Jiang Lin.
The sun was shining brightly outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the velvet sofa a rose-gray. Jiang Lin leaned forward, swiping on the screen of her mobile phone. Her curly hair slid down her neck, and her face gradually overlapped with the childish face in the old photo.
As the old photos disappeared from the screen, Wen Zhenni realized that she had been holding her breath.
The myth of the two top students circulating in the Tianhai No. 1 Middle School campus forum, and the partner mentioned many times together with Ciheng in the competition reports, is she actually it?
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The author has something to say: The feeling of playing solo every day is really sour [burst into tears]
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