Chapter 19
Perhaps because she was used to his mouth, Wen Zhenni didn't take it seriously at the time. It was only after she had a long phone conversation with Xi Miao that she suddenly realized it.
"He's really... I don't understand how he managed to make his business so big and strong."
On the other end of the phone, Xi Miao was almost dying of laughter. "He attacks indiscriminately. Is there anyone in the Ci family who hasn't been harmed by him?"
"Who says it isn't?"
Wen Zhenni chirped a few words and came out of the toilet cubicle.
There were two colleagues from other departments in front of the sink, washing their hands and gossiping in low voices.
"Mr. Jiang from Fang Sheng is here, and the heads of the engineering management department are all there."
When Wen Zhenni heard Jiang Lin's name, she fell silent. The person on the other end of the phone also shut up tacitly and put on the gossip radar.
"Again, she's taking this project too seriously."
"My sixth sense tells me she's not here for the project, she's here for the people. I heard she and President Ci were high school classmates and regular partners in international competitions. Now she's frequently making her presence felt under the guise of collaboration. What kind of thing is this... the real purpose is something else!"
"God, I'm not afraid that Mrs. Ci will find out."
"I don't know, but the resort project is under the full responsibility of the general manager of the business unit. President Ci rarely sees her."
The two wanted to continue gossiping, but several people came in to use the restroom, so they had no choice but to shut up and leave quickly.
"I've been eating the melon myself," Xi Miao gloated over the phone. "My love rival has even come to my doorstep. How does Madam Ci feel?"
The legs are on someone else's body, and she comes here under the name of business. Can you stop her?
What could Wen Zhenni think? "If nothing else, your vision is as good as mine."
Xi Miao scolded her, "I'm just reminding you, she's not someone you can easily get rid of."
Wen Zhenni replied, "You think I'm in the entertainment industry for nothing. I won't say any more. I'm going back to work."
After hanging up the phone, she let out a breath, pretended to look around, and strolled in the corridor, deliberately slowing down her pace when passing the conference room.
Unfortunately, the conference room was closed and nothing could be seen. Only swaying silhouettes could be seen through the frosted glass, and occasional noises could be heard.
She stretched her neck again and looked towards the president's office. Someone pushed the door open and came out. She was so scared that she covered her face and ran away.
Wen Zhenni returned to the office, and Li Wei followed in on high heels. She tapped her desk with her index finger and said, "From today on, you will be in charge of President Ci's office."
She casually threw down a notebook and said, "Take your time to read the daily work."
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. The layout of the CEO's office is arranged according to President Ci's habits. You'd better not move it on your own initiative."
Wen Zhenni opened the notebook and glanced through it. It was all miscellaneous tasks, such as serving tea and water, tidying up the desk, changing the water for the plants, ordering takeout, and assisting the president in receiving clients.
Lucy leaned over and took a look. "Li Wei, hasn't this always been your job?"
Li Wei snorted with a flat mouth, "Assistant Lu said that Qiao Qianqian will be in charge this month."
Before returning to her workstation, she glanced at Wen Zhenni's messy workstation with an expression of disbelief, "With her ability to take care of herself, I doubt it."
Wen Zhenni looked at Li Weizhenni's swaying back as she walked away, and complained quietly in her heart.
It's just a little messy and I don't like to clean up. How can I not be able to take care of myself?
"Qianqian, don't bother with her." Lucy whispered to comfort her, "This job is easy and it shows off. She's always been in charge, and now it's you who's taking over. She's bound to have some complaints."
"I know." Wen Zhenni waved her hand, "I didn't argue with her."
It was a temporary job, lasting only about a month at most. During her time there, all she had to do was to diligently play the role of a little assistant.
Wen Zhenni familiarized herself with the process chart, copied the key points onto a fluorescent sticky note, and stuck it under the display screen.
The work looked complicated, but in reality, it wasn't much. During her time there, she delivered documents to Ciheng, made tea, and helped with client reception.
But Zhou Ciheng was so busy that when she woke up in the morning, the seat next to her was already empty. She would only hear him go home after she fell asleep at night. At the company, he was rarely seen except during lunch break.
After all, it was the most critical time since he took over Taihua. Wen Zhenni tactfully did not disturb him and drove himself to and from get off work.
By Thursday, Ciheng finally had some free time. She had been looking forward to seeing him sooner, but when it was almost time to get off work, Ciheng sent her a WeChat message. It was very concise:
[I'm having dinner with an important overseas client tonight and will be home early.]
To say she wasn't disappointed would be a lie. Wen Zhenni quietly packed her things and prepared to go home as usual. But then the CEO's office issued a sudden order, notifying everyone to stay and work overtime, with overtime pay and bonuses.
This was a good reason to go home together. She quickly opened the dialog box and replied with a small sun emoticon that came with the system.
[You have to work overtime. I'll wait for you to come home in the office.]
The original start date of the resort project was Sunday, but the progress was not keeping up. The core departments had to work overtime, and the entire project team of the company was shrouded in an atmosphere of anxiety.
Wen Zhenni buried herself in piles of drawings and reports, checking data, coordinating communications... until the sky outside the window sank from dusk to night.
This class is so busy that it's almost dark and gloomy.
After saving and archiving the last document, the clock hands pointed to past nine o'clock.
After turning off the computer, Wen Zhenni rubbed her swollen eyes, stretched her waist and looked downstairs.
Outside the glass, the undulating buildings are like dormant monsters, silently devouring the traffic.
It was late, and her stomach was rumbling at the right moment. She clutched her stomach and whimpered fragilely, "I'm hungry."
Colleagues were packing up their things one after another and discussing their plans for the end of get off work in low voices.
Lucy also put on her bag and asked her, "Qianqian, do you want to go for a midnight snack together?"
Someone who is out for a social event doesn't know when he will be back, so it might be nice to go out for some midnight snack.
"OK."
She and Lucy walked downstairs hand in hand and turned into the beef noodle restaurant in the back alley in tacit understanding.
As soon as Ciheng finished the social event, he asked the driver to drive back to the headquarters.
I changed my route specifically to pick someone up, but the president's office was nowhere to be seen. There was only a ceiling light shining on the empty workstation, and the girl's desk looked like it had been looted.
His eyes swept over the scattered documents, snack packaging, uncapped pens and a computer covered with sticky notes, and his brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Even though I'm off work, I haven't cleaned up my workstation at all, just like I do at home.
He didn't even take care of his own little piece of land, but the old lady insisted on forcing him to be his assistant.
This is like hiring an assistant, but it’s like hiring a living ancestor!
He pressed his eyebrows, sent a message asking her where she was and went to pick her up.
After sending the message, I looked at the desktop and it was really an eyesore, so I started to clean it up almost instinctively.
He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he didn't even notice someone coming in.
"Boss Ci!" The employee who had returned was stunned at the door, his eyes as big as copper bells.
Shocked, horrified, and unbelievable.
She had just finished overtime and walked downstairs to remember that she had forgotten to take something, so she had to go back to the president's office. She never expected that when she came in, she would see the devil boss, who was seriously tidying up the desks for the employees.
The poor overtime worker had never seen such a scene before and was stuck at the door.
Ci Heng didn't feel the slightest bit of embarrassment after being caught, she just nodded and said, "Go home early after get off work."
"Okay, okay."
Although his tone was calm, his aura was so strong that people were scared and didn't dare to say a word.
Seeing the boss clean up the desk in an orderly manner and leave calmly, the breath caught in his throat finally relaxed, and then he rushed into the "88th Floor Intelligence Team" at the speed of an 800-meter sprint.
Shocking gossip: I came back to get something and ran into CEO Ci helping employees tidy up their workstations! Is this a sign of moral decline or a distortion of human nature?
Oh my god, President Ci is so down-to-earth. I always thought he was some kind of high-handed, uncaring workhorse.
[Hey, this is Qianqian's workstation, right?]
【Or maybe I'm too diligent.】
[Still too diligent +1. 】
[Lucy couldn't be telling the truth, Qiao Qianqian actually came in through the back door.]
@Lucy, tell me the truth, do you really know something?
Lucy, who was quietly lurking in the noodle shop, was suddenly called out and almost choked on a mouthful of soup.
Lucy: [I don’t know either.]
Although after the last barbecue stall incident, she probably had guessed that there was some connection between the two.
But without evidence, it is better not to talk nonsense.
Lu Sushi pretended to be stupid and said a few random words to get by, then raised his eyes and looked across at him cautiously.
A white mist rose from the soup made from beef bones, but the person who was slurping noodles was completely unaware of it.
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It was already late when they returned to Zijin Bay. Wen Zhenni had just finished her shower, her hair still wet, and she crawled into the silk quilt wrapped in her bathrobe.
"Working overtime is so tiring and exhausting." Her eyelids felt so heavy they were almost glued together. She didn't want to go to work anymore and was really going to give up!
Just when her consciousness was blurring, her waist suddenly tightened, and a force with a clear and steady breath held her tightly in his arms.
Ci Heng held her in his arms, rubbing the tips of her ears that had turned red from the moisture, "Dry your hair before going to bed. Don't catch a cold and infect me."
His fingers shuttled through the hair, and the strength was so comfortable that I didn't want to open my eyes.
Wen Zhenni lazily lifted her eyes and touched the watch on his wrist, which he had not yet taken off. "It's so late, I don't want to move."
"Help me." She begged softly.
Ci Heng loosened his arms, stood up, got a hair dryer, and pulled her out of the quilt. Seeing that she looked limp and unwilling to move, he had no choice but to let her lean against his arms.
"How do you take care of yourself out there, letting your assistant blow dry your hair?"
His fingertips stroked the roots of his hair, and when he lowered his head to speak, the heat from his lips brushed across the tip of his ear intentionally or unintentionally.
Wen Zhenni felt itchy and subconsciously blocked it. "I have my parents to rely on at home, and my husband to rely on after marriage, so I don't need to pretend to be strong anymore."
She will make excuses for herself by talking about laziness so confidently.
After drying her hair in a few strokes, when Ciheng went to put away the hair dryer, the screen of her mobile phone on the pillow lit up.
It's a voice call.
Wen Zhenni turned on the speaker directly, and Chengzi's excited voice exploded in the bedroom.
"Sister, that traditional Chinese style outfit you wore this weekend, 'Carp Playing in Lotus Shadows,' is a huge hit."
"The limited edition products are all sold out, and the imitation makeup products on the platform are also very popular. Now Nan Guo Ji's influence ranking has directly soared to the top."
Her ability to sell products has always been good, so the result was as expected.
Wen Zhenni calmly opened the small group of three people. Mingxia had just mentioned this matter and also expressed her willingness to treat her to a big meal.
She replied to Mingxia's message, her fingertips twirling around the ends of her hair, and casually asked Chengzi, "Did Sister Qin say anything recently?"
"Yes, Sister Qin asked me to supervise you reading the script. So, sister, how is the script going?"
Wen Zhenni: “…Uh!”
Could she say that she was too absorbed in work and forgot about it?
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The author has something to say: The word count was changed from 5,000 to 3,000. The total number of words is too many and the collections are too few. I am already anxious about the next list.
There is no hope of updating 5,000 words a day, so just hang on for now. [Poor]
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