"Really, I can arrange for you to meet in a few days," Zhang Wanru said confidently.
Chen Xiaohe smiled slightly and replied, "There's no rush. I want to learn more about him before I meet him."
“A career-oriented young man like him must like to talk about his career. Tell me about his company, how much do you know about it?”
Zhang Wanru looked embarrassed: "Oh dear, I'm not interested in his company's affairs, we've never talked about it, and I don't know much about it."
Chen Xiaohe's face darkened, and he said seriously, "How can that be allowed! A qualified mother must understand her child's work."
"But... I don't understand the things he did, and I'm powerless to help him."
"That's easy, you might not understand but I do," Chen Xiaohe said, his eyes shining as he grasped Zhang Wanru's hand.
"When you have time, go to his company, copy the data from his computer and let me take a look. Once I understand it, I'll tell you."
"Huh?!" Zhang Wanru was surprised by Chen Xiaohe's request.
What alarmed her was not that Chen Xiaohe's behavior was tantamount to stealing trade secrets, but that she was worried that she would have little chance of accessing Lin An's computer.
"Isn't that a bad idea? Let him handle his own affairs; let's not interfere."
Zhang Wanru tried to persuade Chen Xiaohe to give up the idea.
As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Xiaohe's face turned cold: "Are you afraid I'll find out what your son is doing?"
"Wanru, from now on we're together, we're family. Your son is my son. Don't you think I know what my son is doing?"
Zhang Wanru felt that his tone was the same as when she asked to move in, carrying a strong sense of moral blackmail.
But she desperately wanted to be with Chen Xiaohe, so she had no choice but to agree to his request.
"Okay, I'll copy out Xiao An's company information and give it to you when I have the chance."
Chen Xiaohe couldn't hide his joy as he stroked the other person's cheek and said:
"Wanru, as long as you get the information, I'll let you move in."
Zhang Wanru happily threw herself into Chen Xiaohe's arms: "Xiaohe, don't worry, I will do my best as soon as possible."
"That's more like it, be good!"
In an instant, the atmosphere in the living room became ambiguous, and Zhang Wanru closed her eyes.
Her heart, with its stent, pounded wildly, and she eagerly awaited a tender kiss.
Seeing her lustful expression, Chen Xiaohe gritted his teeth, hesitated for nearly a minute, and then slowly spoke:
"Wanru, it's getting late, let me take you home."
Zhang Wanru's eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of man could remain unmoved by her presence? Wasn't this an insult to her? She said angrily:
"Xiao He, don't you have any attraction for me at all? Do you remember when we were in school, we would go into the woods together every week?"
Seeing that Zhang Wanru was getting anxious, Chen Xiaohe quickly coaxed her, "I remember, I remember, of course I remember."
“Before, the conditions didn’t allow it, but now you have such a big house, what are you waiting for?”
Chen Xiaohe was going crazy. What was he waiting for? Probably a small pill.
However, he couldn't tell Zhang Wanru this directly, so he took out a bottle of red wine and coaxed her to drink and chat until she fell asleep before he was able to get away.
The next morning, when Zhang Wanru woke up, the bedside was empty, except for a note that read:
"Wanru, I have something to do and I'm going out. Don't forget what you promised me."
She held the note, feeling somewhat disappointed.
Zhang Wanru couldn't sense Chen Xiaohe's love for her; it was as if he would abandon her if she couldn't get the information about Lin An Company for him.
But for some women, facing the fact that they are not loved is more painful than being killed.
The love of a wealthy, eligible bachelor is far more precious than that of a son.
Zhang Wanru was unwilling to delve into the other party's motives; she only wanted to complete her mission, move into the villa, and continue living the life of a wealthy woman.
Although she had some money, she couldn't afford to stay in five-star hotels all the time.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wanru quickly got up, washed up, and went out.
She found a restaurant called "Mom's Taste" and ordered braised pork and blanched bok choy, which she packed into the lunchbox she had prepared.
An hour later, Zhang Wanru appeared at the entrance of Xiao An's company carrying a lunchbox.
She was dressed impeccably today, feeling very good about herself. With a haughty tilt of her chin, she spoke to the receptionist in a commanding tone:
“I am your CEO’s mother. Take me in to see him.”
She felt that even if she couldn't control Lin An, she could easily control a few working-class people.
The previous receptionist became a live streamer last week, and the current receptionist is new. When they were handing over their duties, the senior receptionist left her a few sticky notes in case the new girl wouldn't remember some details. One of them read:
"No members of the Lin family or dogs allowed inside."
The note below this one reads: "Anyone named Zhang Wanru is even worse!!!!"
The receptionist glanced at the note and asked warily, "Excuse me, what is your name?"
The wealthy woman snorted. This young woman had some professionalism; she knew not to mistake one person for another. She said, enunciating each word clearly, "Zhang Wanru!"
It's as if they're talking about an extraordinary name.
Based on Zhang Wanru's years of experience watching television, she felt that everyone in the company should treat the president's mother with utmost respect.
She felt that as long as she said her name, the younger sister would be extremely respectful, bowing and greeting her, and then leading her to the president's office while keeping a low profile.
The receptionist couldn't help but sniff. Her job had always been to provide smiling service and warm greetings. This was the first time she had ever asked someone to leave, so she had no experience.
Zhang Wanru waited a few seconds, saw that the other person looked constipated, and said incredulously:
"What? You think I'm an imposter? Do you even know the rules? I'm the CEO's mother, you know that, right?"
The receptionist nodded: "I know, you're definitely not an imposter, and no one would impersonate you, so please leave."
"What did you say?"
"I said, please get out!" the younger sister shouted.
"Don't you understand me? I'll say it again, I'm Lin An's biological mother!"
Zhang Wanru shook the exquisite bag in her hand: "I'm here to deliver food to your CEO. If you let me out, your CEO won't be able to taste his mother's cooking."
“Young lady, you are too young to handle many things. If Lin An blames you, I’m afraid you’ll lose your job.”
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