The CEO's office is located on the top floor of the Boyifang Building.
Chu Wuyang was stunned as soon as she entered the door.
The office break room was temporarily converted into a small banquet hall.
The long table was neatly arranged with exquisite and elaborate dishes, their aroma filling the air, and even the details were meticulously arranged.
Even the most discerning Michelin-starred chefs couldn't find a single fault with it.
"You..."
She raised an eyebrow at the impressive display before her.
"Isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"
Jing Min was sitting on one side of the sofa, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his pale and slender forearms.
He always dressed impeccably; the shirt he wore was custom-made with clean lines, perfectly highlighting his noble and aloof demeanor.
Even a simple act like ladling porridge exudes a captivating composure in his hands.
He looked up at her, his voice low and gentle.
"It's not an exaggeration, it's just the proper sense of ritual."
He spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and with a flick of his wrist, ladled the steaming seafood porridge into a white porcelain bowl.
He then got up, walked over to her, and placed the bowl on the round table in front of her.
"Sit down and eat while it's hot. I had someone start preparing it at seven in the morning."
Chu Wuyang stared at him for a second, then walked over and sat down, somewhat amused and exasperated.
"You didn't actually arrange for background music, did you?"
Jing Min didn't speak, looking at her with a half-smile, and after a moment said softly,
"If you like, I can have someone arrange it?"
Chu Wuyang: "Then let's not go through that. You don't mind the trouble."
Jingmin: "It's no trouble at all. It's been so long since we sat down and had a proper meal together."
Chu Wuyang took the bowl and softly retorted.
"It hasn't been that long. It's only been a few days."
Jing Min didn't respond, but simply pursed her lips and quietly looked at her.
A chilling silence lingered deep within his eyes.
Chu Wuyang felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze.
She lowered her head, pretending to focus on the porridge in her hands, but couldn't help speaking up and breaking the silence.
"I just went upstairs and saw that everyone in the secretary's office was very busy. Aren't you busy today?"
Am I holding you back?
"It won't cause any delays."
Jingmin's tone was as light as a breeze skimming across the water.
"I'm not busy."
Chu Wuyang turned her head to look at him suspiciously, her eyes clearly saying, "I don't believe you."
Jing Min didn't seem to care about her doubts. He simply reached out and ladled her a bowl of chicken soup, his tone gentle and natural.
"This chicken is good. I had the hotel stew it early this morning. Drink more."
At that very moment, the office doorbell rang.
Jing Min's brows furrowed almost visibly, and his expression suddenly turned cold for a moment.
Chu Wuyang noticed his displeasure and asked softly,
"What's wrong?"
"fine,"
Jing Min lowered his eyes, his voice soft.
"Let's eat lunch first during lunch break."
But the doorbell kept ringing stubbornly.
Like some kind of omen, a crack appeared in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere.
"Open the door first."
Chu Wuyang looked up at him.
"Maybe there really is some urgent matter."
Jing Min paused slightly, then reluctantly got up and walked towards the door.
As soon as the door opened, Yan Zhou stood outside, beads of sweat clearly visible on his forehead under the light.
He was holding a thick stack of documents.
"President Jing!"
His tone was hurried, clearly indicating he had rushed there.
"They're taking advantage of the situation to sell off; our energy sector, which we've locked at the daily limit down, hasn't been able to break through for the fourth hour today, and panic selling is seeping upwards from the secondary market,"
"We received news from Sunac that they are preparing to terminate the strategic cooperation for this quarter, and there have been fluctuations in cash flow,"
"...In the morning, some media outlets suddenly published negative interpretations about our insufficient financing capabilities,"
"Several high-ranking officials outside are waiting for your decision..."
Jingmin's eyes paused for a moment.
Only half a beat.
"knew."
Yan Zhou was taken aback—Huh? "I understand," that's it?
He thought these words were just a prelude, and that the next second would bring a barrage of orders and a flurry of plans.
But no,
There was no follow-up!
Jing Min didn't even let him into the office, he just stood calmly at the door.
"Aren't you going out yet?"
Yan Zhou hesitated for a moment, then carefully handed over the document, trying to remind him.
"President, this is urgently needed—"
Jing Min took the document, casually flipped through a couple of pages, and interrupted him indifferently.
"It's lunch break time now."
"We'll talk about work at the afternoon meeting."
The corridor outside was brightly lit, but Yan Zhou, standing at the door, felt as if he were on the edge of an impending storm.
He wanted to say something,
But they dared not question it, and simply nodded stiffly.
"yes."
The door closed slowly, shutting out the anxious commotion outside.
The office remained eerily quiet, the aroma of food wafting from the table, as if nothing had just happened.
Chu Wuyang's gaze fell on Jing Min, and at that moment she suddenly couldn't see through him.
His calmness was too much.
But then I thought about it again. He's always been emotionally stable at work; it's only when it involves her that he becomes emotionally unstable...
What are you standing there for?
Jingmin turned his head, his tone returning to normal.
"Eat it while it's hot, this chicken soup won't taste good when it gets cold."
"good"
Chu Wuyang lowered her head and scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup; wisps of steam rose from it.
He concealed the sudden flash of darkness in her eyes.
She agreed to have dinner with him, but only to test the waters.
Judging from the current situation, Jin Qilin's actions are progressing more smoothly than expected.
Just one more step...
The lunch was eerily quiet; the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks.
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