Chapter 270 Don't Push Your Way
"So how does Mr. Tang plan to compensate me?"
Chu Ci held her in his arms, his chin gently rubbing against her soft head.
Tang Yutong then remembered the joke Chu Ci had made about "paying with flesh" and struggled to get out of his arms.
“I can’t cook.”
Tang Yutong said this with confidence, as if it was the most normal thing.
Chuci: ...
Chu Ci was speechless for a moment, his slender fingers unconsciously stroking the fabric around her waist:
"So what do you do when you're at home?"
"I usually have social engagements and rarely go home for dinner. Otherwise, I'll just go to my mom's house and eat. If I really don't feel like moving, I'll just make some instant noodles."
Tang Yutong counted on his fingers and suddenly realized that his survival skills were indeed pitifully poor.
Chu Ci held his forehead and sighed, then resignedly took out his phone:
"Shall we go out for dinner tonight? Or should I order food?"
Tang Yutong said without thinking: "Let's go out and eat!"
Yutong answered so quickly that she almost bit her tongue.
God knows what will happen if they continue to be alone. The passionate kiss just now has made her legs weak.
She hurriedly tried to get up from Chu Ci's legs, but was pulled back by the arm that suddenly tightened around her waist.
Tang Yutong was startled by the sudden pull and let out a soft cry. By the time she reacted, her fingertips had subconsciously grabbed the front of Chu Ci's shirt.
She widened her eyes in embarrassment.
“What are you doing!”
Chu Ci not only did not let go, but tightened his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him:
"I want to ask Mr. Tang, why did you suddenly want to escape?"
He lowered his head close to her red ear, with a smile in his voice.
"Didn't we agree to go out for dinner?"
Tang Yutong tried to remain calm, but couldn't hide the slight trembling in her voice.
She tried to use her fingertips to distance them, but the scent from him made her heart burn.
Chu Ci chuckled softly, and gently pinched her chin with his slender fingers:
"Why rush? It's still early..."
His eyes lingered on her lips, and his thumb gently stroked her slightly swollen lower lip. When his breath approached again, Tang Yutong turned her head away, and a dangerous light flashed in her narrowed almond eyes:
"Chu Ci"
Tang Yutong placed her fingertips on his chest and continued, word by word, "Don't push your luck."
Tang Yutong narrowed her eyes and looked at Chu Ci threateningly. Only then did he restrain himself a little and stopped kissing her.
Afterwards, Tang Yutong and Chu Ci went out for dinner.
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Sunlight streamed onto the desk through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Lu Yiran's slender fingers were flipping through a project plan.
When his eyes swept over the words "South City Project" on the document, his fingertips suddenly stopped.
When he saw the word "Nan", he subconsciously thought of Mu Nanyan. He hadn't seen her all day today and didn't know what she was doing now.
He subconsciously took out his phone and clicked on the chat box that was pinned to the top but rarely used.
Only then did he realize that the two of them had not chatted since they added each other on WeChat, and the WeChat chat history was still at the message of adding friends.
Lu Yiran was about to send a message to Mu Nanyan when he stopped because he suddenly didn't know what to send her...
The current relationship between him and Mu Nanyan doesn't seem suitable for sending messages to greet each other.
Lu Yiran deleted and revised the message, and finally sent it.
At this moment in the design studio, Mu Nanyan had just put down her paintbrush. She had already completed the first draft of the dress she designed for Shangguan Jiuze's sister. She was in a very good mood and her efficiency today was still very high.
"Buzz—"
The sound of the vibrating cell phone interrupted her thoughts. Mu Nanyan picked up the phone and saw that it was a message from Lu Yiran. Her eyelashes trembled slightly.
At first, Mu Nanyan thought she had seen it wrong. After all, she and Lu Yiran had known each other for such a long time, and this man, who had always been very frugal with words, had only sent messages to her a few times.
Could something have happened?
She hurriedly opened the dialog box, but was stunned when she saw the content.
[Are you going to pick up Chenchen this afternoon? I'll go with you.]
It was just a simple sentence, but it made her heart feel like it was being gripped by an invisible hand.
If she and Lu Yiran were still a couple, she would be happy to see this sentence, but now, everything has changed. What's the point of her and Lu Yiran going to pick up Chenchen together?
Mu Nanyan took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the screen with her fingertips:
[I'm working overtime today. If Mr. Lu wants to pick up Chenchen, please feel free to do so. Thank you for your help.]
After Mu Nanyan pressed the send button, she turned the phone upside down on the table as if all her strength had been drained away.
She turned and looked out the window. The city lights were just coming on in the twilight. Her figure was reflected in the glass, looking so lonely...
Mu Nanyan's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the design draft, and no one knew what was going on in her mind.
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In the office on the other side, Lu Yiran stared at the distant reply, his thumb hovering above the keyboard for a long time.
The text in the dialog box was typed and deleted, and finally only a blank space remained.
He locked the screen with a wry smile, the metal body reflecting his furrowed brow. Since when did he have to show his concern in the name of his children?
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunset dyed the clouds into a gradient of orange-red. Lu Yiran loosened his tight tie, but he couldn't untie the knot in his chest.
The pen stayed on the document for too long, leaving an ink stain, which was very similar to his confused mood at the moment.
Lu Yiran threw the pen on the table in annoyance, and the ink splashed on the document, leaving a glaring black spot.
Lu Yiran was really in no mood to continue working. He stood up suddenly and grabbed his suit jacket. The metal hook made a harsh sound as it scraped against the leather seat. Then he picked up the car keys on the desk and walked straight out of the president's office.
When he passed by Song Rui's workstation, he stopped and saw that Song Rui was busy checking the quarterly report and didn't even notice him approaching.
Lu Yiran tapped the wooden table twice with his fingers. Song Rui heard the noise and looked up. When he saw it was Lu Yiran, he was so shocked that he almost jumped up from his swivel chair.
"Mr. Lu, what are your instructions?"
Song Rui fumbled to adjust his glasses, his eyes wide open behind the lenses.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first. There are still some documents in the office that I haven't dealt with yet. Please help me deal with them."
Lu Yiran then pointed in the direction of the president's office. Song Rui nodded and said,
"Okay, Mr. Lu."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Lu Yiran patted Song Rui's shoulder and walked towards the elevator without looking back.
Song Rui looked at Lu Yiran's back as he left, and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. He remembered that he had no plans to go out this afternoon. Could it be that something happened to Mu Nanyan again?
Forget it. The two of them have finally managed to ease their relationship a little. Let him have more time to date. They can get married sooner and he can return to the capital sooner.
Thinking of this, Song Rui became full of energy and walked straight towards the president's office.
When he pushed open the office door, he saw two piles of documents clearly separated on the solid wooden desk, one higher and one lower. Seeing this, Song Rui couldn't help but think:
I didn't expect that Mr. Lu was so efficient in handling documents. He arrived at the company at noon and it was already two o'clock after the meeting. In just over an hour, he had handled so many documents.
Song Rui was thinking as he came to the desk. When he saw that the stack of documents Gao had was exactly the same as the ones he brought in, his heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling.
He opened the file without giving up, and then found that it had indeed not been touched at all... There was not even a trace of flipping through it, and it was as new as a blank sheet of paper...
Song Rui comforted himself: It's okay, at least I have dealt with some of it.
But when Song Rui's eyes fell on the processed documents, he saw that there were only two documents there, and in the middle of the two piles of documents there was an open document stained with suspicious ink.
"Is this what he said, that there are still some that have not been dealt with?"
When did Mr. Lu become so inefficient at handling tasks? Was his mind now completely consumed by pornographic material? Was he completely distracted from his work?
Song Rui stared at the pile of documents, his mouth twitching into a smile that was uglier than crying.
He wailed in his heart for the umpteenth time, wondering when he could live a carefree life like Mr. Lu.
I want a free life where I can sleep until I wake up naturally and leave whenever I want, instead of sitting in the office at two in the morning in front of the computer screen and getting panda eyes like now.
Song Rui had the thought of resigning countless times in his mind, but he could only think about it...
Finally, he resigned himself to his fate and walked out of the CEO's office with the documents in his arms. He couldn't treat the production team's donkey like this. He was really being treated like a Japanese...
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Lu Yiran originally wanted to drive to pick up Chenchen from school, but when he thought about the boy who didn't even call him before leaving in the morning and who was against him every day, he felt a tightness in his chest.
He had originally thought of relying on Chenchen to improve his relationship with Mu Nanyan, but in the current situation, it was good enough that Chenchen didn't go against him. This "leather jacket" was really a bit leaky and didn't keep him warm...
Lu Yiran has now realized that he can't rely on anyone else to pursue his wife. It's more reliable to rely on himself. He should find a way himself...
Lu Yiran is really a little anxious now. He has his rival Su Muyang in front of him and Cui Hao staring at him covetously from behind. Now there is also a brother-in-law who is very dissatisfied with him. He is under great pressure.
He felt that Mu Nanyan was at risk of being snatched away at any time. If he continued to be so slow and his wife was abducted by someone else, who would he turn to?
Lu Yiran sat in his Maybach, his slender fingers tapping unconsciously on the steering wheel, making a rhythmic "click" sound, like a casual tune.
As if he suddenly thought of something, his fingers paused, then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and made a call.
After the call was connected, he said straight to the point:
"Come out for a drink."
There was a hint of irritation in Lu Yiran's low voice.
"Hey, I called you several times before and you didn't come out. Why do you suddenly want to drink with us now?"
An Jiajun's teasing voice came from the other end of the phone. Lu Yiran was too lazy to pay attention to his teasing and said bluntly:
"Stop talking nonsense, are you coming or not?"
"Come, why not come."
“The same place.”
After Lu Yiran finished speaking, he hung up the phone, started the car, and drove out of the underground parking lot.
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Mu Nanyan lied to Lu Yiran and said that she was working overtime at night. She was afraid of the awkwardness when she met Lu Yiran when she returned home, so she simply worked overtime for an hour.
It was almost seven o'clock when she returned home. She changed into slippers at the entrance and walked into the house while shouting:
"Chenchen, I'm back."
However, the room was quiet and Chenchen's little figure was nowhere to be seen.
She walked straight to Chenchen's room and pushed open the door. The room was empty, even Chenchen's school bag was gone.
Mu Nanyan looked around the house and made sure that no one was home before she whispered:
"It's so late, where did Chenchen go?"
Mu Nanyan was not very worried. She thought that Chenchen was taken to the next door by Lu Yiran. After all, Lu Yiran said he would pick up Chenchen this afternoon.
Mu Nanyan went to the next door again. The doorbell rang for a long time, but no one answered until the voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out.
Mu Nanyan frowned subconsciously. Could it be that Lu Yiran took Chenchen out?
Mu Nanyan was a little worried, so she took out her cell phone and called Chenchen while walking home.
"Mommy~"
Chenchen's soft and sticky childish voice came from the other end of the phone, like a sweet toffee, instantly soothing Mu Nanyan's uneasiness.
"Chenchen, where have you and Uncle Lu been? Why haven't you come back yet so late?"
Mu Nanyan softened her voice and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.
"Ah? I'm not with him. I'm with my godfather."
Chenchen's voice was a bit nonchalant, and in the background came the crisp sound of Lego bricks colliding.
Mu Nanyan was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked:
"Didn't your Uncle Lu pick you up from school today?"
"I didn't even see him today. My godfather came to pick me up this afternoon, and I went back upstairs with him."
Mu Nanyan was even more puzzled. Didn't Lu Yiran say he was going to pick up Chenchen? Could something have delayed him?
Mu Nanyan did not hesitate too much, and then continued to say to Chenchen:
"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll make it for you."
"No need, Mommy, just come up when you come back. Godfather is already cooking and waiting for you."
Chenchen's attention was obviously still on the toys, and the sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near.
Before Mu Nanyan could answer, the sound of a spatula stirring food came from the other end of the phone, along with Cui Hao's gentle voice:
"Nan Yan, are you back?"
Mu Nanyan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and her fingertips unconsciously twisted the corner of her clothes:
"I just got back. I'm sorry to bother you taking care of Chenchen again today."
"You don't have to be so polite. Come up when you come back. I've already prepared the meal."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Nanyan sighed softly.
The elevator slowly rose, and her slightly tired figure was reflected on the metal wall.
Thinking of having to trouble Cui Hao again, she felt both grateful and guilty.
She had clearly been working overtime to avoid Lu Yiran, but ended up having Cui Hao take care of the children and cook at the same time.
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