Chapter 50 Liu Duanhe was not entirely unceremonious...
Liu Duanhe did not criticize them harshly for letting Wu Xingye, who should not have been allowed to come up, but after Secretary Wei asked him to leave, he crossed his hands on the table, looked sincerely into his eyes and said, "I don't want this to happen again, Secretary Wei."
His handsome face still wore a stunning smile, but Wei Mingheng felt a silent sense of oppression, a cold and ruthless gaze cultivated by the power of sitting in a high position for a long time, like a bloodthirsty shark that only cares about whether its prey can satisfy its hunger.
This was meant to make him understand clearly that Liu Duanhe was not joking, and past experience also told him that if he made another mistake, Liu Duanhe would not hesitate to make him leave his promising position with compensation.
President Liu had even hinted to him that he was expected to be assigned to a branch office to take charge in the second half of the year, but all of this was almost ruined.
He absolutely refused to believe that today's events were just a coincidence.
After making a serious promise, Wei Mingheng closed the door and left with a deep look in his eyes. He vowed to find the person who had tripped him up behind his back.
Even if Liu Duanhe didn't know at first, he could tell from Wei Mingheng's expression that this matter was probably not his fault, but as the head of the secretariat, he shouldn't make such a mistake.
After Feng Xingyun went upstairs, he could clearly feel that the atmosphere in the office was unusual today. Everyone seemed to be holding their breath, carefully avoiding making a loud noise.
"Knock knock".
Liu Duanhe looked up without any change in expression. A tickle rose in his throat, which he coughed to suppress, and said, "Come in."
Upon seeing Feng Xingyun's tall and imposing figure, his brows relaxed. It was clearly just a fake relationship based on exchanging conditions, yet he seemed to be indulging in it every day.
Feng Xingyun held a large bouquet of light pink Juliet roses in his arms, and a bag in his right hand. He said simply, "Finished work? Come and have dinner."
Liu Duanhe put down his pen, shut down his computer, and smiled slightly. "You're here very early today."
Feng Xingyun set out the food on the table in front of the sofa. The usually cold and aloof man looked quite virtuous. "I finished work early today. The old man didn't deliberately make things difficult for me."
Liu Duanhe didn't reply. Together they unpacked the food and arranged it, their sharp eyes fixed on Feng Xingyun's long, slender hands.
He took the large bouquet of Juliet roses, lowered his head and gently smelled them. "Thank you for the flowers, they are very beautiful."
Although he doesn't buy or grow flowers much, he still enjoys flowers like most people.
After having Secretary Wei bring in vases for flower arranging, he carefully considered their placement while saying to Feng Xingyun, "Sit down and join us."
Feng Xingyun, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, kept his back bent, seemingly not intending to eat with him. Liu Duanhe's eyes were getting tired from watching him.
Feng Xingyun obediently sat down and divided the food into two portions.
Liu Duanhe placed his portion in front of him and examined the appearance of the food.
Only after he picked up his chopsticks did Feng Xingyun ask, "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Liu Duanhe understood immediately, nodded with a smile, and deliberately said, "It's not bad, but it doesn't taste like your aunt's cooking, nor does it taste like a hotel's."
Feng Xingyun's lips curled slightly, and he said calmly, "I did it today."
Liu Duanhe blinked a few times, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and a sweet smile naturally flowed out. Her dark pupils were as deep and bright as silvery water droplets, hooking his gaze without wavering for even a moment.
He chuckled mischievously and said slowly, "Then I'll have to try it properly today."
Feng Xingyun rubbed his right fingers together a few times, then mumbled an "Mmm" under his breath. If he didn't hide his predatory gaze, he really wouldn't be able to resist pouncing on Liu Duanhe and rubbing him.
He felt a rare sense of tension. It seemed that even someone as aloof as him would overthink and feel uneasy in front of someone he liked. These unspeakable entanglements and tender feelings became sweet because of Liu Duanhe's presence.
Liu Duanhe picked up a few bites with his chopsticks and then laughed again.
His originally handsome and unattainable appearance became more affectionate and captivating because of this softened and tender emotion.
He didn't hold back his praise, saying, "If this is your first time cooking, then you really have a lot of talent."
Even though Feng Xingyun knew perfectly well that Liu Duanhe only liked him a little at most, he still felt immense satisfaction.
The sky, which had been overcast for a long time, finally darkened completely, and white snowflakes fell. From the high-rise buildings, the sky seemed almost within reach, and the snowflakes appeared even whiter and clearer.
Liu Duanhe looked away and put down his chopsticks. "Don't stare at me. You eat too."
Feng Xingyun then snapped out of his joy and pleasure. He touched the tip of his nose, and his handsome eyes now looked radiant, with less of a fierce look and a much gentler and more relaxed appearance.
He handed the wet wipes to Feng Xingyun first, saying, "Wipe your hands first. You look much better when you smile than when you have a cold face. How about you smile more often?"
Having seen himself many times before, Liu Duanhe had never thought anyone was good-looking. But today, he found Feng Xingyun pleasing to the eye. This was probably because he had witnessed firsthand how Feng Xingyun had changed from a spoiled young master who needed reminders about bathroom hygiene to someone who had even learned to cook. This transformation was truly astonishing.
Does liking and love really have such great magic? Liu Duanhe became more and more curious. He really wanted to know how far Feng Xingyun could go.
Children who rarely receive love are perhaps like this: they are curious because they have never seen it before, but most of them always tell themselves, both in their mouths and in their hearts, that they do not need love in order to cover up and disguise their strength and resilience.
But Liu Duanhe was very frank. He knew he wanted love, lots and lots of love. He always lived in the eyes of everyone. From birth, he was instilled with the idea of getting attention and approval from others.
These experiences brought him countless accolades, but they also kept him in a constant state of anxiety. However, they weren't without their benefits; at least he clearly recognized and acknowledged his longing for love.
Feng Xingyun was unmoved by his praise, only slightly curving his lips. No one could boast about their appearance in front of Liu Duanhe. Although he didn't know why Liu Duanhe had suddenly started to appreciate his looks, he was still grateful that his parents had given him a face that was at least presentable.
This kind of snowy winter was particularly suitable for Liu Duanhe. His handsome and refined face, amidst the snowflakes on the bright window behind him, exuded an indescribable sense of loneliness and desolation. Even though he was still smiling, his warm, gentle, and harmless temperament was like a thin sheet of paper, completely unable to conceal his icy nature, which was like a flower on a high mountain, leaving people feeling only a chilling cold.
Feng Xingyun trembled at the sight of the aloof, snow-capped mountain beneath that beautiful exterior. He could hardly contain his smile and finished the meal with pleasure.
Besides him, how many people can truly understand Liu Duanhe?
The thought of this once irritated him now excited him. Having seen through too many people, he had become accustomed to facing everyone with a sharp, arrogant, and cold attitude.
He had previously refused to admit Liu Duanhe's allure because, like everyone else, he was two-faced. But now, Feng Xingyun willingly admitted that he had fallen hopelessly in love with Liu Duanhe, like a moth drawn to a flame.
Liu Duanhe ate a little more than usual at this meal, and the drowsiness of midday had already filled his mind. He blinked, and his pupils were covered with moist light, sparkling with affection.
After showering in the lounge, Liu Duanhe coughed a few times, suspecting that he had been too tired these past few days and his body's resistance had decreased. He first picked up his phone, which he had already wiped clean with alcohol, and sent a message to Secretary Wei.
Soon, in less than ten minutes, there was a gentle knock on the lounge.
Liu Duanhe said wearily and coldly, "Go in."
Secretary Wei carefully placed the medicine and warm water on a tray, carried it in with both hands, and placed it on the table.
After taking the medicine, Liu Duanhe went to the bathroom to wash his hands, and said helplessly, "I hope I'll feel better immediately after taking the medicine."
He had previously shown his subordinates appropriate pressure and attention to the project, but in reality, he attached great importance to the Taicheng Manufacturing acquisition project. Whether it was his own competitive spirit or the attention from the outside world and his grandfather, it meant that failure was absolutely not an option.
His current illness undoubtedly affects his work efficiency, and he is unwilling to sacrifice his health for work. Once the illness is confirmed, Liu Duanhe will definitely put down at least 50% of his work to recuperate.
Secretary Wei rarely saw Liu Duanhe complain so casually, and immediately knew that he must be in a good mood. Thinking of Feng Xingyun, who had just left not long ago, he immediately connected the two.
He replied gently, "You exercise regularly, so you're not that prone to getting sick."
Liu Duanhe shook his head and dried his hands with a washcloth. "I hope so."
Perhaps sensing something was wrong, Liu Duanhe was more efficient and focused than usual when handling work in the afternoon, and he didn't get up until it was dark.
Feng Xingyun was already sitting on the sofa in the office, engrossed in reading a book.
Liu Duanhe rubbed his temples and asked, "Has Secretary Wei left?"
Before Feng Xingyun could answer, he had already dialed the internal line, and the phone was answered after only one ring.
Secretary Wei's clear voice came through the receiver, "Boss, I have already distributed the documents you processed."
Liu Duanhe had always been confident in his work ability. "Okay, is tomorrow's morning meeting arranged?"
It wasn't until seven o'clock that Liu Duanhe got off work. He got up and picked up his coat from the hanger. Feng Xingyun had come to Liu Duanhe's place to wait for him after get off work. He watched as Liu Duanhe was busy running around, so engrossed in his work that he almost forgot about him.
Feng Xingyun did not feel ignored; on the contrary, he deeply appreciated Liu Duanhe's charm in his work and became focused and devout.
It even made him wonder how there could be someone in this world who suited him so perfectly, making his heart flutter every moment.
Liu Duanhe has not been staying at the apartment near the school recently. For the convenience of work, he has been staying at the property closest to the company.
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