Chapter 52 The Aura of a Married Man
Mr. Cheng thanked him profusely: "Thank you very much, Mr. Zhuang. I will hand over all the cooperation materials to Assistant Tan after the meeting."
"Okay. The meeting continues."
In the quiet meeting room, only the sound of keyboards clicking could be heard, but everyone present understood one thing.
This Mrs. Zhuang, whom we've never met in the rumors, holds an extraordinary place in President Zhuang's heart, perhaps even more important than the entire Zhuang Group.
After the meeting, Tan Cong followed Zhuang Bieyan and reported on the afternoon's itinerary.
"The schedule after 5 p.m. is cancelled."
"But you have a multinational online meeting at 5:30, which is the annual report of the overseas branch."
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at the time, adjusted the time difference, and said, "Move the online meeting to noon."
Tan Cong: "...Yes."
After entering the office, Zhuang Bieyan turned around and glanced at Tan Cong, who seemed hesitant to speak. "Speak your mind."
Tan Cong quickly shook his head, "It's nothing."
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at him indifferently, "After you return from Malaysia, I'll triple your year-end bonus."
He added, "That car you were staring at last time has already been shipped over from England."
Tan Cong's eyes widened suddenly: "!!!"
He is a loyal motorcycle enthusiast. Last week, he just glanced at the models on the computer and was caught by Mr. Zhuang. He didn't even say a word at the time, but unexpectedly, he remembered them in just a few seconds!
The car was first launched in the UK, and he was thinking of finding a way to get a spot in the queue, but he didn't expect that President Zhuang would arrange it for him directly!
He's determined to take this shift!
He's definitely going to Malaysia!
We're going to Malaysia!
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang. You should get some rest. I'll go prepare for the online meeting."
Tan Cong could not hide his joy.
"Wait a minute." Zhuang Bieyan stopped him. "I'll send you a list. Buy all the items on it for me."
"OK."
After seeing the list sent to him, Tan Cong hesitated and looked up, "President Zhuang, are you sure this is it?"
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at him. "Is there a problem?"
"No, no, I'll take care of it right away."
The four-hour online meeting finally came to an end.
The black coffee in the cup was almost gone, and Zhuang Bieyan rubbed his temples.
"What time is it?"
Tan Cong glanced at the time, "5:05."
Zhuang Bieyan opened his eyes, his gaze instantly clearing. "Where did I put the things I asked you to buy?"
"They're all in the trunk of the car."
"Um."
Zhuang Bieyan agreed, put on his coat and walked out, saying, "Follow up on the follow-up matters, and leave me a message if anything happens."
Watching him hurriedly leave, Tan Cong couldn't help but ask, "President Zhuang, you left so early?"
Zhuang Bieyan paused, turned around and glanced at him, and Tan Cong inexplicably sensed a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Assistant Tan, you should probably start dating someone when you have time."
He spoke slowly, his words carrying a hint of superiority as a 'married man'.
Tan Cong: "..."
He took a deep breath.
He endures; he's a ninja!
For motorcycles...
Dusk was falling.
The Maybach slowly came to a stop in front of Heyuefang.
Zhuang Bieyan took out his phone and sent a message.
A moment later, the long-awaited white figure slowly appeared, followed by a little follower.
Zhuang Bieyan got out of the car, took the bag from her hand, and stood naturally beside her.
Si Yue, who had just been shouting in the store to see Zhuang Bieyan's attitude, suddenly fell silent and stood silently opposite the couple, accepting the stares of four people.
Si Yue looked at the two people standing in front of her, and her face turned red instantly when she met Zhuang Bieyan's seemingly gentle eyes.
She had volunteered to "check out" her senior, but when she actually faced him, she realized that she wasn't confident enough at all.
"Senior...Senior, I'll be going now. Goodbye. Goodbye, brother-in-law."
Si Yue stammered as she finished speaking, and before they could react, she quickly flagged down a taxi on the side of the road and jumped into the back seat.
Before closing the door, she glanced back and met Zhuang Bieyan's ambiguous smile. Startled, she quickly shrank back.
"Your junior sister is different from what you said?" Zhuang Bieyan withdrew his gaze and looked at Qu He with a smile.
"He was probably intimidated by your aura."
"Aura?" He chuckled. "You mean the aura of a married man?"
The soft laugh landed on Qu He's heart, causing a slight itch.
Zhuang Bieyan turned around and opened the passenger door, unable to hide her smile. "Please get in, Mrs. Zhuang."
The Maybach was driving on a familiar road.
Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, and seeing Baiyu Bay getting closer and closer, Qu He's heart kept racing.
Only when the car came to a steady stop downstairs and Zhuang Bieyan unbuckled his seatbelt did the lingering sense of unreality finally subside.
Zhuang Bieyan opened the trunk and took out a suitcase. As he took out more and more luggage, Qu He felt a pang in her heart.
Starting today, she will be living with Zhuang Bieyan.
"Do you...do you need any help?"
Zhuang Bieyan glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her flushed earlobes.
He took a few shopping bags out of the trunk, weighed them in his hands, and picked one out for her. "Then, could you please carry this bag for me, Madam?"
"Oh, okay." Qu He stepped forward and took the plastic bag from his hand.
Not heavy.
A very ordinary supermarket shopping bag.
Once inside the house, she finally knew what was in those bags.
Zhuang Bieyan put his suitcase in the living room, then opened his shopping bag and took things out one by one.
He calmly took out brown slippers and placed them next to her pink slippers, then put the toiletries on the bathroom shelf, and finally opened the suitcase and put the clothes into the walk-in closet.
Watching him methodically arrange his things, Qu He felt as if some animal was quietly marking its territory, relentlessly embedding its mark into her life little by little.
It's like a silent declaration.
After Zhuang Bieyan put the things away, he opened another bag and took out two identical mugs in different colors from the bottom of the bag.
"I heard that couples feel more connected when they use matching items."
He pushed the cup towards her, with a hint of uncertainty, "I don't know if you'll like it. If you're not comfortable with it, I'll put it away for now."
His voice was deep. Qu He looked at the pair of cups, then looked up at him, nodded, and then shook her head.
"Then I'll help you put your things away?" Zhuang Bieyan's eyes lit up, his tone carrying an almost imperceptible excitement, which he deliberately suppressed.
"Mmm," Qu He responded, taking the cup.
Should it be placed in the kitchen or the study?
The problem itself was irrelevant; what mattered was that he was behind her, his chest almost pressed against her back.
"The kitchen..."
"Okay." His voice was tinged with laughter.
After everything was put away, Qu He looked around the house.
Toothbrushes and slippers placed side by side, cups arranged in pairs in the cabinet, and extra men's shirts in the closet...
This little house now feels both familiar and strange, imbued with the atmosphere of Zhuang Bieyan, his traces are everywhere.
Strangely enough, she didn't feel disgusted at all; instead, she felt a sense of everyday life in it.
Just as she was thinking this, she felt Zhuang Bieyan's hand cover hers and gently envelop it.
Qu He looked down at their tightly clasped hands, then looked up at him.
They were very close now, their soft breaths brushing against her forehead.
Zhuang Bieyan's eyes were already beautiful, but now they seemed to possess a bewitching power, turning into a honey-sweet vortex that made people unconsciously sink into them.
The air gradually became scorching hot.
The distance between them continued to shrink, and his hand had already encircled her waist. Qu He's breathing became increasingly cautious, and she unconsciously swallowed.
She noticed that Zhuang Bieyan's gaze was fixed on her lips, his eyes deep and intense, as if carrying a restrained longing.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
Zhuang Bieyan closed his eyes, rested his chin on her shoulder, took a deep breath, a hint of annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he immediately returned to normal.
He reached out and ruffled her hair. "I'll go open the door..."
But as soon as he turned around, his hand was grabbed by the person behind him.
Qu He tugged at his sleeve. "I'll go open the door."
Although Zhuang Bieyan was puzzled, he still smiled and agreed, "Okay."
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