Chapter 38 She Has Slightly Forgotten What "Like" Means
One of the responsibilities of the secretary's office is to organize the meetings that the chairman is to attend. Everyone in the secretary's office heard the conversation between Du Wanwan and Meng Qian.
Before his death, Du Jingyuan didn't take care of the company's affairs much, and the secretary's office had been stuffed with all kinds of people, but being stuffed in didn't mean they were just sitting there doing nothing.
As one of the people who was stuffed in, Xue Yuhan wanted to work hard to show herself. She was ready to make all kinds of moves from the moment she heard Meng Qian's words.
"Sister Shu, Sister Shu." Xue Yuhan took advantage of Dong Shuqing coming out to get her coffee and asked, "Boss Du is having dinner with someone tonight. Do you want us to prepare the clothes?"
Dong Shuqing didn't dare to make the decision on her own: "You need to ask Mr. Du for instructions on this."
The result of asking the chairman for instructions was...
Du Wanwan: "Clothes? No need."
Xue Yuhan wanted to argue: "But..."
He had just said two words when Pei Xingyao interrupted him: "Xiao Xue, President Du is not in good health. Don't waste his energy on such trivial matters."
Xue Yuhan was so angry that she didn't say anything at the time. She started complaining when she returned to the large office outside. In the afternoon, Pei Xingyao went out to ask Dong Shuqing for a document and heard her complaining angrily.
"Our CEO Du is truly pathetic! She's already been living off the land, never having truly enjoyed the life of a wealthy family, and now she's got Assistant Pei, a straight man! All he thinks about is work, work, work. Even male CEOs in other companies have wardrobes, but which senior executive in our company doesn't have clothing allowances? Other female executives dress up when they go out to eat, let alone a business dinner, even when they're meeting friends privately. But CEO Du has been wearing black and white ever since she came back. Last time she went to the Monsoon Hotel, I picked out the outfit for her."
"Stop talking." Another assistant to the board secretary, Wu Ruiya, whispered, "President Du is focused on his career and doesn't care about these things."
"Just because you're solely focused on your career doesn't mean you should live like an ascetic nun, right? Women... No, let's not talk about women, let's talk about people. What's wrong with people enjoying some pleasure? Men also like delicious food and wearing designer clothes. Boss Du is so beautiful, it would be a waste if she didn't dress up properly."
Li Ting, with his sharp eyes, had already spotted Pei Xingyao and hurriedly stopped him, saying, "Don't chat during work hours. Yuhan, where's the watch I want? Give it to me quickly."
Only then did Xue Yuhan shut up.
Pei Xingyao pretended not to hear, but couldn't help but retort a few words in his heart.
They simply didn't understand what kind of person Du Wanwan was! Du Wanwan didn't care about brand-name clothes or jewelry at all!
Du Wanwan was unaware of the covert sparring between her special assistant and her assistant secretary. She spent the day sipping herbal tea, working for half an hour and resting for two hours to finish the company's backlog. Pei Xingyao had already arranged for a driver to pick up Ye Shiqing and Yi Jiantai. Du Wanwan had her own driver, so when it was time to get off work, she went straight from the company.
Lingxi Food Restaurant is said to be one of the most famous private restaurants in Jiangcheng. It is located in the old city center of Jiangcheng. It has a quiet layout in the bustling city and is a three-story building that imitates ancient wooden styles. As soon as Du Wanwan arrived at the door, she heard Ye Shiqing's crisp voice behind her.
"Wanwan!"
Then Yi Jiantai whispered, "Call me President Du!"
Du Wanwan turned around and saw Yi Jiantai in a black suit. Ye Shiqing was wearing a light blue long-sleeved dress with a black V-neck sweater vest on the outside. She had her hair tied up in a bun and wore a pair of sparkling pearl earrings on her ears. She was holding a large bag that contained her notebook, looking very cute.
"Brother Yi, today's just a private occasion, it's okay." Du Wanwan asked, "Did you receive the personnel notice?"
"Got it." Yi Jian said in Taiwanese with a deep meaning, "I have received it all."
That was Xi Yimiao's story. After the Yi family incident, Yi Jiantai had already restrained his impulsive nature. Du Wanwan was very confident in his work, but there were some things she still needed to explain.
Pei Xingyao had already handed over the work to Lingxi Food Journal and was leading them upstairs. Du Wanwan instructed them as they walked, "G-light Entertainment will definitely not give up. If there's anything you can't handle, remember to ask Assistant Pei. The probation period is only six months, but fortunately, the script is ready. You should immediately set up a crew and find a reliable director to start filming. With Runjia Investment as a guarantee, it's entirely feasible to complete the production and start broadcasting the TV series within six months. I'm very confident in Shiqing's work. The results on the first day will be great, and I'll give it to you directly then..."
"Cough cough!" Before he could finish the rest of his words, he was interrupted by a cough.
Du Wanwan turned around and saw Meng Qian at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing an iron-gray shirt, a diamond-patterned vest, his sleeves half-rolled up, and well-fitting trousers that made his legs look long.
He walked up and said, "I went to the kitchen to watch them cook. I heard you guys arrived, and just as I walked out, I heard what you said. Wanwan, why are you talking about private matters with a young girl while you're discussing serious matters with Mr. Yi? You only care about the officials setting fires, but not the people lighting lamps?"
"I was wrong." Du Wanwan smiled and introduced, "Uncle Meng, this is Yi Jiantai, the general manager of Lingyun Media, a subsidiary of Runjia, and his discovered screenwriter, Miss Ye Shiqing. Brother Yi, Shiqing, this is Mr. Meng Qianmeng, a shareholder of Runjia and a good friend of my mother."
"Hello, Mr. Meng."
"Hello." Meng Qian shook hands with both of them, gave Du Wanwan a meaningful look, and said with a smile, "I thought Wanwan had brought someone over to let an elder like me review them. I didn't expect...haha...to find out they were such a perfect match!"
Ye Shiqing blushed immediately after being praised. Yi Jiantai went into the box while chatting and laughing with Meng Qian.
The private room Meng Qian booked was on the first floor, a pavilion-style pavilion. A wall of carved wooden doors opened, revealing a lotus pond beneath a beautiful reclining chair. It was early autumn, and the lotus blossoms had already faded, but the owner hadn't cleared the dead ones. Beyond the misty water, a clump of Xiangfei bamboo shaded an octagonal pavilion. Just as they entered the room, a light rain had begun. The withered lotus leaves listened to the rain, tears spilling onto the bamboo, creating a tranquil and tranquil atmosphere.
This kind of environment makes people lazy.
Her eyelids drooped slightly, and Pei Xingyao knew that she had been in the company all day and was a little tired, so he took the pillow and placed it on the armchair, saying softly: "Miss, Mr. Yi and I are here, you can rest."
His voice was very soft, but Yi Jiantai heard it.
This was originally the occasion to introduce Yi Jiantai. Although Yi Jiantai was introverted, he had originally decided to open a hotel and had the skills of a good dancer. Yi Jiantai immediately took over the topic with Pei Xingyao and, before the dishes were served, introduced Ye Shiqing's script to Meng Qian.
As soon as the computer was turned on, Pei Xingyao glanced at it inconspicuously, and then nodded slightly while pouring refreshing herbal tea for Du Wanwan.
This means that Ye Shiqing did bring the first version of the script.
So, what about Meng Qian?
Du Wanwan looked at him with a smile, only to see that Meng Qian's expression and eyes remained unchanged, with only admiration and amazement in his eyes.
Is she overthinking it?
Du Wanwan raised her hand and rubbed her temples.
As soon as she moved, Meng Qian threw the script down and said with concern, "Wanwan, are you tired? This Purple Frost Poria Cocos and Yam Porridge is very warming and nourishing. I'll have them serve it now. Jiantai, Miss Ye, I'm very satisfied with this script. You were chosen by Wanwan, and I have great trust in her vision."
Yi Jiantai knew what he meant and quickly closed his notebook. "Yes, there will be plenty of time later. Let's eat first. To be honest, I've been busy all day and I'm almost starving."
Meng Qian rang the bell and the waiter served the food immediately.
The hot and cold dishes, meat and vegetables, are properly matched. At first glance, they look like homely dishes, but in fact, they are all medicinal dishes made from the most natural spiritual plants, which makes people's appetites grow.
"Come, Wanwan, try their Purple Frost Poria Cocos and Chinese Yam Porridge." Meng Qian poured a bowl of porridge and placed it in front of Du Wanwan. He smiled and said, "The Purple Frost Poria Cocos grown on their farm is very warming and nourishing. It's very suitable for girls to eat, especially in autumn. It can prevent cold hands and feet in winter. Miss Ye, please try some too. However, since you have Prince Charming by your side, I won't interfere."
Yi Jiantai quickly served Ye Shiqing some medicinal porridge, and as he put it down, he joked, "Can't lose."
Everyone laughed at his words, except Pei Xingyao, who remained indifferent. He lowered his head, trying to find some food for Du Wanwan that she could eat. Unexpectedly, just as he picked up the serving chopsticks, Meng Qian said, "Assistant Pei, you've worked hard all day. Tonight is a rare opportunity to relax, so write down your responsibilities and have a good meal. As the elder, let me, as the elder, take care of Wanwan. I know exactly what a sick person can and cannot eat."
After saying that, he picked up the serving chopsticks and added a piece of duck meat to Du Wanwan, and said in a gentle voice: "Come, Wanwan, try their eight-treasure duck. Don't worry, it's all made with spiritual plants and medicinal herbs, your body can eat it."
Du Wanwan looked up and smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Meng."
This is etiquette, this is a polite smile. Pei Xingyao kept warning himself, but his heart felt like a thorn, making him sit still and feel uncomfortable.
But with so many people present, no one noticed his emotions. Meng Qian was still sighing to Du Wanwan, "This is just like yesterday. When I was young, I was just like Wanwan, weak and unable to eat anything. Your mother loved me the most. She was afraid that I wouldn't fit in, so she took me with her wherever she went. Others thought I was too squeamish. There was nothing we could do. Qingjia always called Lingxi Food and asked them to make something I could eat and send it over. Look, especially this Purple Frost Poria Cocos and Chinese Yam Porridge. Lingxi Food always has it on hand. If they're pressed for time and can't send any other dishes, they'll order it for me. Then they'll eat something delicious nearby, like barbecue or hot pot, while I drink the porridge."
Du Wanwan didn't think much of what he said, but Ye Shiqing listened with great interest, "Ms. Du is so gentle."
"Yeah, if she hadn't always taken me out to socialize, I might not have any friends now." Meng Qian's tone was filled with nostalgia. He poured himself a glass of wine and said warmly, "Their osmanthus wine is also specially made. The alcohol content is very low and it won't hurt your body. Wanwan, you can drink the bottom of the glass. Miss Ye can also try it. If you like it, ask them to bring you a bottle back."
He took a sip, his eyes filled with admiration. "Twenty years later, it still tastes the same. This osmanthus wine... was specially brewed by Lingxi Food Records at Qingjia's request. At the time, their boss was reluctant, saying such a light wine wouldn't sell. But Qingjia said, 'Don't worry, as long as you can make it, I'll buy it at any price. I guarantee you won't lose money.'"
He said a few words and took a sip of wine. By the time he finished speaking, the glass was empty.
Meng Qian seemed to have split his nostalgia in two: one half for Du Wanwan, who looked almost identical to Du Qingjia, and the other for Ye Shiqing, who was just as lively as Du Qingjia. Under the influence of his specially brewed osmanthus wine, he couldn't control himself and drank a few more glasses, barely able to contain the emotions he had been suppressing for twenty years. Unfortunately, he couldn't handle the alcohol; the more he drank, the more he talked, his eyes filled with nostalgia.
Du Wanwan didn't feel anything when she saw the look of nostalgia, but Pei Xingyao could hardly bear it anymore.
From the moment he became Du Wanwan's assistant, he was the one who understood her best and was the one she trusted the most. He was always the most special person around her, and no one had ever been closer to her than him.
Because he is her special assistant.
But now, Pei Xingyao realized that the special assistant's responsibilities and powers were so limited.
While others were able to use their elders' old friendship to get close to Du Wanwan, he could only watch from the sidelines. In everyone's eyes, his care and concern for Du Wanwan were just work and responsibilities that could be undone at any time.
Elders, friends... any kind of relationship and identity in social occasions are closer to her than the job of "special assistant" and have more power to care about her.
Pei Xingyao's heart felt heavy and cold, like a lead block. He wanted to interrupt Meng Qian several times, but then realized he didn't have the power to do so. When he was almost hurt by the worry, there was a sudden "dong" outside the door, and the sound of a guqin rang out.
Du Wanwan was sitting in the seat with the best view. She was actually very tired. Half of her mind was listening to Meng Qian's drunken talk, and the other half was watching the rain hitting the withered lotus leaves outside the pavilion, comforting herself with artificially created poetry.
Who knew someone would come to spoil the fun?
As if to spoil the mood, the man sighed and chanted as he played the zither: "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and scatter, the crows roost and are startled. I long for you, when will we meet again? It's embarrassing at this time and night."
After doing it once, I repeated it again!
From the voice and the manner, you know who it is without even thinking!
Du Wanwan's face immediately darkened, and she turned around and ordered, "Assistant Pei, go ask the owner what kind of things he put in there. Do you want me to blacklist his store in the future?"
Pei Xingyao just responded with a "yes" and was about to get up when someone poked their head out from the octagonal pavilion beside the pond. They parted the Xiangfei bamboo with one hand and sighed softly, "I'm really sick with lovesickness. I actually thought I heard your voice! Wanwan, ah... When will we meet again?"
"Assistant Pei." Du Wanwan immediately called Pei Xingyao over, propped herself up on the armchair with both hands, stood up, and said, "My mood has been ruined. I can't finish this meal. Uncle Meng, Brother Yi, Shiqing, I'm really sorry. I'll invite you to dinner at the Du family another day. I promise no one will disturb you."
Meng Qian's face wasn't looking too good either. A good meal was interrupted by the sound of the piano, and it also made the protagonist unhappy. How could he be happy?
"Wanwan, let me help you find out what's going on." He said as he was about to stand up, but he had drunk a little too much just now. He stood up, swayed twice, and sat down again.
"I……"
"Uncle Meng, please take care of yourself." Du Wanwan's expression eased a little. She pressed Meng Qian's shoulders and turned her head to say, "Brother Yi, Uncle Meng is drunk. Please help me take him home."
"Okay, don't worry." Yi Jiantai had just answered when the door of the box was opened.
Xi Yimiao was obviously drunk, holding a guqin in his arms. He looked at Du Wanwan with shining eyes and murmured, "It's really you..."
He seemed to have regained his sanity upon seeing Du Wanwan. He asked with some anticipation and a bit of boasting, "Mr. Du, did you hear the piano music just now? I didn't know you were here, but that piano music was for you."
"Wanwan, this is..." Ye Shiqing's eyes were full of surprise, and she suddenly felt a little romantic.
This ancient-style building, the artistic conception of rain hitting withered lotus leaves, the sound of the piano, and the poem just now, full of lovesickness.
Unfortunately, Du Wanwan didn't want to appreciate this poetic and picturesque scene at all. She nodded slightly to Yi Jiantai, indicating that Meng Qian would be left to him, and then walked forward without saying a word.
Xi Yimiao was standing at the door, having already arranged his poses and prepared all sorts of speeches, but he unexpectedly encountered a woman who didn't understand romance. The expression on her face was just "You disturbed my meal." She didn't even appreciate his piano music, his chance encounter, or his implicit yet passionate confession!
When she got in front of him, she looked up at him, her eyes clearly saying:
A good dog doesn't block the road.
Xi Yimiao instinctively took a step back, making way for the aisle. With just one step, Du Wanwan walked forward with her pretty boy assistant, not even looking back.
"...Du Wanwan!" Xi Yimiao couldn't help but chase after her, his tone almost exasperated. "Are you stupid? I finally managed to be romantic with you, and even Ye Shiqing, that already-attached woman, was moved to tears. Are you blind?"
Du Wanwan suddenly stopped and turned around.
Xi Yimiao was overjoyed, thinking she had finally understood. But the first thing she said was, "How do you know Ye Shiqing's identity? How much did you overhear? Xi Yimiao, I'll send a notice to President Yu tomorrow, telling him you've eavesdropped on other people's business secrets. You're unqualified, and I'm considering revoking your probationary status."
“……???” Xi Yimiao opened his eyes wide, suspecting that he had heard some fairy tale, and was speechless for a long time.
After a moment of hesitation, Du Wanwan walked away without looking back and went straight down the stairs.
"Du Wanwan!" Xi Yimiao chased after her, guqin in hand, and shouted angrily, "Are you truly clueless or are you just pretending to be ignorant? Did I join Runjia Investment just for that little bit of money?"
His voice attracted all the waiters and customers passing by. This was exactly the effect Xi Yimiao wanted. He confessed even louder and more passionately: "Du Wanwan, I did this for you! I fell in love with you at first sight. I joined Runjia to pursue you! I arranged this chance encounter and played this piano piece to pursue you! I..."
Before he could finish the rest of his words, the car stopped outside the door. Pei Xingyao bent down to open the door, and Du Wanwan got into the car without looking back.
"Check it out," Du Wanwan ordered as soon as she got in the car. "What's Xi Yimiao's background? Pay special attention to whether Xi Yimiao has suddenly changed recently. For example, did he know how to play the guqin before, but has he suddenly learned to play it recently?"
"Yes." Pei Xingyao responded subconsciously at first, then suddenly realized something was wrong and turned back abruptly.
Du Wanwan had already taken out her tablet and was about to continue looking at the documents. When she noticed him turning back, she looked up and asked, "What's up?"
Pei Xingyao looked at her steadily for a long time before shaking his head and saying, "No, it's okay."
But after answering, he did not turn around immediately, but abruptly asked: "Miss, do you think I am handsome?"
Old Zhang first narrowly stopped at a red light before giving him a surprised look. What was wrong with Assistant Pei? Wasn't his question too ambiguous?
But Du Wanwan thought about it, nodded and said, "It's okay, quite handsome."
The tone was normal and serious.
This is a true recognition of his appearance.
However, Pei Xingyao's heart slowly sank.
Too fast, Du Wanwan's emotions came too quickly and disappeared too quickly. Facing Xi Yimiao's actions, she was neither moved nor disgusted, but simply did not want to contact him, suspecting that Xi Yimiao's actions had ulterior motives.
Such calmness, such clarity, such... no emotional ups and downs.
He was too familiar with her like this. Wasn't she the swordsman from his previous life... who was emotionless and had no desires other than making money?
But the reincarnation he had worked so hard to obtain was so that she could enjoy everything happily, instead of... instead of continuing to be a tool to make money.
Beautiful clothes, luxurious jewelry, delicious food, beautiful scenery, handsome guys...
He didn't want her to indulge in pleasure. It was a good thing that she was sober and enterprising, but didn't she want to enjoy herself?
Does she still know what happiness is now?
"Miss." After a long while, Pei Xingyao asked again: "Xiao Xue wants to design some styling for you today. What style of clothes do you like?"
If someone else asked this question, Du Wanwan would have given a long list of official answers. But when facing Pei Xingyao, she was stunned by the question.
like……?
Du Wanwan fell into deep thought. She had almost forgotten what "like" meant. Around her, there was only "should", "suitable" and "in line with the arrangement".
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