Chapter 25 025 Keen on poaching others.
It wasn't a gentle touch, but a kiss that was punishing and mixed with uncontrolled emotions.
He rarely expresses intimacy outside, let alone loses control.
The numbers on the elevator changed silently. Inside the cabin, there were only the sounds of interlaced breathing and the subtle sound of fabric rubbing against each other. These sounds were infinitely amplified in the quiet and enclosed cabin, striking at each other's senses.
Just when Wen Zhenni felt that she was about to be suffocated by the kiss, Ciheng stopped.
He pulled away a little, resting his forehead against hers, his breath still burning her lips.
The emotions surging in his eyes had not yet subsided, but there was an increase in confusion that he himself was not even aware of.
Wen Zhenni was even more confused. She wanted to say something, but opened her mouth and said nothing. She just twisted the hem of his shirt with her fingertips, causing it to wrinkle.
Looking at her cheeks that were red from lack of oxygen, he gently rubbed the corners of her eyes with his thumbs, "Didn't you say you missed me? Now I'm responding to you in person."
Wen Zhenni's mind went blank and she just nodded blankly, completely unaware of what he said.
Ciheng didn't look at her again, but held her wrist tightly, staring at the decreasing numbers until the elevator "dinged" and stopped smoothly in the basement parking lot.
Wen Zhenni was led by him in a daze and sat in the passenger seat.
"Why don't you go home after get off work?"
The low voice was chilling, and it startled her so much that her back stiffened.
We've already kissed each other, why is there still a revenge afterward?
"Um..." she stammered.
"What do you mean?" Ciheng stared at the back of her hairy head, unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt, and looked like he was waiting to see how she was going to weave it.
What else could Wen Zhenni say? She would of course put the blame on work. "I had a meeting this afternoon, and I didn't finish my work, so I stayed to work overtime."
"Really?" Ci Heng's tone was calm. "It seems we need to re-evaluate the workload of the President's Office."
Wen Zhenni was skeptical, "Are you serious?"
He didn't answer immediately, but gently pulled her into his arms and lowered his head to rub the top of her head.
Wen Zhenni stretched out her fingertips and poked his chest, "Then I'll give President Ci a chance and consider whether to let him go."
This title always carries a certain official distance, but at this moment it is tinged with an indescribable provocation.
Ciheng pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head completely to meet his gaze.
"I'll collect a deposit tonight and then consider the feasibility."
The low and hoarse voice rubbed her heart, and as the last word fell, his kiss passed across the corner of her eye.
Inside the sealed compartment, the temperature rose sharply, and the air instantly became thin, yet inexplicably sticky...
Fortunately, it was the weekend and she didn't have to get up early for work. Wen Zhenni slept in peacefully and got up slowly at noon.
Ciheng went to the company to work overtime. After lunch, she went home to visit her elderly father, and then returned to Zhangyuan to spend her last relaxing weekend.
On Monday morning, Wen Zhenni finished cleaning the president's office as usual.
I had just returned to my workstation, opened the mini program and ordered a bouquet of pink lilies, and Li Wei walked in on time.
"President Ci has a meeting at 11 o'clock, and there's a CXO performance review meeting at 3 o'clock. Qianqian, remember to prepare the conference room and debug the projector to avoid any technical errors."
She tapped lightly on the edge of Wen Zhenni's desk and emphasized, "There's also a PowerPoint presentation for the board meeting. It's going to be used tomorrow. You'd better finish a draft before leaving get off work and send it to me for review."
After finishing the explanation, he neatly took away the document waiting to be signed from Wen Zhenni's hand and turned to leave.
Wen Zhenni was twisting the corner of the document page when the sound of high heels came from the corridor outside, coming from far away and finally stopping at the door.
She thought it was a colleague from another department who came to check the information. Without even looking up, she heard a familiar voice ringing in her ears:
"Good afternoon, everyone."
Wen Zhenni stopped flipping through the documents and turned her head to look.
Jiang Lin walked in calmly. Her dark grey suit skirt was well-tailored, making her look tall and straight and her temperament capable.
"Boss Jiang!"
Lucy stood up and greeted Jiang Lin, "Boss Jiang, is there anything we can do for you?"
Jiang Lin stopped by Wen Zhenni's workstation and said, "I came here today to discuss the design for the observation tower. I'm sorry to have troubled you all for so long, so I brought you some small gifts."
The assistant who came with her was holding two packaging bags. "These are the desserts that President Jiang bought for everyone."
The bag had a striking logo printed on it, and someone recognized it immediately, "Royal Cake from Nanmen, this is not cheap."
Jiang Lin's eyes swept across the crowd, lingering on Wen Zhenni's face for a moment. Her tone was filled with unfamiliar intimacy, "It's just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you don't mind."
She gestured to her assistant, "Distribute it to everyone."
"Let me help."
Lucy came over to help the assistant, and the two of them worked together to distribute the small cakes in the paper box to everyone in the president's office.
The aroma of cream and fruit filled the air. My colleagues held the cakes, put on flattered smiles on their faces, and thanked me repeatedly.
"Mr. Jiang is so polite!"
"Thank you Mr. Jiang for the cake! It's delicious."
Jiang Lin nodded and smiled, "As long as you like it."
As she left with her assistant, her eyes swept over Wen Zhenni again.
The lively atmosphere in the office gradually dissipated until the sound of high heels disappeared in the corridor.
The whispers of colleagues drifted over along with the aroma of cake.
"What do you mean, suddenly buying us such an expensive cake?"
"Who knows? No merit, no reward. I won't gossip anymore."
"Hey, did you see that? She has a box of cake in her hand. Guess who it's for?"
Who else can it be given to? Isn’t it obvious?
"Qianqian, this one's for you." Lucy handed over a box of cake and shook her head, sighing, "This cake shop is really not cheap."
The brand positioning of Royal Cake is for high-end people, and the cake that Jiang Lin gave is from the most expensive series.
Wen Zhenni looked down at the small cake decorated with various fresh fruits, took a photo and sent it to Xi Miao:
[The goddess from Tianhai No. 1 Middle School bought cakes for everyone in our CEO office.]
Xi Miao replied with a gloating expression: [It's a cake that wins people's hearts, just decide whether to eat it or not.]
Wen Zhenni: [Eat it! It's 269 each. It would be such a waste if you don't eat it.]
She pierced the cake hard with the tip of a fork, and the caramel shell on the surface cracked, and crispy cream flowed out.
As expected of a three-digit cake, it is top-notch in both appearance and taste.
It's really interesting. How can a successful woman who has everything she wants be so keen on poaching other people's men?
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After Jiang Lin came out of the president's office, she sent her assistant away, carried the box of carefully wrapped cake, and pushed the door open.
"Ah Heng, I brought apple pie, let's eat together."
Ciheng stood in front of the desk, supporting herself on the edge with both hands, and looked at the bone china vase in front of her.
He looked at a bunch of pink lilies in a vase very seriously. The light coming in from the window made his usually cold outline look extra gentle.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, he turned around and calmly met Jiang Lin's gaze.
The tenderness from just now disappeared, as if it was just her illusion.
Jiang Lin placed the cake box on the desk. "It's sweet and sour, not greasy."
"Thank you." Ciheng thanked him without looking at the box of apple pie.
He put on the last cufflink and looked at the schedule on the tablet. "I have a short internal meeting. You can rest in the reception room next door at noon."
The order to expel the guest was issued in a very tactful way.
Jiang Lin silently curled her fingers.
In high school, as his regular partner who often participated in competitions, although he always maintained social distance from others, at least we could still feel the tacit understanding based on a common goal.
But ever since she had tried to test him half-heartedly at the dinner party last time while drunk, his avoidance had become clear and cold.
A hint of bitterness crept into her heart, and Jiang Lin forced a decent smile. "Okay, then you go ahead and get busy."
She turned to leave, but suddenly remembered something and paused. She asked casually, "By the way, the class monitor and the others have set a date for the class reunion. It's this Saturday night. Are you going?"
"Well, Ms. Wen asked a few times, and I promised her I would be there."
Ciheng answered her question, walked around the large desk, opened the door, and saw Wen Zhenni standing outside the door holding documents, one hand hanging in the air, still knocking on the door.
The hard expression on his face relaxed, and a softness came into his voice. "What are you standing there for? Why don't you come in?"
Wen Zhenni suppressed her gossipy expression, straightened her face, and handed over the folder in her hand, "Boss Ci, the meeting room is ready. Also, here is a document that needs your review and signature."
"Well, put it on the table first. I'll come back and take a look after the meeting."
He looked at his watch and added, "The meeting will end around two o'clock."
Is this... reporting your itinerary?
"Okay, Mr. Ci."
Wen Zhenni put on a smile and respectfully saw the boss off.
The posture and expression were so skillful that he looked like a qualified worker.
Jiang Lin in the office showed no intention of leaving.
Wen Zhenni maintained her smile, "Mr. Jiang, do you plan to wait for Mr. Ci to come back?"
Jiang Lin didn't answer. She leaned on the edge of the desk, crossed her arms, and looked at Wen Zhenni from head to toe without any hesitation.
The scrutiny in that gaze was hard to ignore.
After a moment, Jiang Lin spoke slowly, "I heard that you are the one who cleans President Ci's office."
Wen Zhenni didn't expect that she would even inquire about such trivial matters.
She met his gaze openly and said, "Indeed, I am in charge."
She was frank and natural, which made Jiang Lin seem a little guilty.
To hide her momentary defeat, Jiang Lin turned her gaze to the bouquet of pink lilies, "When did Ah Heng start liking this petty thing?"
She held up a petal with a look of disdain, "I remember he didn't like flowers, and he never allowed any flowers or plants in the office."
It sounds like it's talking about flowers, but it's not just about flowers.
Wen Zhenni could tell there was something else behind Jiang Lin's words.
She deliberately opened her eyes wide, pretending to be innocent, and asked Jiang Lin with a smile, "Did President Ci tell President Jiang personally that he doesn't like flowers?"
The light-hearted rhetorical question choked Jiang Lin.
The expression on Jiang Lin's face froze.
But the pride in her bones does not allow her to show weakness at any time.
She raised her chin slightly. "We were in the same class for three years in high school, and we were also regular partners in competitions. Naturally, I know his habits and preferences much better than others."
She emphasized that they were partners, proving what she believed to be a special past between herself and Ciheng.
"Oh, it turns out that President Jiang and our President Ci are classmates."
I thought you were his wife.
Wen Zhenni grumbled quietly in her heart, tilting her head. But when she opened her mouth, her expression was incompatible with her smile. "Since I took charge of the CEO's office, I haven't received any feedback. President Ci hasn't expressed any dissatisfaction. Does that mean he doesn't dislike it?"
"Besides, people change. What you didn't like before might be something you like later."
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