When Lin Shiwan arrived at work in the morning, she saw two receptionists huddled together looking at something, occasionally letting out exclamations and gasps of surprise.
They didn't even notice the sound of her high heels.
Lin Shiwan was a little unhappy. These two people had no professionalism at all. They didn't even know someone was coming, let alone do a good job of receiving them.
She walked over and asked with a smile, "What are you looking at? You seem so happy."
The two receptionists immediately stood up straight, glanced at each other, and complained to each other that the other hadn't noticed.
The two awkwardly greeted each other in unison, "Good afternoon, Manager Lin."
"We were looking at 'Popular Fashion' magazine."
This magazine, "Popular Fashion," was subscribed to by the company, but Lin Shiwan didn't like the clothes in it and rarely read it, treating it as reading material for the employees in their spare time.
It can also be considered a company benefit.
"Oh, this issue looks pretty good. Bring it to my office later, I'll take a look too."
After saying that, Lin Shiwan walked away, her high heels clicking away.
Leng Minghui went on a business trip a while ago and should be back around today. Lin Shiwan dressed up specially to give Leng Minghui a surprise.
"Popular Clothing" magazine was quickly brought in. Lin Shiwan didn't originally intend to look at it; her purpose was to give her employees a warning, much like a school teacher confiscating a student's belongings.
But when she saw the person on the cover, she was devastated.
Xia Zhaodi!
How is she still alive?
She even appeared on a magazine cover?
Could it be that she, like me, was also a time traveler?
But if she were a transmigrator, she should cling tightly to Leng Minghui's coattails.
Even if Leng Minghui wasn't the richest man, she should know that his current wealth was more than enough to make her a rich wife.
It was because she herself transmigrated that she triggered a series of butterfly effects, causing Xia Zhaodi's fate to change. Xia Zhaodi should be grateful to herself.
Thinking of this, Lin Shiwan's slight guilt towards Xia Zhaodi disappeared.
She took Leng Minghui away, but she also saved Xia Zhaodi's life.
Without her, Xia Zhaodi wouldn't even have survived, let alone live the life of a wealthy wife.
It can only be said that it was destined.
Her arrival redeemed both Leng Minghui and Xia Zhaodi; everything she has received is rightfully hers.
After mentally preparing herself, Lin Shiwan revealed a pitying smile, as if she really was Xia Zhaodi's savior.
She picked up the book "Popular Clothing" and looked at Xia Baozhu, who was wearing a light green floral dress. Her smile was like a cool breeze in the hot summer, refreshing and delightful.
Lin Shiwan paused in her flipping through the magazine. Xia Baozhu's confident and radiant smile made her feel heartbroken.
She looked down on Xia Zhaodi, finding fault with her for not finishing elementary school, being from the countryside, being unsophisticated, and being stubborn. What she disliked most was that Xia Zhaodi had been Leng Minghui's ex-wife.
If the ex-wife had an average appearance, it would be fine, but Xia Zhaodi's appearance is unforgettable.
Occasionally, she would find Leng Minghui staring blankly at an old object. Although Leng Minghui said he was thinking about something, her intuition told her that he was probably thinking about Xia Zhaodi.
This idea ignited a fire within Lin Shiwan.
Fortunately, when Leng Minghui returned, she had good news to tell him.
Thinking of this, Lin Shiwan tore off the magazine cover, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.
We just threw this magazine in too.
Leng Minghui arrived at the company in the afternoon. During his business trip to the north, he successfully bought two small and medium-sized state-owned enterprises and privatized them.
Changing one's surname to a private one is certainly not a simple matter; the handling of personnel is a major issue.
Leng Minghui adopted a competitive recruitment method, selecting workers through written tests, on-site operations, and interviews.
He then contacted foreign companies and introduced more advanced production lines.
After finishing these tasks, he finally had time to return to Shenzhen.
Shi Wan was in charge of the work in Shenzhen. Although she was very capable, Leng Minghui was still a little worried and declined several invitations before boarding the plane.
When he arrived at the company, he heard the good news that Lin Shiwan had brought him.
"Really?!" Leng Minghui exclaimed excitedly.
"Really, as you know, my periods have always been regular. But after you went on your business trip, my period didn't come, so I went to the hospital for a checkup. Here are the test results."
Lin Shiwan smiled and took a piece of paper out of her bag, handing it to Leng Minghui.
Leng Minghui took it and looked at the result first.
The word "early pregnancy" made his hands tremble. Then he looked at the date, which was exactly half a month after he left on a business trip.
He felt relieved.
"That's amazing! I'm having a baby!"
Leng Minghui grabbed Lin Shiwan, picked her up and spun her around twice, then hugged and kissed her repeatedly.
"Shiwan, having you is truly my blessing."
Lin Shiwan felt warm all over by Leng Minghui's genuine affection, and her face was filled with happiness.
Leng Minghui released Lin Shiwan, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Shiwan, you're pregnant, why are you still wearing high heels? Sit down and take them off!"
Leng Minghui carefully helped Lin Shiwan to a chair, as if she were a precious treasure.
"You absolutely must not wear high heels during pregnancy," Leng Minghui advised.
His mother, Wang Aixiang, told him about a woman in the factory who loved wearing high heels, even when she was pregnant. Everyone advised her not to wear them, but she wouldn't listen.
As a result, she lost her footing while going down the stairs and fell, losing the baby. She has not been able to get pregnant since.
The moment Leng Minghui saw Lin Shiwan's high heels, he immediately thought of what his mother had told him, and cold sweat broke out on his brow.
He took off Lin Shiwan's high heels and threw them into the trash can in a fit of anger.
"Huh? What's this?" Leng Minghui looked into the trash can, where a colorful piece of cardboard caught his attention.
Lin Shiwan's heart jumped. She wanted to call out to Leng Minghui, but it was too late.
Leng Minghui picked up the wad of colored paper, unfolded it, and saw Xia Baozhu smiling at him.
He crumpled the paper up again and threw it into the trash can.
Lin Shiwan, who had intended to explain, breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time felt somewhat smug, as she now carried far more weight than Xia Zhaodi.
What she hates, Leng Minghui won't like either.
"Xiao Wen, clean up the trash in the office," Leng Minghui called out from the doorway.
"Shiwan, do you have any other shoes here?"
"there is none left."
"Then I'll go buy you a pair." With that, Leng Minghui took the sofa cushions off and placed them under Lin Shiwan's feet. "The floor is cold, step on these."
Lin Shiwan was so moved that she almost cried, and insisted on kissing Leng Minghui before letting him leave.
After leaving the company with a bodyguard, Leng Minghui first went to the nearest bookstall and bought a copy of "Popular Fashion". After reading it, he put the magazine back on the bookstall.
After that, he went to the mall and bought five pairs of comfortable-looking flat shoes.
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