Chapter 91 is a surprise, not a shock. I didn't laugh at you; I'm naturally a cheerful person. ...
Yang Qing felt that his situation was the most miserable; his wife asked him to keep it a secret, so he could only keep making excuses.
Mr. Wen asked him to coordinate a postponement of Monday morning's board meeting, but he said that Chairman Xu would be away on business starting Tuesday and wouldn't be back until next Monday. Mr. Wen directly requested a postponement.
When Mr. Wen asked him to coordinate the rescheduling of the signing of government investment projects, he pretended to ask a question and then replied that the government was unable to schedule the project.
Who knew that Mr. Wen would actually contact the government project manager himself, and through some kind of superb ventriloquism, actually managed to change it.
Yang Qing remained calm in the face of danger and immediately assigned him several tasks.
There was an unusual two-hour pause on Mr. Wen's end before he sent him a message: "[Everything as usual]" and instructed him to focus on resolving the "Mu Shuangqing contract termination" issue at Chaoxing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking everything was under control, but when he arrived at the airport early Monday morning to pick up Mr. Wen, he was nowhere to be seen. However, the plane was not delayed; in fact, it arrived half an hour early.
His messages always went unanswered, but given Mr. Wen's personality, it was impossible for him not to reply since there was Wi-Fi on the plane.
A bad feeling rose in Yang Qing's mind, and he immediately called Xiao Ao: "Has Wen Qi's work arrangement been changed?"
Xiao Ao responded almost immediately: "Um, brother, let me check, um..."
Still displaying his stammering, cowardly nature, Yang Qing directly exposed him: "President Wen went to Nancheng? All work on Monday has been postponed?"
“Yes, that’s right.” Xiao Ao wiped his sweat, checked the flight information, and added, “President Wen should have already landed.”
Landing, landing in the south of the city?
Haha, that's really true...
"Send me the flight information." Yang Qing closed his eyes, preparing to walk out of the VIP building. "Do you know that Madam has already returned to Beijing!"
“I know…” Xiao Ao’s voice clearly lacked confidence.
Yang Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You knew? You knew and you still let President Wen go to Nancheng? Can't you think things through before you do things?"
"President Wen arrived in Nancheng early yesterday morning, only to find his wife wasn't there, so he rushed back overnight." Xiao Ao said, sounding aggrieved. He was shocked and flustered by President Wen's calm tone last night. "Nobody told me. I didn't know my wife had returned to Beijing. How did you know, Brother Yang?"
“…” Yang Qing suddenly felt very tired. “President Wen went to Nancheng to find his wife, so you should confirm whether his wife is in Nancheng or not. You can find the film crew, Dani, the hotel, or me. There are many ways to confirm this.”
Yang Qing pressed his throbbing temples, then turned back after seeing the flight information sent by Xiao Ao. President Wen should be arriving soon.
"Madam wants to surprise Mr. Wen, not scare him, and certainly not let him waste his time. So as long as you call, Madam will definitely not hide anything from you."
Yang Qing's tone was calm, without any anger; he was simply giving instructions. Xiao Ao was inexperienced and not yet capable of handling many things independently, so Yang Qing didn't mean to blame him.
Xiao Ao responded sullenly, "Brother, I'll know next time."
He really didn't ask anything, his heart was only with President Wen, he was a great example of unconditional obedience, so President Wen couldn't be angry with him for making such a big mistake.
Yang Qing then promptly hung up the phone. He didn't have time to consider Xiao Ao's feelings; he needed to recheck his schedule, otherwise everything would fall apart.
When Yang Qing picked up Wen Qi, he had already verified everything and stepped forward to take the suitcase: "President Wen, I'm sorry, this was my dereliction of duty."
"It's none of your business, it's my problem." Wen Qi's voice was visibly tired, yet he still maintained his usual composure.
The coat was hanging on his arm, the hem of his shirt was already wrinkled beyond recognition, and even his usually meticulously styled hair had a few strands falling across his forehead.
Yang Qing noticed that the screen of the iPad in his hand was still lit up. She quickly glanced at it and saw that it was a recently completed project proposal. It seemed that President Wen hadn't had a moment's rest during the few hours on the plane.
"Mr. Wen, shall we go home now?"
"No need, go to the government to sign the contract first. I've already communicated with them. The regular meeting will be changed to a video conference in the car. You can coordinate it."
Yang Qing quickly took out his phone to send out a meeting notification.
"Mu Shuangqing's contract termination was handled very well. I will find someone to take over your work at Chaoxing as soon as possible."
After Yang Qing finished sending the notification, Wen Qi handed over the tablet. "I just finished planning the two projects you mentioned, the real estate and new energy projects. You will communicate with the planning department on my behalf for the next two days. I will participate online throughout the process."
"receive."
“There are also urgent matters that need to be handled offline this week, all of which have been moved to this afternoon…” Wen Qi raised his wrist to check the time, “before three o’clock.”
Yang Qing suddenly sensed that something was very wrong; as expected, President Wen never failed to make a shocking statement.
"Starting tomorrow, I'm taking my annual leave."
*
When her alarm rang at nine o'clock in the morning, Zhu Qingzhi groggily turned on her phone and, with sheer willpower, sent Wen Qi a message: "Have you landed yet?"
Wen Qi replied instantly: [I just landed and am going back to the company to handle some work. I won't be home until tonight.]
Zhu Qingzhi didn't think much of it and replied with "Okay~" before putting her phone away. She had no recollection of Wen Qi calling her last night.
Due to the pressure of work over the past few months, coupled with the pressure from public opinion, she has put a lot of psychological pressure on herself. Zhu Qingzhi has been really tired these past few days.
But for her, such pressure is usually easy to resolve, for example, by finding a new goal. This time, it's about celebrating Wen Qi's birthday.
By the time she was fully awake, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.
The weather in early spring was still chilly, but the afternoon sun was shining brightly. The new green leaves on the branches seemed to be playing with the birds, and dappled light and shadows were cast on the ground. Zhu Qingzhi propped her head up and watched for a long time.
This apartment is a bit far from the city center, making it livable but not suitable for commuting. This is also why Wen Qi chose to live in a large apartment near her company before getting married.
She had assumed he would move back while she was away, but he didn't. Everywhere she looked bore traces of his presence, especially the master bedroom.
It tastes like home.
A ripple appeared in Zhu Qingzhi's eyes. She closed the magazine that Wen Qi had only flipped through halfway on the bedside table, nimbly got out of bed, grabbed a coat, and went downstairs.
A few water droplets lingered on the flower arrangement on the table, reflecting shimmering halos in the afternoon sunlight. Zhu Qingzhi reached out and carefully straightened a few leaning lisianthus stems before picking up her keys and leaving to retrieve her gift.
Wen Qi has very low material desires and is very picky about his taste. His daily necessities are already perfect, leaving almost no room for improvisation. Zhu Qingzhi really couldn't think of anything to give him.
But Gu Qiao said that a man in love will carefully fold up even a tattered piece of cloth, and then stuff it into his suit breast pocket to flaunt in public.
Therefore, there's no need to pursue value or conform to his style and preferences. Anything that can be shown off or used to assert dominance will definitely suit his taste.
Thinking of how Wen Qi wore the cheap and rough silver ring she had made every day and treasured it like a precious gem, Zhu Qingzhi took Gu Qiao's statement as gospel and changed "a man in love" to "a person in love".
Let every trace of his life bear her mark.
Let's not even talk about daily necessities, that's already taken care of. Now we just need to start with him as a person, his clothes, shoes, accessories... She's involved in the entire online styling process, but just to be on the safe side, she still checks everything herself before she feels at ease.
After picking up the gifts and returning home, the ingredients for dinner had already been prepared and delivered by a special person. It was nearly three o'clock, and Zhu Qingzhi was preparing to cook dinner.
The recipe is very simple: three dishes and a soup. She had crammed on it yesterday and can now accurately use a food scale to grasp the nuances of "a little" and "appropriate amount".
There's only one problem: dealing with the fish. They're so lively and energetic, you can't slap them or kill them by hitting them; their vitality is so strong that you'd want to write a short essay about them.
When Wen Qi arrived home, Zhu Qingzhi was holding a kitchen knife, muttering to herself as she looked at the fish in the tank: "Zhu Qingzhi, you are now a cold-blooded and ruthless perverted killer, honing your skills by killing fish."
She wore a pink and white sweater dress over an adorable pink Kitty apron, and her casually tied bun was a little messy. You could see a red mark behind her ear, which she had gotten in a hurry.
Wen Qi leaned against the door frame, the fatigue from days of travel instantly dissipating when he came across this strange, funny, yet heartwarming scene.
He didn't make a sound to disturb them, but just watched quietly, his eyes filled with a tenderness that he himself didn't even realize was almost overflowing.
"Snap"
Zhu Qingzhi swiftly brought down her knife, and the fish leaped three feet high.
"Holy crap, a fish-themed Bashim?!" Zhu Qingzhi instinctively jumped back, watching as the fish landed on the ground with a "plop," still stubbornly thrashing about, its tail splashing water everywhere.
Holding the knife, she was momentarily at a loss, unsure of where to begin with the slippery "athlete" on the ground.
Just then, a low chuckle came from behind.
Zhu Qingzhi turned around in surprise and saw that the person who should have arrived home that evening was now standing at the kitchen door, with bloodshot eyes but a clear smile in them.
She exclaimed in surprise, her joy overflowing: "Why are you back so early?"
"Nothing much today." He walked over slowly, his voice still carrying a hint of amusement. "Looks like the 'assassin's' onboarding training isn't quite up to par."
Zhu Qingzhi's face instantly turned bright red, half from her earlier anxiety and half from her current embarrassment.
"It...it doesn't play by the rules!" she tried to save face, pointing at the fish still struggling on the ground, her tone tinged with grievance.
Wen Qi walked to her side, ignoring the fish, and naturally reached out to gently wipe the blush that had risen behind her ear due to her anxiety with his fingertips.
“Yes, it’s wrong.” He readily agreed, his tone so indulgent it was almost suffocating.
Then, he bent down, pulled out two sheets of kitchen paper to pad his hands, precisely pinched the gills, lifted the still-struggling "athlete," and put it back in the sink.
He took the knife from Zhu Qingzhi's hand, changed the angle, and tapped the fish's head lightly with the back of the knife. The fish, which had been jumping around just moments before, instantly quieted down.
The whole process was clean and efficient, taking only a few seconds.
Zhu Qingzhi watched in disbelief, but then she remembered that he had studied abroad, so it wasn't surprising.
Even a lazy person like her could figure out 108 ways to eat instant noodles and rice in just six months abroad, let alone Wen Qi.
His profile was serious and focused. A few drops of water splashed on the wisps of hair on his forehead, like tiny diamonds under the light, sparkling in his eyes and landing in his heart, leaving Zhu Qingzhi momentarily dazed.
At this moment, Zhu Qingzhi finally realized that this truly was a warm home that belonged to them both.
She took a step closer, tilted her head to look at him, and complimented him with a smile: "President Wen is indeed an all-rounder, I concede defeat."
“Mrs. Wen is not bad either.” His smile rekindled in his eyes. “At least… she has a lot of presence.”
Zhu Qingzhi playfully punched his arm lightly: "Don't laugh at me!"
Wen Qi placed the fish on the preparation plate, then slowly washed her hands, dried them, and naturally ruffled her hair, making her already messy bun even looser.
"I wasn't laughing at you, I'm just naturally cheerful."
Wow, really, I wouldn't dare listen to you say that!
Zhu Qingzhi chuckled dryly twice, then shoved Wen Qi out of the kitchen: "Don't interfere with my performance here!!"
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Author's Note: Qingzhi [resting her chin on her hand]: Heaven and Earth, may the spirits of heaven and earth grant our blessings.
Wen Qi [starry-eyed]: Vacation! I want a vacation!
Ah Mei [Let me see]: I also want a vacation!
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