Shen Chu'an's subsequent office work was conducted under Fu Huaichen's watchful eye.
Having an office in the president's suite was great, not to mention the first-rate soundproofing and the fast internet speed, but also the computer was silky smooth, allowing one to immerse fully in work.
It was quite mysterious when one spoke of it; the whole office was abuzz with rumors about Shen Chu'an getting cozy with Secretary-General Qi, yet not a single soul gossiped about any inappropriate relationship with Fu Huaichen. Could it really be because of his "Ice-faced King of Hell" reputation?
Indeed, when Fu Huaichen was working seriously without showing any emotion, he did appear distant and unapproachable, with a stern expression that made people instinctively want to keep their distance.
Shen Chu'an secretly sighed to herself, wondering how she had ever dared to provoke this man, especially with a lingering dull pain in a certain hidden spot.
Although he had a face of abstinence, in reality, he seemed to never tire of grabbing her, wanting her morning, noon, and night.
Fu Huaichen's desk was not small, and Shen Chu'an moved a chair to sit opposite him. As she worked, the woman quietly bowed her head, her fair neck still bearing the ambiguous marks from before, yet her expression was utterly sincere. She looked like an obedient rabbit, which made him want to reach out and touch her.
"All done," the little rabbit looked up, her eyes shimmering like water, her flirtatious demeanor impossible to hide.
"Here's the translated contract. Take a look to see if there's anything that needs to be changed."
Ordinarily, Fu Huaichen would not have to review such work; Shen Chu'an should have shown it to her team leader first, submitted for approval, and only after the secretary-general had checked it would it finally land on his desk. But since she was right in front of him and the contract was already printed out, it wouldn't take much time for a quick look and perhaps a few pointers.
The fountain pen glided smoothly over the A4 paper. The content surprised and pleased Fu Huaichen, a highly educated man with years of study abroad.
From the speech at that conference to translating the contract, it was clear that his wife, arranged by elders to handle appearances, not only possessed stunning looks but also strong academic knowledge and professional skills!
It might be worth looking into further... Fu Huaichen's gaze grew intense.
Seeing him silent for a long time, Shen Chu'an's initial confidence turned into nervousness. She swallowed hard and asked, "How is it? Is it very bad?"
"No, it's excellent," Fu Huaichen casually pointed out two spots, corrected two grammatical errors, making the contract more precise, with not even a single letter needing change elsewhere.
"With your current level, you could completely take over as the leader of your team. I think that Zhang Zhen is not as good as you."
Shen Chu'an quickly protested, "Don't even say that. Just my sudden promotion to secretary has already stirred up office gossip. If I get promoted again, I would indeed become the company's number one public enemy!"
Her exaggeration made it seem grand; after all, the company had thousands of employees. However, it was likely that there would be no place for her in the secretarial pool or the translation department anymore.
"I was just saying," Fu Huaichen's voice was husky as he leaned closer to Shen Chu'an and whispered, "I don't want to give you too much work either, otherwise..."
The rest of his words were smothered by several low moans.
Time flew by, and it was soon the end of the working day. Shen Chu'an stretched lazily, her bones making a series of pops.
Looking at Fu Huaichen, he was still buried in his work.
"There's a video conference later. You should head home first. Oh, did you drive this morning? If you don't have a car, I'll have the driver take you home."
"No need, I rode the motorcycle from your garage. After being cooped up all day, you can't imagine how nice it feels to ride and feel the breeze!" Shen Chu'an picked up her bag with a flourish; "I'm off to enjoy the wind!"
Fu Huaichen nodded, huh, riding the motorcycle out, feeling the wind... wait, motorcycle?
The one from his garage!
He stood up abruptly, "You rode that silver motorcycle?"
Shen Chu'an's eyes widened slightly, "What's wrong?"
Fu Huaichen's usually icy demeanor showed a flash of complexity, as if he was about to say something but then swallowed his words, finally saying, "Nothing. It's just that bike… it's not very suitable for commuting. Use a different one tomorrow."
"Sure," Shen Chu'an agreed without hesitation, then suddenly realized with embarrassment, and stuck out her tongue, "Was that bike really expensive? A lot of people were staring at me when I was riding it."
How could they not stare? That was a handcrafted antique motorcycle made more than fifty years ago! Each piece of metal was painstakingly hammered into shape by a craftsman, a pure collector's item. Riding it outside was like drinking water from a Northern Song dynasty official kiln porcelain vase, or eating rice from a Chenghua doucai chicken cup.
Although Fu Huaichen hadn't said anything, his expression had said it all.
Shen Chu'an felt a wave of guilt and wondered whether she should call the butler and have someone come to pick up the bike.
As soon as she reached the garage, she was dumbfounded—the silver-gray motorcycle had been splashed with red paint! The seat was also sprayed with offensive slurs like "homewrecker" and "whore." Upon closer inspection, both tires were deflated, and the fuel tank was deeply dented.
Shen Chu'an's mind buzzed on the spot.
It was over! Fu Huaichen's motorcycle!
From his reaction earlier, he must have cherished this bike immensely, and here she was having ridden it out for just a day, and now it had been ruined like this!
How was she going to explain this to Fu Huaichen?
Shen Chu'an stood in front of the bike, stupefied for quite a while.
Chen Wenwen came over with a cardboard box in her arms, saw Shen Chu'an's devastated look, and a flicker of satisfaction passed her eyes as she said with a sneer,
"What do you call this? This is called karma. How did the bike turn out like this? Since you dare to do shameless things, you shouldn't be afraid to ride this back and let everyone have a good look. Don't think about getting into the service industry while wanting to build a landmark. The world can't let you have it all, can it?"
"Moreover, I'm really puzzled, since you've made it onto the list of rich suitors, why doesn't he buy you a better car? Is it because you think you're not worth much?"
After she said that, she opened the car door on her side and was about to leave.
Shen Chu'an grabbed her arm, "You did this, didn't you?"
Chen Wenwen struggled to shake free, failing to do so, her voice grew louder, "What nonsense are you talking about? Let go of me! There's surveillance in the parking lot, if you dare to touch me, I'll call the police right away."
Shen Chu'an held on tight, pinching her hand, "There's leftover paint on your fingers, and as you said, there's surveillance in the parking lot. Whether it was you or not, we'll know once we check the cameras!"
Chen Wenwen's face changed, and then she burst into laughter with derision,
"No need to check. I did it. What can you do about it? It's just a lousy bike." With that, she took out her wallet from the box, pulled out a stack of cash, and flung it at Shen Chu'an's face, with hundred-yuan notes fluttering down.
"I've paid you the money, now you can pick it up one by one."
Shen Chu'an shook her head with a cold chuckle, "That's not enough."
Even if she didn't know the value of the motorcycle, she was at least aware that a few thousand yuan wouldn't even cover the cost for the engine to make a sound.
Chen Wenwen opened her wallet again. She had just received her salary, half was in her card, half was in cash.
Her wallet was bulging, apparently containing about six or seven thousand yuan, and seeing her trying to take out more, Shen Chu'an stopped her, "No need to take out more, all of your savings combined wouldn't be enough to cover it."
"We might as well call the police and get a professional to estimate the price."
Shen Chu'an spoke indifferently, "I just don't understand, you said it yourself this morning, even a single bracelet of mine is worth over a hundred thousand. What makes you think I would drive a cheap bike like that to work?"
Chen Wenwen's face immediately turned pale.
When she received the compensation invoice, she nearly fainted.