Three days after the shocking reveal…
In order to avoid meeting with his grandparents and more importantly, with that wife of his, Jiang Zuoqing delved his whole being into work.
Focusing on every aspect of the company from top to bottom for the sake of calming his whirling emotions. The company is his sole oasis, the untainted soil that no one could stain, the perfect escape from reality.
From morning to night onto the very next day, the young president toiled to the point of even sleeping in his office each night.
Inadvertently creating another rumor that the newlyweds are in the midst of a cold war.
Employee N: "Hey, have you seen how fatigued our president is?"
Their poor handsome president despite his short stature could not hide the dominating aura he usually emits.
Employee L: "I saw, look at those deep dark bags under his usually piercing eyes! How pitiful! It must be due to our boss's new wife!"
Employee B: "His skin has lost the usual glow and even the way he walks dragged 0.5 seconds slower than how he usually travels!"
Employee H: "Our poor president! I wish I could give him comfort by embracing him tight in my arms!"
The buff male staff said while pretending to hug the air around him with a coy twist of the hips. Eyes closed and lips pucker as imagination runs wild to the point that he had already thought of the names for their fifth child!
"... …"
The rest of the group rolled their eyes at the man before scattering out of the break room.
Chattering of worried employees entered the ear of the cleaning lady as she lifted her gaze with slight confusion. Seeing that there is a spot left unclean on the floor, the hardworking cleaner swiped her mop over that area with ease.
Wiping that stain of coffee away with a proud expression before moving on to another area.
"... …"
Inside the president's office…
Clothes ironed to perfection, tie knotted to the right length, shoes polished with a faint shine. Jiang Zuoqing slicked his dark hair back as he readied himself for a new day of work.
Staring at the perfect reflection of the man in front, Jian Zuoqing revealed an arrogant smirk on his thin lips.
Skin a healthy hue from enough rest along eyes that blink with clarity and focus. Body brimming with enough energy to fight a cow!
There is not an inch on this man's face that spells of the words, [fatigue] nor [pitiful]!
"I'm just too handsome. How can a work of art like me exist in this world?"
The young president sighs in appreciation while running his fingers across his smooth chin.
Secretary Zhang: "... …"
The secretary who was about to knock on the bathroom door paused in his actions for a second. Round irises rolled in their sockets once before the intelligent man chose to retreat in quiet steps.
He walked towards the entrance of the office, halted, raised a hand to turn the knob, opened the door, then closed it again.
Pretending to have just entered at the same juncture Jiang Zuoqing exited from the bathroom chamber.
It might sound strange to some people as to why an office would have a built-in bedroom and bathroom. But alas, for the young president who takes work seriously, there are many days in which he has to stay behind for work.
Employees could leave on time; however, for him who own this large company, there is never an actual day's rest.
Or it might have been due to the fact that his mother and father had been pushing the idea of marriage. So much so that it's better to sleep inside the company than to go home where there is the possibility of his next arranged meeting taking place.
"Let's go."
Jiang Zuoqing straightened his suit while striding out of the chamber in a solemn expression.
Walking past the secretary whose expression seemed to contain an immense plethora of emotions.
Seeing this, the young man paused to stare at his trusty assistant in a split minute decision to express goodwill.
"Are you constipated perhaps?"
Secretary Zhang: "... …"
Lips twitching with the uncontrollable urge to slap the man. Assistant Zhang, with twenty-seven years of professionalism, held himself back.
Lips pressed and molded like clay before the sudden urge quelled enough to squeak out one word.
"Boss…"
"It's okay, I understand. Give me a summary of what the meeting would be about instead."
Unintentionally cutting off his assistant, Jiang Zuoqing stride towards the elevator while expressing his understanding.
Ah, constipation. Nothing too serious, everyone experiences it once in a while.
In fact, he also had trouble a week ago after eating too much spicy food. He spent- nevermind it's not important.
"... …"
Unable to inform his boss the news he was just informed of, secretary Zhang rolled his eyes. Releasing a helpless breath the man began to give a quick summary of what the meeting would be about.
Deciding to inform his boss after the meeting.
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"Very good." Jiang Zuoqing nodded his head in satisfaction as he stood up from the table.
"I expect good results with this project, I have high hopes for all of you. Dismissed"
Saying so, the young man was about to leave when a few employees began to swarm around the president.
"President Jiang, please take a look at this document."
"President Jiang, the materials of this project need your approval before purchase."
"President Jiang…"
"President Jiang…"
Numerous voices echoed in the hall as the group of people departed from the meeting room.
Handling everything with ease, the young president displayed an authoritative aura honed from years of experience. Documents and decisions were made seemingly in a few seconds or minutes.
But in truth, the gears in the man's head had turned through hundreds of possibilities and results in order to arrive at that one final decision.
"The price of these materials are two times more expensive than the normal market price. Either they lower the price or we find another company to partner with."
"There are a few mistakes on this document, fix these problems first before coming back for me to sign."
"This…"
".... …"
Traveling past the halls and down the elevator to arrive at the lobby.
Hurried steps pause with a start under the bewildered gaze of the workers around. Wondering why their busy president would halt so abrupt and in the middle of conversing no less.
Curious onlookers follow that line of sight to lock onto a certain figure mopping the marble floor distance away.
Jiang Zuoqing furrowed his brow as he stared at the polishing lady at the center of the lobby.
Despite the baggy yellow uniform and black face mask shown whenever a side profile is seen.
The young president could not help but feel that the silhouette of that worker looked strangely familiar.
Dark irises stare without moving as if trying to burn a hole through that person's body.
As if able to sense these terrifying intentions, the cleaning lady finally turned his way.
Revealed in Jiang Zuoqing's vision are a pair of bright pupils whose line of sight pierced towards his direction. Eyes glinting akin to a pair of unsheathed swords, there is only one person he knew that contains such a strong gaze.
Jiang Zuoqing: "...?!"
Yan Beiqing?!
Body working faster than what his mind could comprehend, the young man pushed aside the crowd. Dashing across the large lobby, the young president did not know what had come over him as he pulled the young woman out of the business building.
Running like a mad man without caring for his image.
Concurrently, his vehicle had just parked in front of the building entrance in preparation for his next meeting destination.
Even before the driver had the chance to greet and open the vehicle door for his boss. The first thing the driver saw was his boss, Jiang Zuoqing running out as if being chased by a mob.
Behind him is a cleaning lady being forced to follow behind with an impassioned look. The mop in hand flying after with splashes of grey water shining in the air.
The young man ignored the shocked driver, opened the door himself, shoved the woman in, then climbed inside.
Bang!
The door closed with a loud bang.
Awakening the driver from his reverie.
In an instant, a layer of sweat formed on the man's back as many scenarios ran through his mind.
From kidnapping to murder then separating the corpse and throwing them into the sewers. The driver had already imagined his end after helping his boss escape from the police!
Gasp!
The driver covered his mouth with the palm of his hands.
Heavens! His boss just kidnapped a cleaning lady!
"Drive!"
Jiang Zuoqing stuck his head out of the window with a fierce expression as he commanded the driver to get into the car.
"Yes! Right away!"
Under the frightened expression of the driver, the murderous look of their boss, the impassioned yawn of the cleaning lady.
The car drove away without pause.
Leaving behind the shocked secretary Zhang who came chasing after the duo only to be left behind.
Sweaty and out of breath, the trusty assistant stretched out a trembling arm while shouting in a breathless tone.
Secretary Zhang: "President Jiang! Boss! I need to go to the next meeting with you!!"