NFBE Chapter 54: Is he going to carry her to the cold, hard desk?
Chapter 54: Is he going to carry her to the cold, hard desk?
Upon learning that President Pei was coming to inspect the company, the entire company, including the president's office, was thoroughly cleaned.
The dark wood desk is simply furnished with only a small standing bookshelf and a brand-new laptop. All documents involving the company's core secrets are carefully locked in a safe.
To ensure that information is not leaked, an advanced high-definition monitoring system was installed in the corner.
Pei Weijin's deliberately lowered voice, mixed with a slight breath, was a soft, ambiguous murmur, carrying a seductive quality that sparked the imagination.
Yan Zhuoyu couldn't help but respond in a low voice, the two of them seeming to be having an affair.
"Senior, what are you going to do to me? I don't want to be sidelined."
"In no mood?"
Pei Weijin chuckled, his tone casual and nonchalant. He suddenly grabbed Yan Zhuoyu's arm and easily pulled her up from the seat.
As dusk approached and the sunlight dimmed, every sound and movement was amplified in the deliberately created private environment.
Yan Zhuoyu's heart skipped a beat, and a flush rose to her cheeks. In the dappled twilight, her attention was completely captivated by those smiling, dark gray starry eyes, and over eight hundred different scenarios flashed through her mind.
Should we carry her to the cold, hard desk?
Yan Zhuoyu's romantic thoughts grew stronger and stronger, but after waiting for a long time, the man still didn't make a move.
The ignited emotions were completely extinguished when Pei Weijin handed her a thick stack of neatly piled documents on the table.
"If you don't want to, leave now. There are surveillance cameras in the office, and they are running 24 hours a day."
Yan Zhuoyu stood at attention, almost like a soldier: "Why didn't you say so earlier? You knew there were surveillance cameras, yet you still said those things to me!"
They flirt with you and then take no responsibility.
What a bastard.
"Miss Yan, please don't wrong me. You've just overinterpreted my words."
Pei Weijin sat in his high-end office chair and said calmly, "What I meant was, behave yourself. If the people in the monitoring room see you and me behaving intimately, your career might be in trouble."
The dark blue suit accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him a slender, upright figure. His long fingers lightly tapped the armrest, exuding a calm and collected demeanor that belied his superior status.
A suit is a man's best armor, Yan Zhuoyu affirmed this view once again in her heart.
Perhaps she, as Mrs. Pei, would have the opportunity to check up on things at the company?
Pei Weijin said in a calm tone, without any personal emotion, "Out of consideration for Miss Yan's reputation in the company, I suggest that you do not stay in my office for long, so as not to arouse unnecessary speculation from outsiders."
"Now I'd like to trouble the most commercially valuable rising star to help me pass these important documents on to the general manager."
Yan Zhuoyu hugged the large stack of folders in her arms and looked at the time display in the lower right corner of the computer.
“President Pei, it’s 5:10 p.m. now, and I’ve only been in this office for ten minutes.”
Pei Weijin raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.
Yan Zhuoyu placed the folder on the table, took out a tissue and carefully wiped away the blush that had smudged on her lips. Then she took out a small makeup mirror from her bag and unceremoniously handed it to Pei Weijin.
Pei Weijin cooperated perfectly as a temporary support, his deep eyes reflecting her graceful figure even more vividly than in the mirror.
She casually touched up her lipstick in front of the mirror, showing no respect whatsoever for the financial tycoon who dominated the business world in front of her.
Maple red, with its orange undertones, is extremely selective in terms of skin tone, but the beauty before me has skin as smooth as porcelain and striking features, so she can pull off any shade. The rich red appears exceptionally clear and alluring on her lips.
Pei Weijin stared at her thoughtfully. Perhaps he should ask someone to research some safe and edible lipsticks, which would also be good if they could be used for body painting.
After confirming that her makeup was exactly the same as before, Yan Zhuoyu picked up the pile of documents again, and only then did she have a chance to finish what she hadn't said before. Her expression was intriguing: "Perhaps if I go out now, they will still suspect that President Pei is just too fast."
She was just venting her frustration and getting a little revenge on the other person.
Pei Weijin smiled faintly: "Of course they can speculate as they please, but Miss Yan, who has experienced it firsthand, can no longer doubt it."
Yan Zhuoyu's hand was already on the doorknob. The man behind her stated the facts in a plain tone: "Miss Yan is right. I am indeed very fast, fast and long-lasting. You even begged me not long ago."
Pei Weijin mimicked her tone from back then, still savoring the moment: "Back then you said, 'Husband, no, slower...'"
His response was a loud slam of the door shut.
After the person left, Pei Weijin chuckled and shook his head, then operated on his laptop to delete the surveillance footage.
The CEO's office has a separate surveillance system and is not monitored in the main control room.
Pei Weijin leaned back in his office chair, staring at the screen, seemingly lost in thought. After a long while, he opened his phone and scrolled to his chat history with Fu Zhuchen.
Clicking the search link brought up a bunch of websites shared by Fu Zhuchen.
He didn't dwell on it, and clicked on the first website, intending to read through them all and study which plots Mrs. Pei would prefer.
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After leaving the office, although most people were dismissed by Secretary Meng, a few curious eyes still secretly watched Yan Zhuoyu.
When everyone saw her emerge from the office with an unfriendly expression, carrying a pile of documents, they all averted their gaze.
They were clearly overthinking it. President Pei is a well-known workaholic, practically a cold-blooded devil. How could he possibly engage in such underhanded tactics?
Presumably, in the face of such a ruthless capitalist, everyone is just a beast of burden to be driven.
The people in the corridor quickly dispersed, all afraid that they would be the next ones to be forced into this situation.
After delivering the documents, Yan Zhuoyu went to find her agent.
Qiao Xinyun was sitting on the sofa playing Candy Crush, scanning her body for any new marks, just like she was sweeping through mines, so as not to be photographed by paparazzi when she went out later.
After confirming that everything was correct, she laughed and said, "Oh, I thought you two would be talking until dawn."
She didn't even pass one level of the match-3 puzzle game.
Yan Zhuoyu shrugged; she did want to.
Qiao Xinyun put her phone away: "So where are we going now? Should I take you back to your apartment, or are you going to wait here and go home with someone?"
“Let’s go to the apartment first.” Yan Zhuoyu glanced at the time and decided, “It’s still early before dark. I’ve called a moving company. Although those stalkers who broke into the apartment earlier have been arrested, I still feel unsafe with the address exposed.”
Most importantly, she now feels more at home in the villa.
Qiao Xinyun readily gave an OK sign and quickly started the car: "Miss, please get in the car."
Yan Zhuoyu nodded seriously: "You did a good job. I'll give you a raise this month."
At 6 p.m., the moving company's truck arrived on time.
Accompanied by a worker, Yan Zhuoyu pressed the elevator button and prepared to go upstairs.
The residents of high-end apartments are mostly celebrities and wealthy individuals with sensitive identities. The apartments feature a single-level structure with one apartment per floor, ensuring a high degree of privacy.
With a "ding," the elevator came to a steady stop on the seventh floor.
The workers walked out of the elevator with smiles, and Yan Zhuoyu followed closely behind, but she saw a strange man standing in the corridor and stopped.
The man wore a simple white T-shirt, his figure was slightly thin, and his attire was very ordinary.
The workers smiled warmly and said, "Miss Yan, this must be the friend you called to help with the move."
Yan Zhuoyu stared at him warily: "I don't know him."
The man smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I'm a new resident upstairs and I'm not familiar with this place yet. I accidentally pressed the wrong floor and I'm waiting for the next elevator."