Ch. 201 - Good News! She's Super in Love!
Secretary Zhao felt that today was a "good" day, because the situation was so awkward it made her toes curl so hard she could have dug a new villa out of the floor.
Just now, through the car window, she had witnessed CEO Wen’s "official statement."
That statement being that she was drunk, which served as the perfect excuse to lean softly against Lu Xing’s shoulder.
But unfortunately for the act, Secretary Zhao had happened to look over Lu Xing’s shoulder and met CEO Wen’s gaze.
She would swear on her years of experience as a professional office worker.
Specifically, her years spent mastering the art of slacking while observing if the boss was coming!
CEO Wen’s eyes were so clear that she could have powered through another three all-nighters on the project!
'Good, good, good.'
So, she is fishing for him, is she?
Secretary Zhao was suddenly enlightened!
She had previously thought that CEO Wen’s dismissal of Lu Xing was because she was tired of him.
But now it seemed the opposite.
She was head over heels in love!
Although she did not know why CEO Wen would choose not to renew the contract after it ended.
Secretary Zhao now felt that it was time for her to go and read a few romance novels overnight.
A president who does not recognize her own love and a thoughtful, handsome, gentle little dandy.
It felt like the standard setup for a "crematorium" plot.
(TL: A romance trope where a lead treats a lover poorly, they break up, and the lead has to suffer immensely to win them back. I think we all read this type of novel at least once, it's pretty popolar/common.)
Seeing Lu Xing approach while supporting the arm of the "drunk" and unsteady CEO Wen, Secretary Zhao let out a long sigh.
She had seen how difficult this journey had been for CEO Wen.
CEO Wen was very good to the people around her, but she simply would not let herself go.
They say good people do not live long, while scourges last for a thousand years.
Is it because good people never prioritize their own feelings, while scourges only ever think of themselves?
Secretary Zhao could imagine that CEO Wen’s reasons for wanting to end the relationship were likely narrow.
Probably just a matter of age and Nannan.
Actually, if CEO Wen would just look at her peers.
There were plenty of sixty-year-old men marrying eighteen-year-old girls, where the sons were older than the new wives.
CEO Wen just lost out because she was too concerned with her "face."
Her moral bottom line really needed to be lowered.
But she could not just tell CEO Wen directly; the woman was far too concerned with her reputation.
What if she hit "red temperature" from embarrassment if it were said?
Still, out of gratitude for CEO Wen’s daily care, Secretary Zhao felt she could do something within her power.
And so, when Lu Xing was helping CEO Wen to the car door, Secretary Zhao, still holding Nannan, spoke in a hushed voice.
"Mr. Lu, CEO Wen is drunk. I will take Nannan and sit in the front."
Lu Xing glanced at her and carefully helped the "drunk" Auntie Wen into the car.
"Okay, you go ahead."
Click.
The car door closed.
The Rolls-Royce drove in front, followed by a car filled with the other secretaries and assistants Wen Lingxiu had brought along.
A person of her status could never attend a party alone.
The idea of someone drugging the president at a banquet was virtually impossible because the entourage she brought was like a human tsunami.
It was precisely because he knew this that Lu Xing understood the truth.
Auntie Wen had wanted him to come.
Actually, what Lu Xing found most interesting about this line of work was that each client had a different temper and a different way of expressing themselves.
Someone like Chi Yueshan, who was ostracized as a child, would mix a lie into every sentence after learning to read people's expressions.
This was an instinct; she did not even realize she was lying when she did it, and it was very hard to change.
If you listened to her now, perhaps you could believe half of it, but before, you could not even believe that much.
A person like Professor Song, a high-IQ and low-EQ psycho, would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.
Plus, she was mentally ill; it would not be strange if she used a knife to kill someone.
Based on her malicious attitude toward her siblings, she likely suffered a lot of trauma at home, but it was also quite easy to solve.
As long as you made her feel remembered and loved.
And a person like Auntie Wen was used to playing "Tai Chi" when doing business.
When she spoke, it was always ambiguous.
Plus, having been in a high position for a long time, she was particularly good at high-sounding "official jargon."
Over time, she could no longer really say her true thoughts; you had to guess.
The partition in the car rose with great perceptiveness, creating a separate space for the two in the back.
Wen Lingxiu’s brow furrowed in "discomfort."
She kept her eyes tightly shut, thinking to herself that she absolutely had to give Secretary Zhao a raise.
The woman was so perceptive!
"CEO Wen, how are you feeling? We are almost home. Do you want some water?"
Lu Xing did not know if Auntie Wen was actually drunk or not.
He felt it was absurd for a veteran of the business world to get drunk at an ordinary party.
But it did not matter.
If Auntie Wen wants to be drunk, then she is drunk.
Lu Xing is very good at executing his clients' instructions.
"CEO Wen, open your mouth."
Lu Xing twisted open a water bottle and inserted a straw.
He held the tip of the straw to Auntie Wen’s rosy lips, waiting for her to open up.
Wen Lingxiu’s dazed eyes were half-open.
Her nimble tongue hooked the straw and held it, slowly sipping the water.
A hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes.
What a miscalculation.
She had still underestimated Lu Xing’s meticulousness; who on earth carries a straw with them at a banquet!
While Auntie Wen was drinking water, Lu Xing placed a hand on her back, slowly soothing her breathing.
He said with a smile, "You really drank a lot today."
Auntie Wen had makeup on today, with less of a "gentle wife" temperament and more of a capable, mature beauty’s aura.
Lu Xing looked down at the person in his arms.
Her rosy lips were holding a straw, her eyes were downcast, and her long lashes trembled slightly.
Because she had to swallow water, her chest was rising and falling quite a bit.
Lu Xing averted his eyes.
Auntie Wen was about to have her 32nd birthday, and he still had to think about what gift to give her.
No wonder some people choose to break up before Valentine's Day or a birthday.
To save money on the gift, right?
But Lu Xing was not worried about the cost.
No matter how much it was, Auntie Wen would surely make it up to him later.
The only thing he was worried about was the creativity!
Giving someone a gift is like writing an essay; if you do not have an idea, you always want to borrow from others.
But once a gift idea becomes cliché, you have to wait for the next one.
Sigh, so annoying.
And the worst part was that Professor Song’s birthday followed right after Auntie Wen’s.
He would not have to fly to the capital, would he?
Isn't Professor Song very powerful?
Can't she send a private jet to pick him up!
As he thought, Lu Xing’s mental defenses crumbled again.
Who stole my rich-second-generation life?
(Running in circles)
Who was it?
(Roaring at the sky)
Was it you who stole my rich-second-generation life?
(Grabbing a random person by the collar)
Say it, was it you?
(Staring fiercely)
What? It was not you?
(Very confused)
Then who stole my rich-second-generation life?
Who was it!!!
(Continues to run)
(TL: Bro chill. Don't be jealous of the private jet think of the maintenance costs.)
The car soon arrived at the villa.
Seeing that Auntie Wen could not walk steadily, and finding it too slow to walk, Lu Xing simply hooked his arm under her knees and swept her up.
Sigh.
A professional simp must be able to carry a client!
Secretary Zhao, following behind with Nannan, nearly dropped her jaw at the sight.
Brother, you just picked her up so readily?
Lu Xing strode into the room with Auntie Wen in his arms, and a stunned Secretary Zhao quickly followed.
Honestly, what Lu Xing envied most was Nannan’s sleep quality; it was ridiculously good!
Secretary Zhao placed Nannan on the bed and spoke cautiously.
"Mr. Lu, CEO Wen... then I will be leaving first?"
"Goodbye, Sister Zhao. Be careful on the road."
Lu Xing smiled at her.
Secretary Zhao’s soul was almost scared out of her.
'No, bro.'
CEO Wen is still sober, and you are calling me "Sister"?
Secretary Zhao collapsed and quickly blurted out, "Actually, I am getting married soon! I will send you an invitation when the time comes!"
Huh?
Lu Xing watched the door slam shut with a dazed expression.
Whatever, forget it.
He placed Auntie Wen on the bed, then found a basin, filled it with warm water, and grabbed makeup remover.
Heh.
He had been studying makeup-related knowledge hard lately.
Removing makeup for someone was a piece of cake!
Wen Lingxiu lay flat on the bed, her face slightly turned.
She could see Lu Xing’s reliable back and hear him humming a soft lullaby while he prepared the water.
Wen Lingxiu let out a light laugh.
Now, the peaceful and happy days are numbered.
But before her prime years fade, she wanted to leave something behind.
And so, a warm body suddenly pressed against Lu Xing’s back.
Lu Xing froze, unable to ignore the sensation.
He wanted to turn around, but she held him tightly.
Lu Xing was silent for a moment.
Drunken intimacy... a very "reasonable" excuse.
But...
He took the money to take good care of his clients; that is called being a "nanny."
If he took the money to have a physical relationship with them...
That is called selling himself.
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