Slurp~
Wen Cheng couldn't resist reaching out and tapping Wen Qi's collarbone, then quickly put her "tool" away.
Wen Qi glanced at Wen Cheng. Today, he was in the best mood he had ever had. He reached out and took Wen Cheng's hand with the hand closest to her. Wen Cheng struggled symbolically for a moment, then obediently let Wen Qi hold her hand, feeling quite pleased with herself.
"Can't sleep?" Wen Qi asked.
Wen Cheng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and was very happy that Brother Qi could now tell her a bedtime story.
The bedtime story I was looking forward to didn't come. Instead, Wen Qi calmly recounted his childhood.
But this was far more interesting than a bedtime story, and Wen Cheng listened with great interest. However, the more she listened, the more upset she became.
"I came to the Wen family when I was about eight years old. My uncles and aunts were very kind and took special care of me during that time. It's just that Wen Yunyi was unhappy then," Wen Qi said in a flat tone, as if he could calmly talk about this as if it were someone else's problem.
"Didn't Wen Yunyi know about your parents' situation back then?" Wen Cheng frowned.
“My uncle told him this before I came. Actually, I could understand his thoughts at the time. His beloved parents had their love for him taken away because of the intervention of an outsider.”
Wen Cheng grabbed Wen Qi's hand, feeling extremely unhappy. She didn't care how Wen Yunyi bullied her, but he couldn't bully Brother Qi, especially since Brother Qi's parents had just passed away!
"He probably wasn't as serious as he was when he was going against me!" Wen Cheng frowned, looking like a little old man, which was especially endearing.
Wen Qi reached out and tapped Wen Cheng's forehead, saying it was all in the past, and then continued, "The most memorable time for me was when I was a child, a big bag of garbage was thrown in front of my neighbor's house, and it was torn apart by a passing pet dog. I was late coming home from school at the time, and when I came back, I saw my neighbor coming to our house with a cold face to settle accounts. Wen Yunyi was standing in the middle, crying the loudest, saying that I had asked him to throw away that garbage. My neighbor had a very abnormal obsession with cleanliness. At that time, my uncle's company had a very important cooperation with their family. Looking at Wen Yunyi's appearance, everyone was almost certain that it was me, and asked me to apologize to them."
Wen Cheng gripped Wen Qi's hand tightly, her anger rising. "How could you do this!"
"You look like you're going to settle scores with Wen Yunyi for my sake," Wen Qi teased in good spirits.
"Absolutely! I'll go find him tomorrow!" Wen Cheng's eyes blazed with fury.
Wen Qi chuckled, "When have I ever needed you to stand up for me and solve my problems? Do you think Wen Yunyi would dare to go against me now?"
Hmm, it seems so.
"So what happened next?"
"Of course I didn't apologize later. Wen Yunyi was still young at the time and didn't know about surveillance cameras. In the end, it wasn't actually Wen Yunyi who threw the trash. He was frightened by the neighbor and subconsciously blamed it on someone he disliked. The real trash was thrown by a stray dog in the neighborhood. When this incident happened, my aunt and uncle gave Wen Yunyi a severe scolding. The commotion was so big that it even attracted my grandfather's attention."
Will Grandpa protect Wen Yunyi?
"Grandpa wasn't that kind of person. Besides, he was a good friend of my grandfather. When he found out about this, he held a grudge against Wen Yunyi. Without saying a word, he took me back to the countryside when summer vacation had just started. We went fishing and shrimp catching. He even made glutinous rice cakes for me at night, doing all the things I would never do at home. After that, during winter and summer vacations, as well as long school holidays, I would go to Grandpa's house. Out of sight, out of mind. In those years, Grandpa also taught me many principles. The most important one was that principles and face are not won by words, but by strength."
Wen Cheng lowered her head, feeling incredibly ashamed. "I have nothing but my mouth..."
Just as Wen Cheng was feeling dejected, a large hand gently stroked her head. "You still have me. Having an external weapon is also a form of strength."
Wen Cheng chuckled contentedly, feeling that her relationship hadn't been a waste of time.
He was also very grateful for his grandfather's presence, which made Qi Ge's childhood not as bad as he had imagined. He had to get up early tomorrow to make his grandfather a thank-you breakfast!
The next morning, despite being very sleepy, Wen Cheng still managed to get up, sit in his beloved little wheelchair, and prepare to leave Wen Qi's room. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Wen Yongwang coming out from the opposite side.
Wen Cheng was ashamed. "Dad, did you put a magnet on your body?"
Despite this, Wen Cheng still mustered up the courage to greet Wen Yongwang.
"Chengcheng, it's been so many days, are you still afraid of ghosts? You're the first person to sleep in your eldest brother's room for so long. I wonder if the person your eldest brother likes will be jealous." Wen Yongwang chuckled happily when he talked about his eldest son's love life, feeling like he would be a grandfather in a year.
Wen Cheng: Dad, don't worry, the person involved isn't angry, just a little guilty...
Grandpa Wen prefers Chinese food to fried eggs with cheese. Wen Cheng took over Aunt Li's job and made a Chinese breakfast for the whole family, including beef brisket noodles, steamed buns and fried dough sticks made by Aunt Li.
The beef brisket is simmered in sauce until fragrant, then the noodles are cooked in bone broth. Finally, a few vibrant green cabbage leaves are added, topped with a generous layer of beef brisket, and finished with Wen Cheng's signature fried egg.
Wen Cheng deliberately fried her grandfather's rice noodles until they were very well cooked, so that they didn't have any fishy smell. Before everyone else sat down at the table, Wen Cheng stuffed another fried egg into Wen Qi's rice noodles, making the level of the noodles several millimeters higher than everyone else's.
Aunt Li noticed this out of the corner of her eye, and smiled at Wen Cheng.
Wen Cheng quickly put her index finger to her lips and shushed him.
Aunt Li smiled and nodded: It seems you really like your brother!
Wen Cheng loved it when her older brother, Wen Cheng, served soup to each family member. When it was Wen Qi's turn, she secretly winked at him. Wen Qi almost kissed Wen Cheng in front of everyone. Looking at himself, who was a few millimeters above the soup surface, his smile couldn't express his joy and happiness.
The little one has learned to be biased, and he's biased towards himself. That's great, the kind of treat I can have as an extra meal when I get home from work tomorrow.
The biggest surprise at dinner today belonged to Grandpa. The children in his family lived a much higher standard of living than other children. They didn't need to do any housework, let alone go to the kitchen. He thought he would never eat a meal cooked by his grandson in his life, except for Wen Qi, of course. Wen Qi had cooked for him before, and he almost ended up in the hospital.
Thinking of this, Grandpa Wen gave Wen Qi a reproachful look. Wen Qi took a bite of the fried egg and knew without a doubt what his grandfather was thinking, so he pretended not to see it.
Anyway, as long as his future partner is capable, that's fine.
"Chengcheng, Grandpa never expected you to cook so well. I haven't had such delicious beef brisket noodles in a long time. The taste is just like my wife's. It's such a pity." Grandpa Wen spoke of his wife with regret, as she didn't even have time to see her grandson before she passed away.
Wen Cheng quickly reached out and patted her grandfather's back, being incredibly well-behaved and sensible.
If Grandpa Wen had a scoreboard in his mind, Wen Cheng's score would definitely rise rapidly.
After finishing their meal, Wen Yongwang and Wen Qi headed to the company.
Wen Cheng, leaning on her crutches, came out to see him off. Wen Yongwang, moved, hugged his son.
Wen Qi then gently patted Wen Cheng's head.
"Let's go," Wen Qi said.
As he turned around, Wen Cheng called out to him, her face flushed, "Brother Qi, can I sleep in your bed during my lunch break?"
It's getting stickier and stickier.
Wen Qi raised an eyebrow and said flirtatiously, "Your heart and body are already yours, and now you're asking me if I can sleep in my bed?"
"Qiqi, let's go. Did you forget something?" Wen Yongwang called out from inside the car.
Wen Qi's smile faded, and he turned to leave.
The warm oranges, steamed until bright red, were left behind.
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"Xie Nianyu! There are only two days left. I've gone through all the pictures of nationally renowned models for you, and you're still not satisfied? Do you know how long the team has been working on this? Listen to me, we're businessmen, not artists. Businessmen must pursue profits. Now, find a model, shoot a decent finished poster, and we can earn more!" The contrast between Wen Yunyi, who usually dressed and spoke like a celestial being, and her current demeanor was stark.
My hair, which hadn't been cut for two months, had already crept into my collar, and I had dark circles under my eyes that I couldn't hide.
Nearly two months of overtime work, coupled with family issues, pushed him to his breaking point, and after numerous meetings, he finally snapped!
Gu Yuning sat there without saying a word, but her inner吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for complaining or criticizing) machine began to work tirelessly.
The green tea has finally boiled!
It's a pity she can't send messages now, otherwise she would definitely contact Wen Cheng immediately.
The man at the center of the storm simply smiled, a smile that appeared remarkably harmless. Unfortunately, beneath his angelic face lay an unfathomable heart.
"Especially stubborn," was Gu Yuning's assessment of Xie Nianyu.
"If we've put so much effort into creating this product and it's placed in an extremely unsuitable display case, it's better not to have it at all," Xie Nianyu's words were like a bucket of cold water, chilling Wen Yunyi to the bone.
“I don’t think we need a week anymore. We’ve done everything we can. This time, the product doesn’t need models,” Wen Yunyi gave the final result. Everyone couldn’t help but look at Xie Nianyu with admiration. He could even outmaneuver Wen Yunyi, the little prince. Impressive!
Xie Nianyu smiled innocently, unaffected by any distractions, "It's not like there's no chance. I ran into a colleague a few days ago in the elevator, and to be honest, he really fits my first choice for a model. It's just a pity I haven't run into him these past few days. I've been keeping an eye on that elevator every noon. What a shame."
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Wen Yunyi felt like this kid was going to drive him crazy. "Give me a clue and I'll go look for it!"
"Hmm, he took a beef patty to the top floor that day. He must have a good relationship with President Wen," Xie Nianyu recalled.
Beef patties, Premier Wen.
Gu Yuning: Warm orange?!
Wen Yunyi: "Secretary Zhao?"
Author's Note:
Thank you so much for your support, my little cuties! It's a bit late today, sob sob.
Chapter 70: Attributes Clash!
Gu Yuning silently gave Wen Yunyi a look. You don't even know Wen Cheng as well as I do? Does someone like Secretary Zhao seem like the type to bring beef patties to President Wen? Just thinking about it is terrifying!
However, Gu Yuning ultimately did not refute Wen Yunyi's point of view in public. After all, while she was physically in Cao Ying's camp, her heart was with Han. She listened to her boss at work, but her true feelings were still for Sha Chengzi.
Wen Yunyi thought for a while, feeling a little awkward. After all, Secretary Zhao was his older brother's man, and his older brother had recently laid it all out to him, making it clear that he absolutely could not go back until he changed his ways.
"Xiao Zhang, go to President Wen's office and ask if you can call Secretary Zhao over." Wen Yunyi secretly fidgeted with his fingers, looking both insecure and expectant.
Secretary Zhao smiled on the outside, but inwardly he was cursing, thinking, "So many things are beyond our control when we're just corporate slaves!"
"Find Secretary Zhao as a model?" Wen Qi looked up from a pile of documents, his eyes showing surprise.
Secretary Zhao, standing to the side, adjusted his glasses in a good mood.
"Are you happy?" Wen Qi turned and questioned.
Secretary Zhao immediately took off her glasses and looked at her boss with sincere eyes, "No, I am completely unmoved."
Wen Qi then turned around and refused: "Tell Wen Yunyi that Secretary Zhao does not have the idea or the matching ability in this regard, and tell him to find a more professional person."
Looking at Wen Qi, who was exuding an overwhelming aura, Xiao Zhang felt like crying. If he really went back like this, Wen Yunyi would explode on the spot.
"President Wen, our department has been searching for models for days, looking at almost every qualified model in the country, but we're really at a loss. Then our product manager took a liking to Secretary Zhao, but we might not even contact him, so we're hoping he can make the trip. Our young President Wen has been so busy these days, he hasn't had a good night's sleep, you see?" Xiao Zhang decisively played the sympathy card.
Wen Qi frowned, but in the end, he couldn't bring himself to be completely ruthless.
"Let's go take a look first,"
If one's heart could truly be broken by worry, then it would have long since turned into dust in the wind.
Just then, Wen Cheng sent a message: a photo of him in a wheelchair fishing with his grandfather at the community's free fishing lake. In the photo, Wen Cheng was grinning foolishly, and his grandfather behind him was also smiling at the camera; the surroundings were peaceful.
My broken heart seemed to be stitched back together at that moment.
Seeing the people he cares about living happily every day gives Wen Qi's life infinite meaning.
"It's not him." A confident voice came from the tidy private office.
None of the people sitting in the office showed any signs of disappointment or frustration.
Wen Yunyi sat in the main seat, looking like he was about to yell but had to pretend to be obedient and adorable because his brother was there. Gu Yuning sat on the sofa, beginning to seriously question why she had become the propaganda minister, forced to endure the oppressive atmosphere between her two older brothers.
Aside from Secretary Zhao, who seemed oblivious to the situation, the most composed person was Xie Nianyu, who calmly sipped his coffee. He knew his standards were very high, but since such a work had been created, he couldn't just settle for anything less. In fact, when he was called a secretary, Xie Nianyu had a vague feeling that he wasn't the right person.
Secretary Zhao adjusted his glasses. He had come purely out of curiosity, and now that his curiosity was satisfied, it was time for him to leave.