Shen Lingge entered the office not long before he prepared to leave together with Xiao Song to attend a meeting. Before leaving, he bent down to instruct Wen Xian, who was sitting on his office desk: “Xian Xian, sit here, don’t run around, wait for me to come back.”
Wen Xian blinked her eyes, negotiating with him: “Can I go outside the 22nd floor to have a look?”
Shen Lingge reached out and patted her head, voice gentle: “Cannot.”
Wen Xian discontentedly pouted her mouth: “…Then you go, I’ll play by myself.”
Shen Lingge lightly laughed once, then bent down again to lightly kiss the corner of her lips. He coaxed in a low voice: “Xian Xian be good, in the evening I’ll take you to the cocktail party to play, allow you to drink a little.”
Wen Xian’s pair of eyes slightly brightened, she asked in confirmation: “Really?”
Shen Lingge promised her: “Really, but can only drink a little.”
Wen Xian repeatedly nodded: “Okay.”
After Shen Lingge left, Wen Xian then sat on his seat to play for a while. His office desk’s color was matte black, neatly stacked documents were placed to the side, and there were also several fountain pens on the desk.
Wen Xian stared at his fountain pens for quite a while before she understood why he disliked her brush back then. His fountain pens not only were gold-plated, even the diamonds on them were real.
Seemed to also be privately customized. Wen Xian saw a letter on them: S.
Wen Xian did not go through the things on his desk, only planned to turn on his computer to see if there was anything fun on it.
When the screen lit up, Wen Xian froze for a moment, because his computer required entering a password to access.
Wen Xian hesitated between asking Shen Lingge or guessing herself.
In the end, she still decided to rely on her own cleverness to solve this problem.
Wen Xian tried all combinations of Shen Lingge’s name, birthday, English name, all could not unlock it. Unwilling to give up, she tried her own name and birthday, but the password was still incorrect.
Wen Xian: “……”
Dog man!
Therefore, Wen Xian who could not open the computer started getting tangled up again over the question she asked Xiao Song and Duoduo in the morning. Considering the two of them had bad attitudes, Wen Xian planned to privately message them one by one.
First choice was Duoduo, because Xiao Song was currently attending a meeting with Shen Lingge.
[Wen Xian: Duoduo! Come out!]
[Duoduo: Miss, will you and Young Master come back for lunch at noon?]
[Wen Xian: Not coming back, Shen Lingge said take me to eat at the cafeteria.]
[Duoduo: What about evening?]
[Wen Xian: Not coming back, Shen Lingge said take me to drink alcohol.]
[Duoduo: ..Third Miss, don’t speak nonsense.]
[Wen Xian: Duoduo, quickly tell me, did Shen Lingge already like taking cold showers at home before?]
[Wen Xian: Before, I didn’t sleep together with him so I didn’t know, but ever since he slept together with me, I discovered he runs off to take cold showers every two or three days, morning and night both.]
[Duoduo: Miss.]
[Wen Xian: Mn?]
[Duoduo: Young Master he is a man.]
[Wen Xian: I know ah.]
[Duoduo: …Ah ah ah ah Miss! You’re so annoying!]
[Wen Xian: ……]
[Duoduo: Link: Male physiological structure explanation.]
[Wen Xian: …Let me take a look.]
Wen Xian had never carefully read this kind of popular science article before. She furrowed her brows and read through it word by word. In the end, with her face completely red, she closed the link.
She unconsciously bit her fingertip, thinking about Shen Lingge’s recent situation.
He seemed to wake up every morning looking not very comfortable. So it was because of this.
For a moment Wen Xian didn’t know what she should do.
When Shen Lingge came back, what he saw was the dazed little girl sitting on his chair.
Her cheeks were slightly red, her brows slightly furrowed, not knowing what she was thinking about.
He handed the folder in his hand to Xiao Song then stepped inside. After Xiao Song left, he very considerately helped Shen Lingge close the office door.
Shen Lingge walked to the front of the office desk and lightly knocked on the desk once. Looking toward Wen Xian, his black pupils carried a trace of helplessness. She seemed to be lost in thought, not even noticing this kind of movement.
He had no choice but to reach out and lightly pinch her face. Their gazes met, but Wen Xian seemed to be startled. She immediately shrank back a little, even softly saying: “You’re not allowed to touch me.”
Shen Lingge: “……?”
He raised his eyebrows, impolitely walked up to the chair and trapped her in.
Behind Wen Xian was the floor-to-ceiling glass bed, in front of her was Shen Lingge.
The space around her seemed to suddenly become small.
Wen Xian, with her face red, didn’t dare to raise her eyes to look at Shen Lingge. Her whole mind was full of the words and images she had just seen.
Shen Lingge lifted her chin, staring at her little face full of redness for a moment. He half-smiled, half-not smiling as he said: “When I wasn’t here, what were you secretly doing? Blushing like this, even not letting me touch?”
Wen Xian reached out to push him, attempting to change the topic: “What’s your computer password? I tried for half a day and couldn’t open it.”
Shen Lingge slightly turned his body, looking toward the screen that was stopped at the password interface. He reached out and entered a few letters and numbers. While typing, he explained: “The password is the abbreviation of Shen Corporation and the day the Shen Corporation building was completed. This password was set when my dad was still working, I never changed it.”
After entering, the screen display suddenly appeared in front of Wen Xian.
Wen Xian was slightly stunned, because the photo on the screen was a photo from the day he and she went to the amusement park together. On her head was still the hairband he bought for her. He stood beside her quietly looking at her, his gaze calm yet carrying a trace of gentleness.
And in her hand was ice cream, her gaze not knowing where it was looking, but anyone who looked could tell she was very happy.
After Shen Lingge finished opening the computer, he lowered his gaze and asked her again: “Just now, what were you doing?”
Wen Xian hesitated for a moment; she still didn’t want him to always take cold showers. So she probed: “Shen Lingge, from now on, should we sleep separately? Otherwise, we can just…”
But before Wen Xian finished speaking, she was interrupted by Shen Lingge. He furrowed his brows and asked her: “Why? If there’s anything I did wrong that made you angry, I apologize to you. You tell me, I’ll change.”
Hearing this, Wen Xian’s heart felt slightly sour. He was such a proud person, yet he always compromised for her without a bottom line.
She reached out to hug his waist, softly saying: “Shen Lingge, if you feel uncomfortable, you can touch me. I don’t want you to always take cold showers. If you keep doing this and still don’t want to touch me, then we should still sleep separately.”
Shen Lingge’s body stiffened. No matter how he thought, he never expected it to be because of this reason.
He immediately associated it with Wen Xian’s blushing appearance.
He let out a light sigh, then squatted down and raised his eyes to look at her, speaking in a low voice: “Xian Xian, I’m not uncomfortable, I just want to be beside you.”
Wen Xian lowered her eyes, pinching his fingers, shy and nervous as she asked: “That way won’t do?”
Shen Lingge’s Adam’s apple moved slightly. He raised his hand to touch her hair, his voice gentle as he said: “Right now still won’t do. I’ll take fewer cold showers in the future. Don’t worry about me, everything will be fine later.”
After speaking, Shen Lingge then held her hand and said: “Now, shall we go eat first?”
Wen Xian nodded her head.
…
Shen Corporation’s restaurant was on the fifth and sixth floors. Inside here, there was no cuisine you could think of that Shen Corporation’s restaurant couldn’t make. Every day, the restaurant was very lively, and today was no exception.
Shen Lingge’s exclusive elevator stopped on the sixth floor. The people passing by the elevator subconsciously stopped their steps. They exchanged a few glances, then looked toward the elevator entrance.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Wen Xian saw the people outside the elevator looking at them with shocked expressions, but after just one look they quickly shifted their gazes and called out: “Hello, President Shen.”
After calling out, they didn’t care whether Shen Lingge responded or not, running away like slipping oil under their feet.
Wen Xian couldn’t help but laugh. She teased: “Shen Lingge, they all look very scared of you. Are you very fierce during meetings?”
Shen Lingge held her as they walked out. He said in a low voice: “Don’t care about them. You think about what you want to eat. There are a lot of people in the restaurant. You can eat here or take it back, both are fine.”
Wen Xian noticed that after they entered the restaurant, the originally lively restaurant suddenly quieted down. Although they tried very hard to make themselves not look deliberate, Wen Xian could still feel their gazes constantly drifting toward her and Shen Lingge.
She tilted her head and glanced at Shen Lingge. He remained expressionless as he led her further inside: “Have you decided what you want to eat?”
Wen Xian glanced over all sorts of restaurant windows. She stared at one particular shop and swallowed her saliva. She swung his hand while holding it: “Shen Lingge, I want to eat mala tang [spicy hotpot/skewers in spicy broth].”
Shen Lingge: “……”
He furrowed his brows and glanced toward the window Wen Xian was looking at. Their company actually had mala tang?
So the entire restaurant on the sixth floor watched as their company’s president held a woman’s hand, the two of them hand in hand walking to the mala tang window, seemingly preparing to eat mala tang.
Everyone: “……”
Totally felt like either Shen Lingge had gone crazy, or they were still in a dream.
Wen Xian stood in front of the window pointing inside: “I want this, this, and that one, I also want this.”
Shen Lingge took the small basket and obediently helped her put things in. Until she finished choosing, he handed the basket to the service staff at the window. He also reminded: “Put less spice.”
After Wen Xian finished picking, she then asked him: “Shen Lingge, what do you want to eat?”
Shen Lingge glanced at her. This little girl just now wanted to eat everything, picked out a big pile. But he estimated that she couldn’t even eat half. So he calmly answered: “I’ll eat what you can’t finish.”
Wen Xian: “……”
She always had a kind of illusion that she was abusing Shen Lingge.
An employee who accidentally passed by: “……”
He thought their president must be crazy, or maybe he should go to the hospital to check his ear, nose, and throat department, and the latter possibility was greater than the former.
Wen Xian found an empty seat and sat down, waiting for Shen Lingge to bring her bowl.
She lifted her eyes and glanced once over the quietly silent surroundings. As soon as they met her gaze, they immediately lowered their heads.
Wen Xian blinked and decided to obediently sit here and wait for Shen Lingge, not to look around everywhere.
She didn’t know, at this moment all of Shen Corporation’s internal group chats had gone crazy.
Shen Lingge brought the mala tang in front of Wen Xian, then went to buy milk tea and placed it at the side. He took the sanitized chopsticks and spoon and handed them to Wen Xian: “Eat slowly.”
Just as Shen Lingge expected, Wen Xian only ate one-third and was already full. She kept looking pitifully at the leftovers in the bowl for a while, then looked at the milk tea in her hand with reluctance, as if she couldn’t bear to part with either.
Shen Lingge was helpless, just like he usually didn’t let her eat.
In the end, Wen Xian decided to drink the milk tea, because Shen Lingge hadn’t eaten yet—she couldn’t let him stay hungry. So she very naturally pushed the bowl in front of Shen Lingge: “You eat, can’t let the child go hungry.”
Shen Lingge: “……”
Everyone: “……”