81: Meeting with Yan Baiwei

On this day, Chen Qiu spent a peaceful day in the office acting as the CEO.

With the holidays approaching in a few days, he still had to speed up the implementation of some arrangements.

He didn't want to be busy and frantic after returning from the New Year break.

Working in one go until nearly quitting time, Chen Qiu sat in his chair and stretched.

Because of the hours-long battle last night, he felt slightly mentally fatigued at this moment.

"The whole point of getting a secretary was to save energy, but now I'm actually putting in a lot more energy instead."

Chen Qiu massaged his lower back and gave a bitter smile.

Then, he called for Song Xiangtong.

"President Chen."

Today, Song Xiangtong had changed into a white OL professional suit.

As everyone knows, white is a bright and vivid color that makes one look fuller.

But similarly, when worn on a curvaceous figure, that exquisite white silhouette stood out exceptionally against the slightly darker surrounding environment!

Under the well-tailored white blazer, the narrow waistline and the rounded curve of her hips formed a striking contrast!

For Chen Qiu, who had personally handled her, those stunning curves immediately resurfaced in his mind.

Young married women are truly wonderful!

"Come over and give me a massage to help me relax."

Hearing Chen Qiu's words, Song Xiangtong's eyes flickered slightly, and her pretty face flushed with a hint of crimson.

President Chen is really energetic!

With her delicate body feeling slightly weak, her voice also became somewhat airy.

"H-here, in the office?"

Seeing her expression, Chen Qiu knew Song Xiangtong had the wrong idea.

"A proper massage."

He said testily.

Song Xiangtong's expression froze slightly, and a bit of shame appeared on her exquisite face.

This made her feel like an insatiable nymphomaniac... "Alright, President Chen."

She walked behind Chen Qiu and pressed her slender hands gently onto his shoulders.

After closing his eyes to rest for about ten minutes, Chen Qiu suddenly spoke.

"Later, notify Vice President Li Cheng and tell him... to clear his schedule for eight o'clock tonight."

"Alright, President Chen."

After half an hour of massaging, Chen Qiu let Song Xiangtong leave.

When Song Xiangtong returned to the secretary's office, An Wan immediately leaned over to her side.

"Sister Song, what did President Chen have you do for so long?"

Looking at her suspicious gaze, the corners of Song Xiangtong's lips curled up slightly as she teased,

"Is it long?"

"You can't really do much in this amount of time, can you?"

"It seems your ex-boyfriend wasn't very capable, Wanwan!"

An Wan glared at the young woman who was full of dirty jokes; she hadn't even meant it that way.

And... "I haven't even been in a relationship yet."

Her small face flushed as she spoke with some embarrassment.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry for touching upon Wanwan's blind spot."

Hearing Song Xiangtong's soft laughter, An Wan gave a light huff.

"It's not like that's something comfortable anyway, I don't care."

Song Xiangtong smiled without saying a word.

Whether it's comfortable or not depends on the person!

In any case, Chen Qiu had given her a taste of pleasure that left her wanting more.

Before quitting time, Song Xiangtong received a message from Chen Qiu.

Then, she drove the company's mercedes-benz s-class and took Chen Qiu to the Binjiang No. 1 residential complex.

"Does President Chen have a house here?"

She thought to herself as she got out to open the door for Chen Qiu in the back seat.

After Chen Qiu got out of the car, he said to her,

"You should go get some dinner too. I'll send you a message after eight-thirty."

"Alright."

Song Xiangtong nodded, and then she saw a girl walking toward Chen Qiu to greet him.

Her gaze lingered on the girl, and Song Xiangtong was truly stunned.

The simple outfit on her tall figure fully displayed a cold and elegant temperament!

Her face was like fine jade, her long hair reached her waist, giving off the visual impression of an untouchable 'flower on a high ridge' stepped right off the screen.

Song Xiangtong could vaguely feel that the relationship between this girl and Chen Qiu seemed unusual?

Song Xiangtong pursed her red lips; having already prepared herself mentally, she quickly suppressed the slight emotional fluctuation in her heart.

Noticing that the other party also seemed to be looking at her, Song Xiangtong smiled and nodded toward her.

Then she drove away, planning to find a nearby restaurant for dinner... Yan Baiwei withdrew her gaze from the beautiful secretary with the aura of a young married woman who had dropped off Chen Qiu, and her beautiful eyes looked at Chen Qiu with extreme complexity.

For the past two days, she had been responsible for the renovation of Chen Qiu's two houses while watching her father excitedly and nervously prepare for his meeting with Chen Qiu.

She knew very well that for her father's career, the company, and her family, this would be a crucial turning point.

If it succeeded, it would be a rebound from the bottom, pulling their family out of the swamp of debt and allowing them to breathe normal air again.

If it failed, given the current market conditions, it was highly likely they would never recover and would find it difficult to make a comeback.

Yan Baiwei hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't help but seek out Chen Qiu before his meeting with her father.

"You're here. The furniture for this flat has been mostly arranged. Take a look and see if there's anything you're dissatisfied with."

She tried her best to make her voice sound relaxed as she spoke to Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu's eyes met Yan Baiwei's; the latter looked away like a startled rabbit, then suddenly remembered something and slowly looked back.

Chen Qiu shook his head and smiled inwardly.

Yan Baiwei was quite good at acting cold, but perhaps even she didn't know that when she was preoccupied or nervous, the eyebrow of her left eye would always twitch slightly.

After all these years, that hadn't changed a bit!

"Then let's take a look at the Class Monitor's masterpiece."

He followed up on Yan Baiwei's words.

Then the two of them entered Chen Qiu's house together.

Compared to a week ago, the empty flat had undergone a qualitative change!

The entire house used cream white and elegant gray as the base, with clean lines and no redundancy.

A light gray leather sofa stretched out low, paired with a natural wood-grain coffee table, the texture feeling warm.

Yan Baiwei's choice of furnishings was sparse but exquisite; every single piece possessed both quality and simplicity. The use of negative space was appropriate, preserving the unique sense of space of a large flat while exuding a uniquely Italian elegance and restraint—quiet and high-end.

The value of the eight hundred thousand yuan was tangibly manifested!

"Actually, a budget of eight hundred thousand is quite sufficient!"

Yan Baiwei chuckled, clearly very satisfied with her soft furnishing work this time.

As a designer, most of the time one is trapped by the shackles of the owner's budget and aesthetics, unable to perform freely.

It was rare to have an owner like Chen Qiu who both provided a full budget and completely trusted the designer to handle the house.

Thinking of Chen Qiu's pure trust in her, Yan Baiwei's beautiful eyes dimmed slightly.

At this moment, Chen Qiu walked to the balcony, leaned against the wall, and while looking at the Gan River outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows, he spoke.

"Class Monitor, you probably didn't invite me over just to inspect this house, right?"

Chen Qiu turned his gaze toward Yan Baiwei, who was slightly taken aback.

"You can tell?"

Chen Qiu chuckled.

"How many years do you think we were deskmates?"

"That was close contact within twenty centimeters every day; many couples in this world aren't even that intimate!"

Hearing Chen Qiu's analogy, Yan Baiwei's apprehensive and nervous mood lightened considerably.