53: Meal delivery

Special Assistant Ji explained the events of the earlier regular meeting in just a few words.

Yan Zhuohua stood frozen for more than three full minutes.

Truly impressive; in just a short while, he managed to cause such a huge scene?

His reputation was completely ruined in that meeting. How could he face those attendees in the future? How would he hand over work to them?

At the thought of the matter of him being made unable to get out of bed being discussed openly, his heart felt like dead ashes. Even the good news that Yan Qinghe wouldn't be able to be excessively wanton with him during workdays couldn't save his desire to go live on Mars.

Special Assistant Ji hadn't expected that not only did he fail to help his boss, but he had also dragged the boss's spouse into it. Truly a case of losing the lady and the soldiers.

"Deputy Director Yan? Are you alright?" Ji Yang's cautious voice rang out, finally snapping Yan Zhuohua back to his senses.

Yan Zhuohua sighed. There was no helping it; who told him to marry such a rogue? This was all retribution.

"I'm fine, go back to work." Yan Zhuohua pulled himself together. "There's no need to prepare lunch for Qinghe this afternoon."

Ji Yang was confused for a moment before realizing that Yan Zhuohua intended to personally prepare lunch for Chairman Yan. He immediately perked up; the boss's spouse was indeed reliable!

"Alright, Deputy Director Yan. Do I need to tell the boss?"

"No need."

After lying in bed for another ten minutes or so, Yan Zhuohua got up and went downstairs.

As he busied himself in the kitchen preparing lunch, he wondered what sins he had committed. The embarrassment and shame of losing face in front of his colleagues hadn't even ended, yet he had to cook to coax the person who was feeling down because he couldn't toy with him to his heart's content.

It was simply ridiculous.

Who told him to be soft-hearted and easy to coax? Being kind and being taken advantage of—this was exactly it.

At 11:40, Yan Zhuohua got out of the car with a thermal lunch box containing food for two and arrived at the company.

When he went up, it wasn't yet time for everyone to eat, and he took the CEO's private elevator from the underground garage, so no one noticed his arrival.

Having received the news, Special Assistant Ji had been waiting at the elevator door early, hoping for the arrival of the boss's spouse to save him from his suffering; he really couldn't stand the boss's low pressure anymore.

Close to twelve o'clock, under Special Assistant Ji's eager anticipation, Yan Zhuohua finally arrived.

Yan Zhuohua greeted Special Assistant Ji and pushed the door directly into the Chairman's Office.

Yan Qinghe was frowning as he looked at a project proposal.

Hearing someone enter without knocking, his temper flared up instantly.

"Don't you... Zhuohua?"

Yan Zhuohua was amused by his sudden change of expression. "What's wrong? Not welcoming me? Then I'll leave?"

Yan Qinghe quickly stood up and grabbed Yan Zhuohua, who was about to turn and leave.

"No, no, I just didn't know it was you. I'm very happy you're here."

Yan Zhuohua stopped teasing him and followed the pull to sit on the sofa, placing the lunch box on the coffee table.

"Is the work you have on hand finished yet?" Yan Zhuohua wasn't in a hurry to eat. "If not, hurry up. We'll eat after you're done."

"It's done! I was just looking at a project proposal and was planning to send it back for them to redo."

As he spoke, Yan Qinghe opened the lunch box on the table.

"It smells so good. You made this?"

"Yes, I heard someone was in a bad mood, so I specially made a meal to offer some condolences." Yan Zhuohua also helped set out the utensils, not forgetting to urge Yan Qinghe, "Go wash your hands first!"

This warm lunch soothed Yan Qinghe's irritability from the morning.

After eating, they moved around for a bit before entering the lounge together.

Yan Zhuohua curled up in Yan Qinghe's arms browsing the social media platform, while Yan Qinghe's hand rested on Yan Zhuohua's waist, kneading it firmly.

"During the meeting this morning, Uncle asked me how to handle that project with the Zhao Clan. I told him to wait for news from you. What do you plan to do?"

Yan Zhuohua's hand browsing the social media platform didn't even stop. "Just continue with it; the impact won't be large. There will certainly be significant fluctuations for the Zhao Clan recently, but Zhao Zixing's ability is decent, and with the support of his mother, sister, the Su Family, and the Qiao Family to stabilize the situation, there won't be any particularly big mess for the time being."

"Alright, then remember to tell Uncle tomorrow." Yan Qinghe continued, "What do you plan to do this afternoon? Go to work?"

Yan Zhuohua nuzzled into Yan Qinghe's chest. "Not going. You've already requested a whole day off for me; it would be a waste not to use it." Besides, he didn't want to see his dear colleagues today.

"I'll sleep here for a while, then go to the mall to pick out a tie for you."

"Didn't we say we'd go this weekend?"

"There are other things this weekend. Big Brother wants us to go to the Military Camp."

Yan Zhuohua only said half of it, but Yan Qinghe already understood his unspoken meaning. It was likely about the Mecha weapons.

"Then will you come back to the company after the mall?"

Yan Zhuohua looked up at him with a smile. "Yes, I'll come as soon as I'm done shopping to accompany you after work, and then we'll go back to Mirror Lake Bright Forest tonight."

Yan Qinghe was satisfied and pulled the person in his arms a bit closer.

In the afternoon, under Yan Qinghe's helpless gaze, Yan Zhuohua sneakily avoided others and stealthily took the elevator downstairs.

The family driver had left after dropping him off, so now he could only get the car keys from Yan Qinghe after paying "rent."

Once in the car, Yan Zhuohua was in no hurry to start it. He picked up his phone and made a call.

"Hello, Brother Ru."

On the other end was Yan Ru.

"What's wrong, Zhuohua?"

"Can you do me a favor? Help me deliver some information to the police station. I'll wait for you at the mall next to Xingfeng Group. I'll send you the address in a moment."

After hanging up, Yan Zhuohua finally started the car and left the parking lot.

The mall wasn't far and he arrived quickly. It would take some time for Yan Ru to rush over, so Yan Zhuohua started picking out ties on the second floor.

This time he planned to change the color. The shadow that last tie left on him was too great; he probably wouldn't want to see a blue tie for a while. After browsing back and forth for a long time, Yan Zhuohua finally picked out a satisfactory black gold-patterned tie, which looked even more noble and mysterious, making it hard to put down.

Besides the tie, he also picked out a pair of cufflinks. The same black base with gold patterns exuded an air of grandeur. While paying, he was still thinking that if this tie also had a problem, would he have to pick up a Tie pin as well the next time he came to buy one?

Better not; he couldn't take it.

When Yan Ru arrived, he was sitting in the coffee shop on the first floor of the mall, twirling a USB drive in his hand.

"What kind of information is it that you won't go yourself and want me to deliver it for you?" Yan Ru had come in a hurry and took a sip of coffee as soon as he sat down.

Yan Zhuohua had a Tracker on him, and Yan Qinghe liked to check where he was whenever he was free, so he couldn't go; otherwise, it would be hard to explain if discovered. Being able to come out and meet Yan Ru today was thanks to the excuse of buying a tie; otherwise, he would have had to go to the trouble of finding another opportunity. Not many people knew about the Tracker, so he didn't explain.

"It's not very convenient for me to go."

Yan Zhuohua's answer was as good as no answer at all.

Yan Ru had long since grown accustomed to his evasive behavior in certain matters and stopped asking, directly taking the information and preparing to set off.

"Besides this USB drive, is there anything else you want me to take?"

"No, just remember to hand it directly to the police officer I told you about, and remember to tell him to keep it confidential for now."

Yan Ru nodded and left.

Yan Zhuohua sat there without moving, rubbing the coffee cup in his hand, looking down as if lost in thought.