She walked over to the massive floor-to-ceiling glass window.
Standing here, she truly understood what it meant to “look down upon all other mountains.”
Her gaze traversed the rows of towering buildings, and she could clearly see her own apartment building and balcony in the distance.
That small space she had filled with flowers and plants.
Her heart suddenly felt hollow!
She wondered, had Fu Beichen stood here countless times, looking in that direction?
Perhaps, during those days she knew nothing about, their gazes had met across this vast distance?
How ridiculous!
She withdrew her gaze, letting it fall on the other side of the office.
A massive bookshelf occupied the entire wall, filled with various hardcover books—mostly on economics and management, with a few original French editions.
Her eyes scanned the western wall beside the bookshelf, where something seemed… different.
As she approached, she noticed an almost imperceptible seam in the wall.
A hidden door.
As if guided by some unseen force, she reached out and gave it a gentle push.
Click.
The door swung open, unlocked.
She peered inside.
It was a hidden world within.
Not a storage room, but a fully functional small suite.
A large bed with dark gray bedding.
Even a private bathroom.
Was this Fu Beichen’s personal lounge?
An oversized black wardrobe hung with rows of custom-tailored suits, shirts, trousers, and ties…
He still preferred dark, understated colors, never anything flashy.
An open cabinet nearby displayed dozens of expensive accessories—watches, cufflinks, and more—all meticulously arranged.
She remembered giving him a pair of sapphire cufflinks a year ago, designed by her own hand. Sadly, he had never worn them once.
She pulled open a small drawer, revealing a blue velvet box—the very pair of cufflinks she had given him.
Pristine and gleaming!
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, she unzipped her purse…
Nodding in satisfaction, she prepared to leave.
Abruptly, footsteps and voices echoed from outside the office, growing closer.
Steady footsteps accompanied by a woman’s coquettish tone!
Her heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she slipped inside the hidden door, gently pulling it shut behind her, leaving only the narrowest crack.
Holding her breath, she peered through the gap.
The office door swung open.
Fu Beichen’s tall figure appeared, with Jiang Kexin clinging intimately to his arm.
Jiang Kexin wore a beautiful dress, her face slightly pale but radiating the coy charm of someone spoiled by favor.
“Bei Chen Gege, you promised to pick me up from the hospital yourself, but you sent the driver instead. I’m so disappointed.”
Jiang Kexin swayed his arm, her voice sickly sweet.
Fu Beichen’s expression remained neutral, though his tone was gentle.
“I had an unexpected Transnational Meeting this morning, which delayed me. Be good and sit for a while.”
He withdrew his arm and took a seat behind the desk.
“After you finish your work, you have to take me to that Japanese Cuisine place we talked about last time.”
Jiang Kexin followed him, her tone leaving no room for refusal.
“Alright,” Fu Beichen replied casually, turning on his computer.
“I knew Bei Chen Gege would be the best. I promise I’ll be very, very good and won’t disturb you.”
As she spoke, Jiang Kexin leaned in closer to him.
Standing there, she felt a sense of honor as the CEO’s wife.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Lin Qi walked in carrying a cup of coffee.
When he saw Fu Beichen seated behind the desk, with Jiang Kexin practically draped over him, his heart sank.
Oh no!
Where is the wife?
She was clearly here when I left earlier!
Could it be… she hid after seeing Miss Jiang arrive?
Fine beads of sweat formed on Lin Qi’s temple.
What a mess!
If, just if, Miss Jiang and Fu Zong were to… wouldn’t the wife be witnessing an affair right then and there?
Anyway… what an eyesore!
Would the agreement transfer go smoothly now?
No, I must warn the boss!
Steeling himself, Lin Qi stepped forward: “Fu Zong, your ten o’clock meeting with Miss Gu is approaching soon.”
He deliberately emphasized the words “Miss Gu.”
Jiang Kexin immediately pouted in displeasure and reached for the coffee in Lin Qi’s hand:
“Is this for me? Assistant Lin, you finally show some awareness.”
She shot Lin Qi a triumphant glance, as if the coffee were rightfully hers.
Lin Qi: “…”
This coffee was for the wife!
Jiang Kexin took a sip and scrunched up her face, “No sugar, no milk? How can anyone drink this? It’s too bitter!”
Lin Qi: “…”
Because the wife doesn’t like sugar or milk in her coffee.
“Miss Jiang, I’ll brew you another cup!”
Fu Beichen’s gaze shifted from the computer screen to Lin Qi. Though his expression was neutral, it instantly silenced Lin Qi.
Then, Fu Beichen said to Lin Qi:
“Have someone go to that dessert shop downstairs and buy some macarons and cakes that Kexin likes. She hasn’t had breakfast yet.”
Completely ignoring Lin Qi’s earlier reminder about the “ten o’clock meeting” and “Miss Gu.”
“Bei Chen Gege, you’re the best!”
Jiang Kexin immediately beamed, leaning over to plant a loud kiss on Fu Beichen’s cheek.
Lin Qi might as well have been invisible!
Then, with complete naturalness and disregard for anyone else, she sat on Fu Beichen’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Bei Chen Gege, the hot searches have been taken down now, thank you! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t know what to do!”
“…” Lin Qi’s eyelids twitched violently as he kept shooting meaningful looks at his boss.
Fu Zong! The wife! The wife might be watching!
Fu Beichen received Lin Qi’s signals but only gave him a faint glance, his tone completely flat:
“If the guest arrives, take them directly to meeting room three.”
Guest.
Not “Miss Gu,” but “guest.”
The meaning couldn’t be clearer—Gu Xingnian had no need to come to his office.
Or rather, at this moment, she shouldn’t be here.
Lin Qi’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach.
He understood.
The boss was clearing the area, or rather, deliberately creating distance.
Behind the hidden door, Gu Xingnian watched the scene expressionlessly.
‘Guest.’
Her knuckles turned white from gripping the doorframe.
So, she was merely a “guest” to be escorted to a meeting room.
While that woman could brazenly sit on his lap, receiving his indulgence and consideration.
The name she had just signed moments ago now seemed to burn with a scorching heat, making her fingertips tingle numb.
She watched the intimate pair outside, watching the indulgence on Fu Beichen’s face that she had never seen before.
A heart seemed to be slowly frozen, devoid of its former anticipation, leaving only indifference!
Lin Qi dared not say more, responding softly with a “Yes”!
He turned and quickly left the office.
“Ah!”
Jiang Kexin’s scream rang out as she accidentally knocked over the coffee cup, spilling it precisely onto Fu Beichen’s expensive shirt, where a dark stain rapidly spread.
Her face turned pale with fright, her voice trembling with tears.