Chарtеr 23: With а Lovelу Wife at Homе, Рresidеnt Yuаn Nо Lоngеr Wants tо Wоrk Оvertime
Аftеr showеring in the guest bedrоom аcross the hаll, Yuan Нezhi stерped оut wrappеd in а blасk robe, its bеlt lооsеly tied, rеveаling glimpses оf his solid, broаd chest musсles.
His slightly dаmр blаck hаir wаs swept baсk, and his dаrk еyes sеemed tо hold а rеstlеss, hungry, surging intеnsity.
Seсretarу Zhао suddenly appeared, сrаdling a stack of dосuments in his arms. “Prеsidеnt Yuan, there’s an urgent meeting that requires your presence!”
Yuan Hezhi: “…”
The man’s noble eyes turned icy to an extreme degree.
Secretary Zhao swore he saw resistance in President Yuan’s gaze.
Hiss—
Was President Yuan resisting work?
That couldn’t be possible—it must be an illusion.
Secretary Zhao had graduated with a finance degree from a top-tier university and started as a junior secretary in the secretarial department of the Yuan Group.
But through relentless hard work, he had managed to replace Secretary Zhou by Yuan Hezhi’s side in just a few years, becoming President Yuan’s chief secretary.
It was precisely because he could keep up with President Yuan’s inhuman work pace that he had been promoted and entrusted with important responsibilities.
If anyone dared question President Yuan’s dedication to work, Secretary Zhao would be the first to disagree.
Yuan Hezhi pinched the bridge of his tall nose, walked into the study to review the documents, and then began the remote meeting.
An hour and a half later.
Secretary Zhao finished tidying up the desk for President Yuan and prepared to leave.
Yuan Hezhi: “Secretary Zhao.”
Secretary Zhao stopped in his tracks. “What are your instructions?”
Yuan Hezhi: “From now on, unless it’s an absolute emergency, all matters after work hours can be postponed until the next workday.”
Secretary Zhao’s eyes widened in shock and confusion, as if Yuan Hezhi had been possessed by an alien.
“Understood, President Yuan. I apologize for disturbing you tonight.”
“You’ve worked hard too.”
Sitting in his car, Secretary Zhao grew more and more puzzled. He then shared President Yuan’s instructions in the “Overtime Overtime! Utter Madness” secretaries’ group chat.
[Ahhh! Our President Yuan is finally going to live a normal life! Congratulations!]
[What kind of bizarre surprise is this? Am I so sleep-deprived I’m hallucinating? President Yuan doesn’t love work anymore?]
[President Yuan is married now. He has to devote some energy to his family. What normal man wouldn’t prefer a beauty over work? It’s understandable.]
Secretary Zhao suddenly realized—President Yuan’s newfound aversion to work was because of his marriage.
[Let’s be bold here—is President Yuan even normal? So many beautiful businesswomen and celebrities have thrown themselves at him, and he’d just say, ‘Stop smiling, your makeup is about to crack.’ Truly a man worthy of the surname ‘Yuan’!]
[Hahaha, I once suspected President Yuan was so overly abstinent he might be impotent.]
Yuan Hezhi walked into the master bedroom, where Jiang Li had been waiting so long she felt like flowers had wilted. Seeing him sit on the bed, she adopted a quick-and-done attitude, settling onto his lap and planting a firm kiss on his lips.
“Goodnight kiss. Goodnight, I’m going to sleep.” After saying this, Jiang Li scrambled back on all fours.
She forgot she was wearing a pink nightgown tonight—any slightly exaggerated movement would expose her butt clad in strawberry-patterned panties.
Before she could crawl away, Yuan Hezhi skillfully grabbed her slender ankle and pulled the fragrant, soft woman back into his arms.
Jiang Li: ?
Her drowsiness vanished instantly. If you wanted a hug or a kiss, you could’ve just said so!
Why did you have to pull me back by my ankle? Do you know how suggestive that move is? Do you know what the prelude to that move is? Do you know how indescribable the next step of that move is?Jiang Li’s cheeks flushed crimson as countless erotic manga scenes flooded her mind. She glanced hastily at Yuan Hezhi, her dewy eyes brimming with shyness and fluster.
Yuan Hezhi wasn’t wearing gloves. Upon closer observation, one would notice his palms never left her skin—not merely due to an overwhelming need for control, but also because his touch-starvation was severe, and it had worsened since having a wife.
“Are you angry?”
She had been waiting for him. He should have informed her before going to the study. He was in the wrong, and she was a little honey badger who couldn’t bear grievances. If she threw a tantrum, he would tolerate and understand.
Jiang Li: “I’m not angry, just a bit bored.”
Yuan Hezhi’s gaze was ascetic and bone-chilling, scrutinizing her without a hint of panic—or rather, scrutinizing Jiang Li in her pink nightgown.
His eyes were too condescending, making Jiang Li feel like merchandise awaiting appraisal or a lamb beneath a lion’s paw.
Unable to decipher his thoughts, she could only cautiously curry his favor.
Wah wah wah, Yuan Hezhi, you cold and heartless man, you win! Sending me this embarrassing nightgown, neglecting me for an hour and a half, and showing no interest in me at all—making me anxiously speculate about your intentions.
If this was an obedience test, then Yuan Hezhi had succeeded. From now on, if he sent nightgowns with less fabric, Jiang Li wouldn’t dare utter a peep and would even strive to wear them for his appreciation.
Yuan Hezhi’s eyes darkened as his thumb stroked the little dimple on her cheek. She seemed genuinely upset—her soft, sweet lips weren’t chattering incessantly.
Yuan Hezhi: “If you’re unhappy, say it. I like hearing you talk.”
She didn’t like this nightgown. Better not send any more in the future.
Jiang Li: “I’m really not unhappy!”
Cold and heartless man, I’ve seen through your fickle, unpredictable true nature!
Yuan Hezhi: “Sleep.”
Jiang Li burrowed under the covers. Actually… to be honest… this nightgown was quite comfortable, almost as comfortable as sleeping naked.
She cautiously shifted her limbs, like a mermaid swimming on the bed. Her calf seemed to brush against Yuan Hezhi, eliciting a muffled groan from the man.
Jiang Li froze like a chicken. “Sorry, hubby, I didn’t mean to… The nightgown you gave me is really comfortable. Will I receive gifts like this tomorrow?”
Yuan Hezhi’s calm and collected eyes rarely showed confusion.
Had his wife just performed some head-and-brain-swapping ritual? Why did she suddenly like this nightgown again?
“You will. Sleep.”
“Thank you, hubby. I’ll go dream about receiving your gifts now~”
“Alright.”
Yuan Hezhi lay in bed, unable to sleep. After Jiang Li fell into a deep slumber, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower.
His wife was still young—a full seven years younger than him. Moreover, her body was weak and frail. Intimacy couldn’t be rushed, but it needed to be scheduled soon, or he’d be the first to suffocate from restraint.
Jiang Li slept until nine o’clock. Today was the day Ye Yuchen would renew the betrothal gifts, but she deliberately hadn’t set an alarm.
In her previous life, Jiang Song’er hadn’t attended her betrothal banquet, acting utterly arrogant. Why should she rush over early twice in a row to fawn over them?
Jiang Li slowly eased her weary body and picked up her phone, finding several text messages and missed calls.
Madam Jiang texted Jiang Li, telling her not to come home today because Ye Yuchen and Jiang Song’er’s betrothal ceremony had been canceled.
Given Jiang Song’er’s level of determination, skipping the betrothal and directly registering their marriage with Ye Yuchen wasn’t impossible.Jiang Li opened the text message sent by Jiang Song’er again, which was filled with exclamation marks questioning whether she had been secretly scheming behind the scenes.
Jiang Li rolled her eyes and ignored Jiang Song’er.
It seemed Jiang Deming had uncovered something, which was why he had stopped Ye Yuchen from coming to propose, fearing his biological daughter would suffer if she married into the Ye family.
In her previous life, Ye Yuchen had been ambitious, plotting to swallow up the Jiang Group. In fact, he was almost successful, just one step away.
Now that the Jiang and Ye families were at odds, what would Ye Yuchen do? One thing was certain—he wouldn’t let it go.
A few days later, Jiang Li found out what Ye Yuchen had done.
Jiang Song’er sent Jiang Li several photos via WeChat—Ye Yuchen had invited Jiang Song’er out for a boat trip.
Ye Yuchen’s “white moonlight” was extremely jealous. Whenever Ye Yuchen took Jiang Li to the hospital for her hand condition, accompanied her back to her family home, or brought her to a banquet, the white moonlight would find all sorts of excuses to call Ye Yuchen away.
Jiang Li replied: “Sister, why are you the only one in the photos? You have such a great figure—did Ye Yuchen kiss you? I’ve heard that when a man has a physical attraction to a woman, that’s true love, and he’ll never be able to leave her for the rest of his life.”
Speaking of physical attraction…
When Yuan Hezhi wasn’t wearing gloves, his warm, large hands would always press against her skin, their presence impossible to ignore. Oh no, could it be that Yuan Hezhi, like the perverted doctor in Doctor! Doctor!, suffered from skin hunger?