The woman tried to slip away, but Wen Xiayue directly blocked her path.
The woman froze, her expression stiffening.
“Wen… Madam Qi, I really still have work to do…”
Wen Xiayue smiled faintly. “But I think you’re quite free. Even if you have other tasks, you can delay them. After all, I think the company can still function without you. Don’t you agree?”
With that, Wen Xiayue shoved the things in her hands toward her.
“You hold this. It’s making my hands hurt.”
The woman subconsciously took the items.
“Wait… Madam Qi…”
But Wen Xiayue ignored her and walked straight to the lounge area in the lobby, sitting down on the sofa with a plop.
The woman stood there holding the pile of things, unsure whether to advance or retreat. Her expression was extremely awkward.
Leaning comfortably on the sofa, Wen Xiayue crossed her legs and waved at her.
“Why are you standing so far away? Come here.”
Reluctantly, the woman walked over.
“I’m not going to eat you. You’re acting like I’m bullying you.”
The woman glanced at her, displeased. “Madam Qi, I already said I have work. Not everyone is as free as you. You’re interfering with my job.”
“Your job? Tell me, what exactly is your job?”
“Of course it’s to revolve around President Qi…”
“Oh, revolve around President Qi!”
Wen Xiayue dragged out her tone, smiling meaningfully.
Several employees passing by heard this and instinctively looked over.
“I… that’s not what I meant…” the woman stammered.
“Not what you meant?” Wen Xiayue interrupted, smiling even brighter. “Then what did you mean? Revolve around President Qi? Spin in circles?”
The woman’s face turned bright red. She opened her mouth but couldn’t say anything.
Wen Xiayue adjusted her posture lazily on the sofa.
Just then, the elevator “dinged,” and Qi Lanzhou walked out.
Those long legs, that figure, that face—even in the entertainment industry, he would be top-tier.
No wonder the little secretary had her own thoughts.
Seeing him walk toward her, Wen Xiayue immediately pouted, acting wronged.
“Hubby~”
Her voice was soft and sweet, making people’s bones feel weak. The nearby employees quickly lowered their heads, pretending to be busy, but all their ears were perked up.
Qi Lanzhou strode toward her and, the moment he got close, Wen Xiayue threw herself into his arms.
He instinctively caught her and held her.
“Be careful,” he said helplessly. “You’re pregnant.”
Wen Xiayue pouted.
Qi Lanzhou glanced at her, then looked at the secretary.
“What’s going on? Didn’t I tell you to go buy coffee?”
Secretary Wang quickly explained, “President Qi, I was about to go out, but I ran into Madam Qi. She asked me to carry her things…”
“President Qi, I don’t know why Madam Qi has a misunderstanding about me…”
Her eyes turned red as she spoke, looking pitiful, as if Wen Xiayue was truly bullying her.
Qi Lanzhou’s gaze fell to the lunch boxes in her hands.
So those were Wen Xiayue’s things?
She came to deliver him food?
His expression softened slightly. He lowered his head toward the woman in his arms.
“For me?”
Wen Xiayue poked his suit.
“Yes! I brought you food. But your little secretary said you were busy and didn’t have time to deal with my nonsense. So I called you to check if you were free! But your secretary said I misunderstood her! Husband! She said I misunderstood her—where exactly did I misunderstand her?”
Qi Lanzhou grabbed her wandering hand.
“Your hands are so cold,” he frowned. He wrapped her hand in his palm and rubbed it. “Didn’t you wear enough when you came out?”
Wen Xiayue froze for a moment, then felt a little warm inside, though she still complained, “Don’t change the subject. I’m talking about your secretary.”
Only then did Qi Lanzhou look at Wang Shuqi.
His gaze was calm and cold, making her heart tighten.
“President Qi, I… I didn’t mean it like that. I just followed your instructions. I wanted to say your afternoon meeting schedule is very full…”
“Are you very free?” Qi Lanzhou asked.
“I…”
“Since you know there’s an important meeting this afternoon, is sending you to buy coffee so everyone waits for you?”
Wang Shuqi’s face turned pale. “President Qi, I’ll go right away.”
She quickly put the lunch box on the coffee table and left in a hurry.
Wen Xiayue clicked her tongue softly.
“Satisfied now?”
Qi Lanzhou asked.
Wen Xiayue immediately let go of him.
“Satisfied? So you think I bullied your secretary?”
A classic reversal.
Qi Lanzhou smiled instead of getting angry. “Weren’t you here to deliver food? Take it and come to my office.”
Wen Xiayue immediately picked up the lunch box and followed him into the elevator.
Qi Corporation’s office was on a high floor. They were alone in the elevator.
Wen Xiayue hugged the container, sneaking glances at him.
Qi Lanzhou stared forward. His reflection in the mirrored wall showed a sharp profile—cold and distant.
Wen Xiayue pouted and poked his waist.
He didn’t move.
She poked again.
Still no reaction.
She was about to poke a third time when her hand was suddenly grabbed.
“Behave,” he said helplessly.
Wen Xiayue blinked innocently. “What did I do? I didn’t do anything.”
Qi Lanzhou looked down at her with a faint smile. “Not doing anything? If you keep poking, you’ll punch holes in my waist.”
Wen Xiayue burst out laughing.
“Qi Lanzhou, is your waist that sensitive?”
His eyes darkened slightly as he tightened his grip on her hand.
“Wen Xiayue.”
His voice lowered, carrying a hint of danger. “Are you sure you want to flirt with me in an elevator?”
Wen Xiayue froze, then her face turned slightly red.
“Who… who’s flirting with you?”
“If you touch me again, I’ll kiss you. Believe it or not?”
Qi Lanzhou bent slightly, leaning closer to her.
“This is an elevator…”
“Yes! And when it opens, everyone will see!”
“I was wrong!” Wen Xiayue instantly surrendered.
Qi Lanzhou didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned closer to her ear.
His posture was dangerously intimate.
“Where did you go wrong?”