“Wow! This looks delicious.”
Qin Ruoyao praised enthusiastically.
She picked up a piece of sweet-and-sour pork ribs with her chopsticks and took a bite. As she chewed, she nodded repeatedly.
“Mmm, it’s really good.”
“Sweet and tangy.”
“We should go eat at the restaurant together next time.”
Seeing how much she enjoyed it made Mo Junlin happy as well.
He immediately placed another rib into her bowl.
“If you like it, eat more.”
After eating for a while, Qin Ruoyao began to feel full and slowed down.
Then she suddenly announced,
“I wrote two songs this morning!”
“Wrote songs?”
Mo Junlin paused and looked at her curiously.
“You can write songs?”
Qin Ruoyao immediately told him everything—from accidentally discovering Director Zhang and Director Li arguing to how she ended up helping them.
She even proudly mentioned how useful the title of “President’s Wife” turned out to be.
Nobody seemed worried about her causing trouble.
Mo Junlin simply shook his head and laughed.
Useful?
That identity practically let her do whatever she wanted in the company.
He continued eating without commenting.
Seeing that she hadn’t received even a single compliment, Qin Ruoyao became dissatisfied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I’m talented too, alright?”
“Alright, alright.”
Mo Junlin surrendered immediately.
“No talking while eating.”
“Finish your lunch first.”
“Afterward, you can ask me for whatever reward you want.”
“Now eat properly.”
He handed her chopsticks again.
“Fine.”
Pouting, Qin Ruoyao resumed eating.
After lunch, Mo Junlin leaned back and looked at her thoughtfully.
“I only found out today that my wife is beautiful and talented.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“What else do you know that I don’t?”
He suddenly realized how little he truly knew about her.
Both in this life and the previous one.
Qin Ruoyao rolled her eyes.
“I know all sorts of things.”
“There was a period when I liked singing and dancing.”
“My mom even hired professional teachers for me.”
“She always thought girls who could dance had great elegance.”
“When I was in school, everyone around me was incredibly competitive.”
“Piano, violin, calligraphy, painting…”
“Everyone seemed to have some special talent.”
“So I wanted one too.”
“My aunt is a pianist, so I figured I already had a convenient teacher nearby.”
“That’s why I learned piano from her.”
She continued,
“I majored in business management at university.”
“My dad said that even though my brother would inherit most responsibilities, I should still understand how businesses are run.”
“It was exhausting.”
“I’ve decided I never want to work in the future.”
“Nine-to-five jobs are terrible.”
“Ordinary employees have no rights at all.”
“One mistake and someone criticizes you.”
“I don’t want to be a strong career woman.”
Then she thought of someone she had met earlier.
“Today I met one, though.”
“Director Su from the Artist Department.”
“Efficient. Independent. Powerful.”
“She has an incredible presence.”
“But I could never be like her.”
Mo Junlin listened attentively.
He imagined all the years she had spent learning one skill after another.
Every talent required time and effort.
It couldn’t have been easy.
Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, he pulled her into a hug.
“If you don’t want to work, then don’t.”
“Your husband can afford to support you.”
For once, he meant every word.
Then he asked,
“What songs did you write today?”
“Did you record them?”
“Let me hear.”
He was familiar with Director Zhang’s project.
The production was already in post-production and scheduled to air next month.
The soundtrack had been their biggest problem.
The music department had been under pressure for weeks.
Considering how much the company had invested in the drama, Mo Junlin hadn’t expected Qin Ruoyao to solve the issue.
Without hesitation, she pulled out her phone and played the recordings.
After the first song ended, she immediately looked at him expectantly.
“Well?”
“What do you think?”
Mo Junlin genuinely liked it.
The melody was memorable.
The arrangement felt right.
He was certain it would become popular.
Nodding firmly, he listened to the next song.
And then the next.
After hearing them all, he grabbed her face and kissed her enthusiastically.
“You’re amazing.”
“My wife is incredibly talented.”
“You helped solve a huge problem.”
“What reward do you want?”
Hearing the word “reward” made Qin Ruoyao smile.
But after thinking about it, she couldn’t come up with anything.
She lacked nothing.
Shaking her head, she said,
“No need.”
“I already got paid by Director Zhang.”
“Alright.”
“If you can’t think of anything now, save it for later.”
“The offer never expires.”
Glancing at the clock, Mo Junlin saw that it was already past noon.
It was time for her to rest.
He brought her into the private lounge connected to his office.
“I have a lot of work this afternoon.”
“Get some sleep here.”
“Tonight I’ll introduce you to a few friends.”
“Friends?”
Qin Ruoyao immediately became curious.
“Your childhood friends?”
Mo Junlin smiled.
“A few people I grew up with.”
“You’ll meet them tonight.”
“Now rest.”
“I still have meetings.”
Seeing him return to work made Qin Ruoyao feel a little sorry for him.
Her expression softened.
Looping her arms around his neck, she said dramatically,
“Oh, President Mo.”
“You work way too hard.”
“My heart aches for you.”
She truly couldn’t understand why anyone enjoyed working.
Ordinary employees earned little money.
Big bosses earned plenty, but they worked themselves to death.
At least being a carefree rich girl seemed far more efficient.
Mo Junlin couldn’t help smiling.
Lowering his head, he rested his forehead lightly against hers.
His gaze remained fixed on her eyes.
“If I don’t work hard and make money…”
“How am I supposed to support my wife?”
His dark eyes reflected her image perfectly.
The look was so sincere that it almost felt dangerous.
Qin Ruoyao felt her heart skip a beat.
Over the past several days, he had been considerate in every possible way.
He took care of her.
Thought about her.
Protected her.
Even if some of it began as responsibility, she couldn’t deny his sincerity anymore.
How could someone like that not move her?
These people weren’t fictional characters.
They were real.
And for the first time, she truly decided to open her heart to him.
Mo Junlin watched the changes in her eyes.
Surprise.
Confusion.
Then warmth and light.
Without saying a word, Qin Ruoyao answered him through actions instead.
She leaned forward and kissed him.
Faced with such an invitation, Mo Junlin had absolutely no intention of refusing.
His arms wrapped around her as he kissed her back.
…
Five o’clock in the afternoon.
After finally finishing his meetings, Mo Junlin returned to his office.
The conference had lasted much longer than expected.
The moment he opened the door and saw the woman sitting on the sofa, the coldness in his eyes instantly melted away.
“When did you wake up?”
“Have you been in the office the whole time?”
Qin Ruoyao smiled brightly when she saw him.
“Only about an hour.”
“I didn’t feel like going anywhere.”
“Are you done with your meetings?”
“Should I make you a cup of coffee?”
After he left to work, she had rested for most of the afternoon.
Now that she knew how hard he worked, she felt increasingly sympathetic.
She wanted to help somehow, even if only a little.
Mo Junlin shook his head.
“No need.”
Then he sat beside her and opened his arms.
“Just let me hug you.”
Breathing in her familiar scent, the tension from hours of meetings gradually faded away.
Only after several moments did he release her.
“Come on.”
“We’re going to dinner.”
“They should be arriving soon too.”
He pulled her to her feet.
Qin Ruoyao blinked.
“Huh?”
“Isn’t there still an hour before work ends?”
Leaving early felt wrong.
Mo Junlin simply picked up her handbag and took her hand.
Then he replied with only four words:
“I’m the boss.”
And with that, he led her out of the office.