The moment work ended, Su Wanqing finished typing the last document, printed the files that needed signing, and headed toward the CEO’s office.
Standing outside the door of Li Yuancheng’s office, she took a deep breath.
She was going to meet him eventually.
She gently knocked.
“Come in.” A deep, low voice came from inside.
Su Wanqing pushed the door open and walked straight to the man seated in the executive chair, placing the documents on the desk.
“President Li, the documents you requested have been printed.”
The man’s sharp brows furrowed slightly—perhaps uncomfortable with her formal address. He looked up and froze for a moment.
All this time, Su Wanqing had never hidden her affection for him. Because of the close relationship between their families and pressure from both sides, she had become his secretary.
Whether it was her persistent pursuit, or her subtle and overt attempts to seduce him, it had always irritated him… even made him somewhat repulsed.
Li Yuancheng had been the heir carefully cultivated by his family since childhood—privileged, capable, always getting whatever he wanted.
If there was anything he regretted, it was a childhood joke he once made to Su Wanqing:
“When we grow up, I’ll marry you.”
A casual childish remark—yet Su Wanqing had remembered it for over a decade. That single sentence had become the beginning of all her attachment.
But no matter where she appeared, Su Wanqing was always meticulously dressed—makeup perfect, every strand of hair in place, outfits highlighting her stunning figure. At times, it almost looked like she wanted to strip everything off in front of him.
Yet today…
Her hair was tied in a simple bun. Light makeup. A plain blouse and pencil skirt—professional, restrained.
This was rare. In fact, he had never seen her dressed like this before.
Another tactic?
He wasn’t being narcissistic—over the years, Su Wanqing had tried so many approaches on him that they could fill a whole autobiography.
“President Li?” Su Wanqing’s voice pulled him back.
To her, this man—who in the novel was responsible for her downfall—was still the male lead. Even if the original “villainess” had been at fault, she couldn’t help feeling a hint of fear deep down.
Li Yuancheng snapped back to attention, picked up his pen, and signed the documents quickly before handing them back to her.
So this was the male lead of the story.
As for appearance—he was indeed pleasant to look at. Unlike Gu Hengzhi’s cold and oppressive aura, Li Yuancheng carried the warmth and elegance of a refined young noble.
After finishing work, Su Wanqing got into the driver’s seat. She placed a cherry mini cake she bought downstairs beside her, then picked up her phone and scrolled through contacts until she found the home number.
It rang twice before being answered.
“Madam? Do you need something?”
“Ask Uncle Zhang to send me Shimu’s kindergarten location. I’ll pick him up later,” Su Wanqing said.
“Ah—yes, Madam. But the pickup card is still at home. Should we send it over?”
Su Wanqing glanced at the time. “I’ll come back and get it.”
She hung up, and soon received the location and classroom details. She started the engine.
As dusk fell, autumn arrived early—the sky was already dim before six.
She parked in front of the kindergarten, took the small cake, and got out of the car.
The building was a luxurious Gothic-style structure—this was the most prestigious elite kindergarten in City A.
After entering and swiping her access card, she quickly located Shimu’s classroom.
Perhaps because she had gone back for the pickup card, she was a bit late. Only a few soft, chubby little children remained in the classroom, all wearing neat little suits. Among them, Shimu stood out the most—sitting on his chair, quietly playing with a puzzle, his expression serious yet adorably mismatched with his age.
The teacher soon noticed Su Wanqing at the door and opened it.
“Hello, may I ask who you are?”
Su Wanqing turned and smiled. “Hello, I’m Shimu’s mother.”
The teacher clearly froze for a moment. “You…”
“I’ve been busy with work and rarely have time to accompany him,” Su Wanqing explained.
The teacher smiled apologetically. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t expect Shimu’s mother to be so young.”