"Come in."
"Chairman, I've brought you coffee." The woman placed a freshly brewed cup on his desk.
"Understood, you may go."
The strong, pungent aroma displeased Wen Zhiyan. He looked up to see a woman standing before his desk, subtly swaying her body and smiling at him.
"Do you have any other business?"
"Chairman, isn't Assistant Xin injured?" The woman rested one hand on the desk, propping up her chin, while the other slowly moved towards Wen Zhiyan's hand, which was pressing down on some documents. "Would the Chairman be willing to let me act as your temporary assistant?"
"No need. I've already found someone." Wen Zhiyan moved his hand away. "If you have nothing else, please leave. And next time, send someone else to deliver coffee."
"Chairman." The woman drew out her words, her gaze lingering suggestively on Wen Zhiyan. "Did I do something wrong? If the Chairman could point it out, I'll change immediately."
"Leave. Change your perfume. The scent you're wearing makes people uncomfortable."
He thought how much better his own Miāomiāo was, with her faint, delicate fragrance that made one feel fond of her.
The woman's expression instantly changed. Wasn't the Chairman rumored to be a gentleman, despite his disability?
She had unbuttoned her blouse to the lowest possible button, yet he hadn't even glanced at her.
However, if she left now, she'd likely never get into the Chairman's office again. And when Xin Xuan returned, her position might even be reassigned.
She was capable, and attractive enough. Why couldn't the Chairman see her?
It must be the Chairman's wife, keeping him too suppressed, that's why he wouldn't look at her. Yes, it had to be that. Once she was with the Chairman, she would utterly ruin that woman.
With that thought, the woman gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked around the desk towards Wen Zhiyan.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Wen Zhiyan's face turned utterly cold, as dark as ink. "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite."
"Chairman, I have both ability and looks. Why can't you choose me?" The woman was unfazed, gazing at the man before her with infatuation. "Chairman, what's so good about your current wife? She never comes to see you at the company all year round."
"This shows that Madam doesn't like you at all." The woman unbuttoned the remaining buttons on her blouse, a hint of madness appearing on her face. "If you marry me, I'll not only serve you at home but also advance with you at the company. Isn't that better?"
Seeing her actions, Wen Zhiyan quickly pulled up his folder to shield his eyes and simultaneously reached for the phone.
Damn it, what kind of day was this? One after another causing trouble. It seemed he'd need to find an assistant with some martial arts skills.
Xin Xuan's slight build couldn't handle this.
"You can't make that call." The woman cried out when she saw this. "No, Chairman, you're mine. You love me, I love you. When you divorce that woman, we can have a good life together."
"Get out!"
"Well, what's all this commotion? I seem to have arrived at an inopportune moment."
"Who is it?" The woman's gaze turned sinister as she looked towards the doorway.
Standing at the entrance, Fang Miaomiao instinctively covered Wen Yanan's eyes. "Be good, son. You'll get warts if you look at this, you can't watch."
Wen Yanan obediently replied, "Okay."
"Miaomiao, save me."
Seeing who had arrived, Wen Zhiyan's fierce demeanor vanished, replaced by a pitiful expression as he looked at Fang Miaomiao. "This woman, who knows where she came from, is trying to assault me. Miaomiao, save me."
Fang Miaomiao's eye twitched upon hearing this. The anger she'd felt from what she'd just witnessed subsided by half.
After lunch, Wen Yanan had been saying things to her intermittently. Upon asking, she learned that the child wanted to bring lunch to his father and perhaps go shopping.
Shopping was fine, but bringing lunch made Fang Miaomiao hesitate.
After all, the original host and she, despite being Wen Zhiyan's wife and the lady of the Wen Group, had never set foot inside the Wen Group building.
Would going to deliver lunch so suddenly feel awkward?
Finally, persuaded by Wen Yanan and egged on by Mama Lin, Fang Miaomiao, with a thermal container in hand, got into the car with the little soldier.
With Wen Yanan, that living billboard, Fang Miaomiao was able to enter the Wen Group building without any hindrance.
Fang Miaomiao even felt a fleeting sense of being a domineering CEO.
However, this feeling came to an abrupt halt the moment she pushed open the door to the Chairman's office.
A woman with a flamboyant appearance and a figure she envied was disheveled in her future husband's office? And engaged in some suggestive actions.
"Good son, you wait outside. The door isn't open inside. Don't let anyone in, understand?"
"Okay." Wen Yanan closed his eyes, turned, and exited, closing the door behind him.
His actions were swift and seamless.
"My apologies, it seems I've interrupted your pleasantries."
Fang Miaomiao spoke with a smile, but her face held no trace of apology.
Upon seeing Fang Miaomiao, the woman's expression also changed, and she frantically pulled her clothes together. "We, we're not what you think."
"What do I think?" Fang Miaomiao placed the thermal container on the desk. "Explain it to me."
"I..." The woman glanced at Wen Zhiyan, unable to speak, then gritted her teeth and said, "I like the Chairman. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Fang Miaomiao was taken aback. She then looked at the woman, who had started crying rivers, and it seemed as if she were the one breaking them up.
"Miaomiao, save me. I've never even seen her before."
Wen Zhiyan looked even more wronged. "Besides, these people are usually not allowed into my office. It was because Xin Xuan was injured that she came to deliver coffee. I really didn't look, Miaomiao, you have to believe me."
The woman looked at Wen Zhiyan in disbelief, her eyes like those of a jilted lover. "Chairman, how can you say that? If it weren't for you just now, I wouldn't have..."
Wen Zhiyan pushed his wheelchair towards Fang Miaomiao.
The woman panicked, and despite her ten-centimeter heels, she rushed forward and grabbed Wen Zhiyan's wheelchair. "Chairman, don't be afraid. We love each other, she can't interfere so much."
"Miaomiao."
Wen Zhiyan was furious, yet afraid that Fang Miaomiao would actually get angry. "Wife, save me! Someone is trying to molest your husband."
Fang Miaomiao couldn't help but let out a snicker.
Wen Zhiyan looked resentfully at the woman who was still laughing and not coming to his rescue, and a surge of annoyance rose within him. Didn't this woman care about her husband being harassed?