After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

By November, Yanjing had fully entered winter.

Daytime highs hover around seven or eight degrees Celsius, while nighttime temperatures plummet to near freezing.

The snow hadn't fallen yet, but the sky was terribly overcast.

Wednesday, 9:30 a.m.

The black Red Flag was parked on time in the Palm Springs underground parking garage.

The entrance to the elevator lobby of the underground parking lot of Building 2.

Wei Yi, wrapped in a dark gray wool coat, climbed into the back seat.

Xiao Wang handed over a cup of steaming hot soy milk, saying that it was prepared at the request of General Manager Wu.

The soy milk was freshly ground, with red dates and goji berries added, and the sweetness was just right.

Wei Yi took a sip of soy milk and thought to himself that he must have drunk far too much goji berries in his past life.

I'm so tired of drinking it!

I absolutely don't need it in this lifetime!

However...

It tastes alright.

Really fragrant!

The car spun in the morning rush hour traffic for almost forty minutes before finally coming to a stop in front of Tower A of the China World Trade Center Phase 3.

Wei Yi got out of the car and looked up.

The deep blue glass curtain wall building of China World Trade Center Phase 3 pierces the gray sky.

The weather isn't very good today; the highest layers are hidden behind low-hanging clouds and can't be seen clearly.

He followed Xiao Wang into the lobby of Building A, and as soon as he turned the corner of the revolving door at the entrance, he involuntarily paused for a moment.

Wu Zhenhe stood in the center of the lobby, wearing a camel-colored cashmere coat, her hair neatly styled, and two South Sea pearls on her earlobes gleaming like jade under the lights.

He was also wearing glasses that were clearly just for decoration.

Wei Yi almost suspected that she could read minds and knew that he had recently become obsessed with the girl with glasses.

Behind her stood two rows of people, seven or eight in each row, dressed in suits and ties, looking professional.

They all wore employee badges from Guoxin Rating Company, and everyone stood in neat rows, their eyes all fixed on the same direction.

"Chairman Wei, welcome to visit China Credit Rating."

Wu Zhenhe greeted her with a smile, her tone carrying just the right amount of professionalism.

When I shook hands with him, I gently hooked my little finger into his palm.

Wei Yi's eyes lit up, thinking to himself that today she looked like a high-end professional woman version of Sister Wu!

That's great.

This is amazing!

There were just too many people around.

Moreover, the Huaxia Zun Building had only been under construction for a little over a year.

Tower A of China World Trade Center Phase 3 is now the most upscale office building in the entire capital with the highest occupancy rate.

Almost all the companies that can work here are Fortune 500 companies and industry giants.

We can't afford to lose face.

The street office director needs to demonstrate his abilities.

He'll be the chairman of a state-owned company someday!

He tried to control his facial muscles and put on a polite smile.

It's that kind of smile that can perfectly serve as a backdrop for the male lead.

His smile, combined with his attire, caught Wu Zhenhe's eye.

Those alluring eyes immediately became filled with longing.

Their setup is indeed quite large.

The other office workers waiting for the elevator in the lobby all turned their heads to look.

A man who looked like a senior executive at a foreign company, carrying a briefcase, lowered his voice and asked the receptionist he knew well:

"Which company is this? Such a big fuss!"

The female manager at the front desk stared intently at Wei Yi's retreating figure, and whispered a reply:

"Guoxin Rating seems to be a new small company with a state-owned enterprise name. They just moved here, occupying the entire 56th floor. The prettiest one looks like their general manager; today they seem to be welcoming their chairman, but she looks so young!"

The foreign company executives' expressions shifted back and forth between shock and disbelief.

Wu Zhenhe led Wei Yi toward the private executive elevator.

The two rows of people behind me automatically split into two lines and followed, taking the other elevators that required queuing.

After the elevator doors closed, only the two of them remained in the enclosed space. She leaned closer and lowered her voice: "How was it, Chairman? How was your first day at work?"

"I feel like I've been tricked onto a pirate ship."

"Too late. The ship has already left."

The elevator came to a stop on the 56th floor, and as soon as the doors opened, Wei Yi was stunned.

He had originally expected to see the standard interior design of a financial company—

White lacquered panels, gray carpet, rows of cubicles, and several abstract paintings hanging on the wall.

But this floor in front of us is completely different.

The corridor is lined with dark walnut wood veneer, and the floor is covered with thick, handmade Persian carpets that can soak up the soles of your shoes.

The paintings hanging on the wall are not abstract paintings, but genuine original oil paintings. Judging from the brushstrokes and use of color, they are at least at the level of a provincial-level art association member.

The sofa in the reception area is made of genuine leather that looks impressive, and there are blue and white porcelain tea sets on the coffee table. In the corner stands a bronze sculpture that is half the height of a person.

"Sister Wu, is this an office building? I don't think so. What was this floor used for before?"

Wu Zhenhe spoke casually. "This entire floor is mine. I used to rent it to a club as a private banquet hall for business receptions. They spent a lot of money on the renovations."

"My lease is about to expire, and I was wondering whether to renew it. But then I thought, Guoxin Ping needs an office, so why not keep it in the family? I'll just take it and use it."

"How much is the rent?"

"Not expensive."

Wei Yi thought to himself, "I can't believe you when you say it's not expensive."

Just like you said you'd be passing by the UN General Assembly and would take a look.

This is Tower A of China World Trade Center Phase 3.

It is basically the most expensive office building in the entire capital.

However, he did not ask any further questions and followed Wu Zhenhe inside.

Passing through the reception area and open office area, at the end of the corridor is a double walnut wood door.

Wu Zhenhe pushed open the door and stepped aside to let him in first. "This room is yours, and mine too. It's a joint office for the chairman and general manager."

The floor-to-ceiling windows face the Guomao Bridge and Chang'an Avenue, offering such a stunning view that it makes your legs weak.

Standing by the window, one can see most of Yanjing City.

The outline of the Western Hills in the distance was faintly visible under the leaden-gray clouds.

The office is at least 150 square meters, with a private bathroom, a private lounge, and a private tea room. The bookshelves are filled with brand-new economics and management books, and even the pothos on the desk has been watered.

Two desks and two chairs face each other; what if two people were to work here?

They could see each other with just a glance.

This is Sister Wu.

What a clever idea!

"This is the 'temporary office' you mentioned?" Wei Yi sat down in the chair for a moment, then stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"It's temporary. We'll replace it with a bigger one when the company grows up."

Wu Zhenhe leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, her eyes filled with his image.

Just as Wei Yi was about to say something to express his shock, Wu Zhenhe walked over, took his hand, and her tone suddenly became much softer than before. "These are all for you, no rush. Come on, let me show you another room. That's the most important part of today's tour."

She led him through the corridor and turned into another equally grand walnut wood door at the end.

This room is even larger than the chairman's office, encompassing the most prime part of the entire floor, and is estimated to be at least five or six hundred square meters.

Upon entering, you'll find a private home theater with leather sofas, a laser projector, and surround sound—a setup even more extravagant than the one in Palm Springs.

Further inside are a small kitchen and a separate dining room, with the kitchen fully equipped with a refrigerator, oven, and induction cooker.

Further inside is the bedroom, where a Simmons king-size bed faces another floor-to-ceiling window, allowing you to see the Beijing skyline from your bed.

The mattress was covered with brand-new light gray bedding, and scented candles and an unopened bottle of red wine were already placed on the bedside table.

Further inside, there's another room with a construction sign, but it's empty for the time being.

"This is the game room I reserved especially for you."

Wu Zhenhe pointed to the room that wasn't finished being renovated yet, "I know you like playing games. The gaming chair, curved screen, and dedicated graphics card PC are all top-of-the-line. I don't know much about these things, so I had a professional make a configuration list for me. You can review it later, and if you're not satisfied, we can change it."

Wei Yi stood at the door of the game room.

He felt that the happiest moment of his life so far was neither when Tage secured funding nor when Guoxin Ratings successfully registered.

But now.

What moved him even more than these things was the composure with which Wu Zhenhe did all of this.

She didn't ask him if he wanted it, nor did she tell him the budget; she simply arranged everything quietly.

Then I brought him to see it, like showing him a gift that had been prepared in advance.

Just as he was about to say something to express his gratitude, Wu Zhenhe gently wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

Her breath fell on his back, warm and carrying a delicate fragrance like orchids and musk.

"I missed you." Her voice was muffled, with a lingering quality that made her sound nothing like a 36-year-old aunt.

She looks like a sixteen-year-old girl.

Wei Yi turned around.

Her eyes were slightly red, whether from working overtime and staying up late, or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Forehead……"

He thought, "We haven't seen each other for only two days."

And there was a big event just four days ago.

But after being hugged like that, he really did want to.

He turned around and reached out to touch her pretty face behind her decorative glasses. It was true, she looked even better with glasses on.

Wei Yi couldn't resist and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her lips.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently against his lips, like two startled butterflies.

Then he lowered his head and whispered something in her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes misty, and then tiptoed to kiss him.

"The bed in the bedroom is newly replaced." Her voice was as soft as a feather falling on silk.

"How much?"

"I'm not quite sure, but it seems to be around 300,000 or so?"

"We'll have to try it out and see if it's worth the price."

She chuckled, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the leaden gray sky of Yanjing in winter, the entire city unfolding quietly beneath the clouds.

The bedroom was well-heated, and the scented candles on the bedside table, though not yet lit, already emitted a faint fragrance of gardenias.

Simmons mattresses are indeed very soft.

The movement was so loud, yet there was no sound.

This money was well spent.