After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

It's inexplicable.

Wei Yi suddenly gained a close friend despite their age difference.

Moreover, this guy is also the richest man in China this year.

But there's a saying that goes something like that.

When you find yourself chatting with someone.

He makes you feel especially comfortable.

Then you need to be careful.

Either this person is deliberately accommodating you.

Either this person has a much higher emotional intelligence than you.

After Ma Yun left.

Wei Yi realized what was happening.

He immediately realized the gap between himself and this big horse.

He sighed again.

I'm amazed that this person is capable of reaching the top.

Putting aside other things.

That's impressive in terms of emotional intelligence and communication skills.

Even someone like him, who has spent seven or eight years working in the neighborhood office, is far from being able to catch up.

The room still retained the air of Ma Yun's ambition.

Wei Yi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the traffic on Chang'an Avenue, which resembled a frozen, slow-moving river.

Wu Zhenhe walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind.

I really liked what you just said.

Her chin rested on his shoulder, her voice as soft as if it were floating down from the 56th floor of the clouds.

Wei Yi chuckled and turned to look at her, gazing at this alluring woman.

Ma Yun is indeed awesome.

Fortunately, it's alright.

I'm lucky.

He kissed his own Wu Zhenhe, "Which lines?"

"Every single sentence."

She looked up, her eyes filled with his image.

Outside the window, the winter scenery of Yanjing was gray and white, while inside, a warm breeze gently blew.

Wei Yi couldn't resist and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was fiercer than ever before.

It's like we were just in the mall, in the meeting room.

All those suppressed, unspeakable things were released.

Wu Zhenhe was pressed against the French windows by him.

Her back was pressed against the cold glass, while her front was pressed against his burning chest.

Fire and ice, two days of intense heat.

The aunt couldn't take it.

"Brother...no, not here..." She was clearly jealous, but she gripped his hand even tighter.

"Right here."

Wei Yi whispered in her ear, his voice so low only she could hear, "Right here!"

Wu Zhenhe closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again.

She didn't refuse again.

Because she knew she couldn't refuse him.

Outside the door, in front of the secretary's desk.

Chen Weiwei and Wang Yihan began to fidget.

Ma Yun has been gone for a long time.

But the two people hadn't come out yet; they'd been inside alone for almost two hours.

The key point is that the door to the reception room was ajar.

That door has excellent sound insulation.

Even if it's perfect, it's still fine if the door isn't closed properly.

That couldn't stop some intermittent, blush-inducing sounds.

Wang Yihan held her laptop, her eyes fixed on the screen, but the table on the screen hadn't been touched for quite some time.

Chen Weiwei, meanwhile, was holding a pen and unconsciously drawing circles on her notebook.

As she drew, she suddenly realized that all she was drawing were the outlines of that man.

She quickly closed the notebook, her face burning hot.

Wang Yihan leaned closer and asked in a whisper, "You said, is President Wu... with Chairman Wei...?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Chen Weiwei also lowered her voice, but her face was already red to the roots of her ears.

"I'm not making this up." Wang Yihan bit her lip, glancing towards the reception room. "Listen."

Chen Weiwei fell silent.

She actually heard it too.

That was Mr. Wu's voice.

She followed Wu Zhenhe for almost six years.

I have never seen Mr. Wu make such a sound in any situation.

Soft as melted candy, or like a kitten that has been bullied badly.

Intermittent, one sound after another.

How can I describe it?

She felt it should be called a pitiful wailing.

Thinking about this...

Chen Weiwei suddenly remembered what President Wu had told them before.

"You two have been with me for many years. I trust you."

"If you're willing... you can stay by my side forever."

"But I need you to help him vent when I need to. Of course, it would be even better if you could have his babies."

At that moment, she subconsciously thought of the concubine system in ancient times.

No, she wasn't qualified to be Mr. Wu's concubine, nor was she qualified to be Wu Zhenhe's concubine.

It should be the next level.

She was a maidservant in the concubine system.

Just like in Dream of the Red Chamber.

Just like Ping'er, Wang Xifeng's maid.

Chen Weiwei's face flushed.

Thinking to myself.

in case……

If one day Mr. Wu really lets them...

Chen Weiwei dared not think about it anymore.

But some thoughts, once they pop up, can never be suppressed.

In the reception room.

Wei Yi's phone suddenly rang.

He didn't listen, but just glanced at his phone.

The nickname that popped up on the screen was "Sister".

Wu Zhenhe also saw it.

She suddenly bit her lip and whispered, "Don't answer. If she hears me, she'll... she'll laugh at me."

Wei Yi glanced at her.

The light in her eyes was brighter than the lights outside the window.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Wei Yi chuckled, freeing one hand to press the answer button. "From now on, you can listen to her. No, I'll give you a live broadcast."

"Live broadcast what? Hey bro. Are you still at the CBD?"

Chen Xinyi's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of lazy sweetness.

"Hmm." Wei Yi's voice sounded a bit deeper than usual.

"Live broadcast of what? Oh, you're with Sister Wu now?"

"Um."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Chen Xinyi chuckled.

That laughter sounded like a cat smelling fish.

It's like a fox sneaking into a chicken coop.

"Don't stop," she said. "Let me hear it. How about we turn on the video? I want to watch the live stream first."

Wei Yi remained silent.

He glanced at Wu Zhenhe.

She shook her head frantically.

"Sister Wu refused."

He said, "How about we do a live phone broadcast first?"

"Oh, what a pity. Okay then."

He then placed his phone on the pillow next to Wu Zhenhe's ear.

Wu Zhenhe closed her eyes and bit her lip tightly.

But Chen Xinyi's voice still drifted out from that small phone, one sentence at a time.

"Sister Wu, isn't my brother amazing?"

"Sister Wu, your voice sounds so sweet. Speak louder!"

"Sister Wu, when he comes back, I want one too. I can't let you get it all."

Wu Zhenhe finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked at her phone, and gasped, "Xinyi, you...you're a complete pervert!"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Xinyi laughed even louder.

The laughter drifted down from the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 56th floor, into the winter night wind of Yanjing.

Outside.

Chen Weiwei and Wang Yihan no longer dared to look up.

They heard it.

I heard Mr. Wu's voice, and I heard the woman's laughter coming from the phone.

They dared not move, dared not speak.

But their heartbeats were all louder than the other's.

Like two drums being struck simultaneously.

I don't know how much time passed.

The meeting room finally quieted down.

Wei Yi leaned back on the sofa, with Wu Zhenhe nestled against his chest, like a fish pulled ashore.

The phone was still lit up.

The call hadn't ended yet.

Chen Xinyi's voice rang out again.

"Honey, bring my sister home for dinner tonight. I asked Aunt Zheng to make some soup for Sister Wu to nourish her."

Wu Zhenhe buried her face in Wei Yi's neck and chuckled softly.

"Okay," Wei Yi replied.

After hanging up the phone, Wei Yi lowered his head and kissed Wu Zhenhe's sweaty forehead.

"Is it alright?"

Wu Zhenhe raised her eyes, which were still glistening with tears.

"You just said... tonight, tonight I want to watch... the live stream," she whispered.

Wei Yi smiled.

Outside the window, the night in Yanjing was deep.