A small candy

Chapter 48 Miss Jane was beaten
Ye Guizhou came back from England again. When he heard the news that Cheng Zhixu and Jian Ling had met their parents, he was so surprised that he almost knocked over the coffee in his hand.

He and his wife had been dating for eight years, building a relationship for ten, before finally getting married last year. How long had Cheng Zhixu and Jian Ling been dating? It had been a bit of a saga. He had every reason to suspect Cheng Zhixu had deliberately made such a fuss while he was away.

Cheng Zhixu was full of confidence after meeting the parents. He picked up the coffee cup in front of him and took a sip slowly. He smiled and said, "Meeting the parents was purely accidental, purely accidental..."

Seeing the bright smile on his face, Ye Guizhou couldn't stand it, so he sneered, got up and left, leaving him to pay the bill.

Cheng Zhixu raised an eyebrow. "Just pay the bill. It's only right to show respect to your elders." He stood up, straightened his shirt, and took the signed contract back to the company.

It was just past eleven in the morning. He had originally planned to have lunch with Ye Guizhou, but now he had angered the other person and he ran away. It was just right that he went back to the company to have lunch with his girlfriend.

Sitting in the car, Cheng Zhixu sent a message to Jian Ling, telling her: "Come up for lunch at noon."

Palm Pig: "Aren't you out for something?"

Orange Juice: "I finished it early."

Jian Ling sent an emoji of a little girl nodding obediently. Cheng Zhixu found it funny, and then, remembering Yu Zhijin's instructions that day, he added, "Show me the finished plan. I'll give it to you for reference."

Jian Ling suddenly felt nervous, as if the teacher was checking her homework. After hesitating for a long time, she replied, "Didn't we agree not to ask about my work?"

Cheng Zhixu thought about it, knowing what she was worried about, and said pertinently, "The idea is yours, and the plan is yours. I'll just help you improve it, it's no big deal. Anyway, your plan will be submitted, and if there are any shortcomings, your supervisor will provide you with supplements. I'm just doing my boss's job."

As expected, Jian Ling stopped worrying about it. When she went upstairs to eat lunch at noon, she printed out the plan she had been working on for many days, bound it into a book, and handed it to him.

She lay at the table, eating with her bowl in hand, and occasionally glanced up at the man opposite her. Seeing that he was concentrating on examining her, she couldn't help swallowing and felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Can you eat first and then look at it after you finish eating?" Jian Ling couldn't stand being nervous while eating, so she leaned over and covered the folder with her hand, not allowing him to look at it now.

Cheng Zhixu remained silent, his eyes fixed on the words between her fingers. This made Jian Ling anxious. She snatched the folder away, closed it, and put it aside: "Eat!"

Cheng Zhixu smiled, picked up the chopsticks to pick up some food, and glanced around, seeing a hint of green hidden under the sleeves of her loose sweater - the jade bracelet that Yu Zhijin gave her.

Seeing him staring at her wrist, Jian Ling rolled up her sweater sleeves and held out her hand to show him. The jade bracelet on her slender, fair wrist was just the right size, as if custom-made for her. The color was extremely pure and clear, and it was obvious that it was made of the finest material. She hadn't removed the gold chain she had originally worn, and the combination of gold and jade was delicate and graceful, which was particularly flattering.

"Does it look good?" Jian Ling shook her wrist, and the little golden pig pendant on the bracelet hit the jade, making a crisp tinkling sound.

Cheng Zhixu couldn't help but think of the beauty of that night. A similar voice echoed in his ears for a long time. He coughed softly and replied, "She's beautiful, and she looks good in anything she wears."

Jian Ling suspected that he had secretly read some secret book of love words. His words were as sweet as honey, and even she, who was good at acting coquettishly, had to admit defeat.

After they had lunch, Cheng Zhixu focused on helping her look over the project plan. Since the weather was cold, Jian Ling had lost her habit of taking a nap, so she lay on his lap and played a game on her phone.

Cheng Zhixu has always been incredibly efficient in handling work issues. In just half an hour, he held up his notebook and typed out one, two, three, four, and five points that needed to be revised and improved. He then printed them out directly on the office printer and asked her to take them back and slowly add to them.

Jian Ling climbed up and knelt on the sofa, looking at him with admiration: "Boss Cheng, if you keep doing this, I'll develop a bad habit of relying on you. It's not good."

Cheng Zhixu hadn't interfered with her work before because he was bound by rules and regulations and didn't want to discuss boring black and white documents with his close friends. But now, seeing her like this, he was quite pleased. He put his palm on her lower back, pulled her over, and hugged her again, whispering, "Then pay me according to the rules."

Jian Ling could sense something was wrong from his tone, and just as she was about to run away, he threw her onto the sofa. After rubbing her like this and that, he finally let her go back to the 26th floor.

Jian Ling thought angrily: He really shook the army's morale! She couldn't work properly anymore!
The plan written by Cheng Zhixu was completely different from the previous version, and it passed the final competition unsurprisingly.

Jian Ling had already planned it out. If the plan was not approved, she could use it to tease Cheng Zhixu: It would be too funny if the plan revised by the boss himself did not pass!
No chance to tease him now...

The work was done, and the atmosphere in the department was unusually relaxed. This was especially true when Yuan Xiao publicly announced that the company's annual meeting would be held at the Cheng Group's resort villa. Everyone cheered loudly and looked forward to it. The women discussed what kind of dresses to wear, while the men discussed whether they could win the grand prize at the annual meeting.

Of course, the prerequisite for achieving this joy is that each department must produce a program.

Yuan Xiao held a small meeting to let everyone discuss it. After all, it was a rare entertainment time in the whole year, so he had to show some sincerity.

Someone said, "Why not just sing in chorus? It saves time, effort and trouble."

As soon as the words came out, they were immediately opposed by everyone: "Isn't this perfunctory? It's just like the school art performance, often the class chorus is not outstanding, just for the numbers."

Yuan Xiao clapped his hands, signaling everyone to stop arguing and return to a normal discussion. After a long while, with no consensus, Yuan Xiao simply asked, "Does anyone among you have any special talents?"

"No, I'm not good at anything, but eating is my top priority." A male colleague quickly responded, causing everyone to laugh.

The atmosphere became lively again and everyone started talking and joking again.

Fan Yijun smoothed her hair, her voice reserved and unobtrusive amid the shouting of the crowd: "Actually, my singing is OK, but the rest is..."

Yuan Xiao didn't hear her words. Instead, he looked at Jian Ling, who was playing with her phone and not participating in the discussion. He called her name, "Jian Ling, what about you? Do you have any talent to show?"

Ever since he learned that she had an unusual relationship with Mr. Cheng, Yuan Xiao had been troubled for a long time. Later, after investigation, he found that there was indeed nothing unusual about this girl, and she was very diligent. He gradually let go of his grudge.

Seeing her unusual upbringing and temperament, they thought she might be able to demonstrate some outstanding talents, so as to avoid wasting time discussing it. In fact, all the discussions were just nonsense. At this age, everyone has lost the enthusiasm for participating in activities that they had when they were in school. If they can get away with such thankless tasks, they should just get by. If they can just sit back and do nothing, it would be even better.

Jian Ling was holding her phone and chatting with her roommates in the dormitory group. She was talking about her relationship with Cheng Zhixu and didn't listen carefully to what everyone was saying.

"Ah? What talent?" She looked confused.

Dai Wangchu turned his head and whispered a reminder to her. Jian Ling nodded: "I can do it all. Singing and dancing are no problem. I can also play a few instruments."

Yuan Xiao smiled, his expression very pleased, and immediately made a decision: "Then our department's program will be handed over to you. Meeting adjourned!"

Everyone stood up and applauded, feeling a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted. They had heard that the logistics department next door had prepared a skit with extremely awkward lines.

There was more resentment in Fan Yijun's eyes when he looked at Jian Ling. When he stood up, he moved the chair loudly, making a rustling sound that hurt people's ears.

Jian Ling didn't pay much attention. After the meeting, she walked towards the bathroom with her cell phone. On the way, she was chatting with her roommates. She was very happy to find out that some of them were in love.

After coming out of the bathroom, she stood in front of the sink to wash her hands, checked her makeup in the mirror, and combed her hair with her hands.

The cubicle door behind her clanged open, and Jian Ling paused as she caught sight of Fan Yijun's face in the mirror. She wore a smudge of brown lipstick, pale foundation, and dark eyeshadow, appearing domineering. The last time Jian Ling felt this same intensity was with Shen Qinghe, but that woman's aura radiated from within. This woman, at most, relied on makeup to create a somewhat oppressive aura.

There was nothing to be afraid of. After all, she had won the argument with Shen Qinghe beautifully.

Jian Ling didn't have any paper with her. She shook off the water droplets on her hands, turned her back and rolled her eyes: "Why are you looking at me with murderous eyes? I owe you money." She took the initiative.

Fan Yijun's face was cold, and his voice was even colder: "This is the secret to passing the year-end assessment and winning the competition. Oh, and you stole the show today too."

Jian Ling didn't understand her sarcasm: "Which one?"

"Can you please stop playing dumb?" Fan Yijun's face was very sour, and the sarcasm and contempt in her eyes couldn't be more obvious. "After hooking up with the supervisor, you hooked up with the guy above you. You are very capable, Jian Ling. I underestimated you before." After saying that, she covered her lips with her hands and smiled fakely, as if she had really seen it with her own eyes.

Jian Ling was stunned for a moment, subconsciously interpreting "the one above" as Cheng Zhixu, thinking she had discovered something. Then she thought of an incident long ago, when Fan Yijun had gossiped about her and Minglang behind their backs because he misunderstood their relationship, and presumably this time he was referring to Minglang as well.

Jian Lingqi laughed, and the eldest lady's temper was aroused. She cursed without hesitation: "Psychopath, are you having a paranoid attack?"

She didn't even look at Fan Yijun's face after she finished speaking, and walked out in her high heels. Suddenly, Fan Yijun grabbed her wrist and threw her back: "Who are you calling a psycho?!"

The bathroom floor had been mopped by the cleaning staff not long ago, and the tiles were wet and slippery. In addition, Fan Yijun swung out with great force, and Jian Ling slipped and hit her forehead on the bathroom cubicle door, causing her to see stars in pain.

Jian Ling covered her forehead, glared back, and roared, "I'm scolding you! You're really sick. You've been targeting me time and time again, and you think I'm not angry? You ignored my warning last time, didn't you? With such dirty thoughts, why would you join the planning department? You might as well apply to clean toilets! Higher education has produced people with dirty thoughts like you. I feel sorry for your parents!"

Fan Yijun was so angry that he completely lost his mind and rushed over to pull her hair.

Someone outside who heard the commotion rushed in and pulled the two apart. Dai Wangchu supported Jian Ling, while two other colleagues held Fan Yijun, neither side willing to give in.

Fan Yijun was furious and continued to curse at him from a distance: "Do you really think no one knows about the bad things you did? I saw it all with my own eyes. Every day at noon, after everyone left, you ran to the 48th floor to look for your old lover. I also saw that time when Special Assistant Ming gave you medicine and a bank card. Do you think you are superior because you are being kept by someone? Haha, you are really shameless."

The expressions of several of her female colleagues changed. They had all seen Jian Ling coming down from the 48th floor at some point or another, and some of the gossip had been passed around behind her back, never brought to light. Now that Fan Yijun had exposed her lies, everyone was unsure how to face Jian Ling.

Dai Wangchu was furious at the words he'd heard. He was about to rush over to argue with them when Jian Ling grabbed him and stopped him. She frowned and touched her forehead with her finger, "Forget it..."

The two of them left the bathroom, and a female voice comforting Fan Yijun could be vaguely heard from behind.

Jian Ling was in a terrible mood. Sitting at her workstation, she took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at her forehead. The spot where she had been hit was red and swollen, like a horn. Even foundation couldn't cover it. She, who always cared about her appearance, almost vomited blood.

Dai Wangchu grabbed a chair and sat over. He grabbed her arm and examined it. There were three red marks on her wrist from where Fan Yijun had pinched it. "Why did you fight with her?"

"Who wants to fight with her?" Jian Ling's chest heaved with anger. "She was the one who started it. My scalp hurts from being pulled. I've never seen anyone like that. She must be mentally ill!"

Dai Wangchu helped her comb her messy hair, hesitating to speak, and finally lowered his voice and said, "Aren't you going to tell...that person? There's no end to the rumors, and you'll always suffer if you don't make it public."

"I won't say anything. No matter what they think." Jian Ling felt angry in her chest. The more she was like this, the more stubborn she became. She didn't want to blame Cheng Zhixu for everything.

Thinking of this, she looked in the mirror again. The wound on her forehead was too obvious. She had never been so embarrassed before. Even when she had quarreled with Shen Qinghe before, she was always decent and dignified. Who knew that madman Fan Yijun would actually resort to violence!

Jian Ling picked up the phone on the table and told Cheng Zhixu that she would not go up to have lunch with him. Then she lay on the table in a daze, glancing at the mirror every once in a while, as if the redness and swelling would disappear on its own in a few seconds.

Facts proved that she was just wishful thinking. No matter how hard she looked, it was still there, clearly showing her failure.

Dai Wangchu watched her sulking there, her bangs drooping, unable to hide the redness and swelling. She looked wilted and pitiful, like an abandoned puppy, lifeless. She sighed silently, unsure if she had gone to such lengths, and briefly explained the situation to Minglang on WeChat.

As for whether Minglang wants to tell Cheng Zhixu, that is his business and it is up to him to decide.

Since Jian Ling sent the message to Cheng Zhixu a little late, Minglang had already ordered lunch for two. Then he received a WeChat message from Dai Wangchu. He frowned and went to the president's office after thinking for only three or five seconds.

Hearing this, Cheng Zhixu's face darkened instantly: "Was he beaten?"

Minglang held his phone, reading the chat content as he said, "Well, I heard that they had an argument in the bathroom. Miss Jian's colleague said some very unpleasant things, and then I don't know how it ended up being physical."

Cheng Zhixu's face became increasingly angry. Without hesitation, he strode out of the office, got into the elevator, pressed the familiar button for the 26th floor, and arrived at the planning department.

It was lunchtime, and everyone had gone to eat. The office was deserted. Jian Ling lay asleep on her desk, with Dai Wangchu by her side. She was about to get a glass of water when she caught sight of Cheng Zhixu. She paused and nudged the person next to her, "Jian Ling, Mr. Cheng is here."

Jian Ling's back shivered, and she raised her head suddenly. In her hazy vision, she saw a tall figure slowly approaching. She blinked hard. It was indeed Cheng Zhixu. Feeling depressed and with a pain in her forehead, her eyes welled up at the sight of him, and she fought hard not to cry.

Cheng Zhixu said nothing, took her hand and walked out. Jian Ling stared at the back of the man's hand, looking around in fear: "Let go first, what if someone sees..."

"So I saw it. It's not a shameful relationship." Cheng Zhixu interrupted her in a deep voice. Seeing her cautious look, he felt a little angry. He picked her up and carried her into the elevator regardless.

Jian Ling was even more surprised and struggled to get down. Cheng Zhixu warned her, "If you struggle again and fall down, I won't help you."

Jian Ling stopped moving and nestled in his arms. Thinking that no one else would come in the private elevator, she felt at ease enjoying his embrace and took the initiative to put her arms around his neck.

Cheng Zhixu looked at her with complicated eyes. He had underestimated her. He had always thought that with her delicate nature, if she suffered any grievances in the company, she would definitely take the initiative to act coquettishly and complain to him at the first time. But in fact, if Minglang hadn't told him, she would have kept it secret from him.

The elevator reached the 48th floor and opened with a ding. Cheng Zhixu carried her out. Two female secretaries who had not finished their work passed by in the corridor and were shocked.

Jian Ling noticed someone not far away from the corner of her eye, and quickly buried her face in Cheng Zhixu's shoulder, not daring to breathe, hoping that others would not recognize her.

Cheng Zhixu glanced at the two stunned secretaries, his expression blank, and said casually, "Let's go eat."

The two nodded blankly, held each other's hands and ran away, leaving behind the echo of high heels.

After entering the office, Cheng Zhixu put Jian Ling on the sofa. After waiting for a while, Minglang came over with a medicine box. He came quietly and left quietly.

Cheng Zhixu lifted her bangs to reveal her full forehead, then took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, and applied it to the red and swollen area. Jian Ling squinted her eyes, gasped softly, frowned, and complained, "This looks ugly."

"It's quite ugly." Cheng Zhixu looked at it expressionlessly for a moment and gave his evaluation.

Jian Ling: “…”

After applying the medicine, Cheng Zhixu cleared the things on the table, put his hands on his knees and looked at her, staring at her quietly for a long time without saying a word.

Jian Ling was feeling anxious. She kicked off her shoes and rubbed his trouser legs with her feet, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you speak?"

Cheng Zhixu's voice was cold, as if it contained ice. "Can't you tell I'm angry? Why didn't you tell me what happened? You had to wait for me to hear it from someone else. Jian Ling, listen, I let you work at Cheng Corporation because I followed your personal wishes. I never thought of asking you to completely draw a line between you and me in the workplace. You are my girlfriend, no matter the situation. You're so serious, it really hurts my heart."

Jian Ling cried out in injustice, and laid in his arms to explain: "I didn't mean to hide it from you, I just didn't know how to tell you, I feel so embarrassed."

Cheng Zhixu said coldly: "Do I dislike you?"

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. I won't do it again next time." Jian Ling frantically leaned forward and kissed his face, again and again, until his expression softened.

Cheng Zhixu patted her on the back and sighed, "Don't let me catch you next time."

The two of them made three rules, and only after Jian Ling promised to think of him first in the future did Cheng Zhixu pick her up and carry her to the table to eat. She was trying to please him, hanging her hands around his neck and clinging to him, being more demanding than ever before, insisting he feed her.

Cheng Zhixu said he felt disgusted, but he did not refuse her. He put spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. She would occasionally bite the spoon mischievously, which finally made him laugh.

　These two are so disgusting, woooo, so sweet that my face is bleeding...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)