A small candy

Chapter 50 Jian Ling and Mr. Cheng are indeed dating
Jian Ling leaned back on the sofa, the alcohol taking effect, her head growing increasingly dizzy. She frowned uncomfortably. Next to her sat a male colleague from the administration department, whom she had rejected in person. He was asking about her well-being and even offered to take her home.

Come back home?

Jian Ling grasped this key word and sat up on the sofa with her hands. Fortunately, she had her handbag in her hand. She closed her eyes and fumbled in the bag, and finally took out her cell phone.

The male colleague thought she was going to call her family, so he reached out to stop her and asked again earnestly, "Where is your home? I drove here and I'll take you home."

Jian Ling said nothing, her brows furrowed. She pushed his hand away, lowered her head, turned on the phone screen, opened her eyes wide and unlocked her face. The colorful apps on the screen seemed to be holding hands and circling in front of her eyes.

The internet-addicted girl intuitively clicked on the first green dial button at the bottom, and with a random press of her finger, she dialed the number of someone in the call log.

The person she spoke to most frequently was Cheng Zhixu. The name "Cheng Zhixu" accounted for two-thirds of the call log. If she pressed a button casually, the most likely number she would get through was his.

Jian Ling subconsciously realized this, which is why she chose to make the call directly from the call log instead of searching through the address book.

Out of curiosity, the male colleague next to her leaned over to take a look. When he saw the three words "Cheng Zhixu" displayed on her phone screen, he was shocked and almost choked on his saliva.

Jian Ling is calling Mr. Cheng? Is she crazy?
Oh, she wasn't crazy, she was drunk, that was understandable. But it was still surprising that she had Mr. Cheng's contact information.

As soon as the call was made, Cheng Zhixu received a response. He was talking to a senior executive with his back to Jian Ling. His phone suddenly vibrated in his trouser pocket. He continued talking to the man while taking it out. He casually glanced at the caller ID, paused, said "Hold on a minute" to the executive in front of him, and turned sideways to answer the call.

"Hello? Jian Ling?" Cheng Zhixu was a little surprised and didn't understand why she would call him at this time.

"Hello..." Jian Ling rubbed her eyes and spoke in a long, unclear tone, "Cheng... Cheng Zhixu, where are you? I can't find you."

The male colleague sitting next to Jian Ling looked as if he had seen a ghost. She actually got through!

Cheng Zhixu immediately noticed that there was something wrong with her voice. Not only was her voice unclear, but her speech was also intermittent and incoherent, a typical abnormal state.

He subconsciously looked for Jian Ling in the crowd, but he didn't know who dimmed the lights in the hall at this time, and the background music in the venue changed. Maybe there was some kind of lottery. His ears were filled with excited shouts, and he could hardly hear what Jian Ling said on the phone.

Jian Ling was completely exhausted, her back sliding down the curve of the sofa backrest, and she curled up in the sofa in an awkward position, making it more difficult for Cheng Zhixu to find her.

Cheng Zhixu raised his hand to cover his other ear and asked patiently, "Where are you?"

"I'm..." Jian Ling muttered, "I don't know, I want to... I want to go home and vomit."

Cheng Zhixu pushed aside the people blocking his way, quickened his pace and passed by, saying in a serious tone, "Is there anyone next to you? Give the phone to the person next to you."

Jian Ling glanced at him sideways and handed the phone to the male colleague: "Here you go."

There was no doubt that the voice coming from the receiver was indeed Mr. Cheng's. The male colleague was trembling with fear, holding the phone like a hot potato, and stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth: "Mr. Cheng, Mr. Cheng, I... No, Jian Ling is drunk..."

Cheng Zhixu interrupted him and asked directly where the person was. The male colleague then gave a general location. The call remained connected. He didn't dare to hang up without the person on the other end saying anything.

Jian Ling said before that she had a boyfriend. Could it be that her boyfriend was...

As soon as his thoughts turned to this, the familiar figure appeared in his sight. The man was giving a speech on the stage an hour and a half ago. He was wearing a pure black slim suit, cold and solemn, holding a mobile phone to his ear, and taking big and fast steps. He appeared in front of him in a breath.

Cheng Zhixu looked down at Jian Ling who was lying on the sofa and wanted to pick her up and teach her a lesson. Why should she learn to drink from others if she couldn't hold her liquor well?

Last time, she was with him, and this time... although she was also with him. As she wished, he pretended not to know her in front of the staff, so he didn't pay much attention to her. She made trouble after just a few words with others.

Cheng Zhixu sighed silently and paid some attention to the man standing beside her.

The male colleague from the administration department had already stood up properly, his hands resting on the front of his suit, his posture even more elegant than the doorman's. His heart skipped a beat, and when he saw Cheng Zhixu's gaze, he took the initiative to hand him Jian Ling's phone and changed the subject: "Mr. Cheng, what brings you here?"

"You ask even though you already know the answer." Cheng Zhixu said coldly.

The male colleague remained silent, feeling upset.

Cheng Zhixu took Jian Ling's phone, put it away along with his own, and put it back in his pocket, his gaze returning to Jian Ling. He had thought that a cold was what he should be worried about, and had carefully selected a beautiful yet conservative dress for her. Who knew that alcohol would be the worst enemy?

Ye Guizhou's past complaints about Jian Ling once again flooded his ears.

Cheng Zhixu laughed, and he could increasingly appreciate how accurate Ye Guizhou's summary was, the little troublemaker.

The male colleague from the administration department, who was standing by like a wooden pillar, saw Cheng Zhixu smiling, a very gentle smile. Instead of feeling relieved, he felt even more frightened.

Cheng Zhixu unbuttoned his suit with one hand, took it off and draped it over Jian Ling, then bent down to pick her up in the familiar princess-carrying position. Jian Ling's hand naturally rested on his neck the moment he lifted her up, like a knee-jerk reflex.

Maybe it was because he had told me before that if I didn't hold his neck properly, I would fall off.

Cheng Zhixu felt a little better and planned to take her out directly through the side door. However, just after they took two steps, the lottery in the hall ended. Someone won a cash prize of 10,000 yuan and shouted with joy.

Several crystal chandeliers overhead lit up simultaneously, illuminating every corner of the hall, making everything visible.

A sharp, strange cry was heard from the crowd, and everyone's attention was diverted from the winner. At this moment, as if someone was leading with a baton, everyone looked in the same direction in unison.

Countless gazes shot over, and Cheng Zhixu paused slightly. He happened to be standing under a dazzling crystal chandelier. Jian Ling was stabbed, and even with her eyes closed, she could not bear the strong light.

She freed one hand to cover her eyes, taking in the familiar smell, her tone tinged with complaint: "Are we home?"

Cheng Zhixu: “…”

She thought he was home before he even walked out of the hall. Did he grow wings and fly back?
The entire hall was silent, and you could hear a pin drop. Jian Ling's faint voice was amplified countless times. Almost everyone who was nearby heard it, and they all opened their mouths wide.

This sentence contains too much information, and the meaning behind it is self-evident - only when the two of them live together will she say "We are home" instead of "At my home" or simply "Home".

On the other side, the group of colleagues from the planning department who were playing Werewolf no longer cared about the rules of the game. They all opened their eyes to watch the fun. Except for Dai Wangchu, everyone else gasped.

Jian Ling and Mr. Cheng? Is the world upside down, or are they drunk?

The person most horrified and surprised was, of course, the culprit, Fan Yijun. Her original intention was to get Jian Ling drunk so she could make a scene in front of the entire company. Even if she and Minglang were close, such an incident was beyond Minglang's control and might even lead to him breaking up with her.

But no matter how much she planned, she could never have imagined that her immediate boss was related to Jian Ling.

Fan Yijun's hands hanging by his side trembled unconsciously. His chest felt like it was blocked by a huge rock and he couldn't breathe. How could it be Mr. Cheng?
It was clearly Special Assistant Ming who was related to Jian Ling... No, on the 48th floor, it wasn't just Special Assistant Ming. She thought of another incident from long ago. That afternoon, someone gave Jian Ling a bouquet of roses. The card didn't clearly state the name, only three letters: CZX, Cheng Zhixu?

Thinking of this, Fan Yijun became even more certain of her suspicions. She stumbled, her back hitting the edge of the wooden cabinet. The cup of unattractive fruit and vegetable juice on the cabinet wobbled, spilling a few drops. No way, with so many people present, no one would notice she had quietly replaced Jian Ling's drink.

Even as she thought this, she still broke out in a cold sweat on her back, and her fingertips gradually became cold. Her nails dug into the wood chips vigorously, as if she couldn't stay calm without doing so.

Cheng Zhixu didn't care what others were thinking. He carried Jian Ling and walked out of the hall without looking back. The cold wind blew outside, and Jian Ling shrank into his arms, "Cold."

Cheng Zhixu said lightly: "It's better to be cold, it will make your mind clearer." After he finished speaking, he tightened his arms and wrapped her tightly.

Jian Ling muttered, "Why are you... so fierce?"

Cheng Zhixu was about to laugh: "I have something even more ferocious, do you want to see it?"

The two of them talked as they walked away, completely isolating themselves from the sounds in the hall behind them. The only sound in their ears was the whistling of the wind, mixed with the snapping of branches in the courtyard.

In the hall, everyone was silent for a long time, looking at each other, until the two people at the center of the storm completely disappeared from sight, and the atmosphere became lively again.

"Oh my god, what's going on?"

"Mr. Cheng and that employee are not in a relationship, are they?"

"Someone in the secretarial office saw Mr. Cheng carrying a girl into the office some time ago. They said she was Mr. Cheng's girlfriend and that she was an employee of our company. I thought it was a joke and laughed it off, then forgot about it. Could it be true?"

"Isn't it obvious enough now? In front of so many people, oh my god! Princess hug! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that Mr. Cheng, the cold-faced man, would be so charming!"

"Jian Ling is from the planning department, right? Comrades from the planning department, what inside information do you know? Tell me quickly, I want to gossip now!"

The colleagues in the planning department all looked stunned, shaking their heads and saying they didn't know or had never heard of it. Some people threw up their hands excitedly. Who would have thought that the boss's girlfriend was the new intern who had just passed the assessment and was officially hired two months ago?
Qiu Shuang grabbed Dai Wangchu's arm and blinked at her expectantly, "Chuchu, you usually have the best relationship with Jian Ling. Did you know that she and Mr. Cheng are boyfriend and girlfriend?"

For a moment, everyone looked at Dai Wangchu, hoping to get an accurate answer from her.

Dai Wangchu had a blank expression, but he looked at Minglang on the other side, unsure whether he could speak.

Minglang shrugged, pretending not to understand what she meant.

Dai Wangchu smiled awkwardly, thinking about the big commotion tonight. It seemed Mr. Cheng wasn't going to hide his relationship with Jian Ling anymore. So, she took a deep breath and confirmed, "Yes, Jian Ling and Mr. Cheng are indeed dating. They're boyfriend and girlfriend. Sorry, I didn't mean to hide it. It's just that this kind of thing can't be said, can't be said... hehe."

Dai Wangchu ended with a silly smile, distancing herself from the matter. Furthermore, it wasn't that she was hiding it on purpose. Putting aside her relationship with Jian Ling, she didn't dare utter a single word just because it involved Mr. Cheng.

Before Dai Wangchu spoke, some of them were still in denial. Now that it has been confirmed, they are nothing but shocked.

If the news of an intern taking down the big boss gets out, it will definitely dominate the front page of the news for several days.

The faces of the planning department colleagues were all mixed. The men were fine, but most of the women had been gossiping about Jian Ling behind her back. After hearing Fan Yijun's revelations, they had assumed she and Special Assistant Ming were having a shady relationship. Now that the facts were before them, it was clear that the connection between Special Assistant Ming and Jian Ling was orchestrated by General Manager Cheng.

The most ridiculous person should be Fan Yijun.

Everyone subconsciously looked for her, but found that she was no longer in the hall, and no one knew whether she had witnessed such a wonderful scene with her own eyes.

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Neon lights intertwined on the roadside, and as the car moved forward, the lights receded like flowing water. It was so quiet in the car that only Jian Ling's whispers could be heard.

She talks a lot when she's drunk, saying whatever comes to mind and making incoherent statements. Last time she got drunk, she kept asking him what kind of girls he liked, and then confessed her love to him.

Now? Jian Ling leaned over and asked in his ear, "Do you like me?"

Cheng Zhixu rubbed his brow. She had asked him this question three times already. Every time she talked about other things, she would come back to it within a few seconds. He was amused and annoyed, and answered for the fourth time: "I like it."

Jian Ling: "I like you."

Cheng Zhixu hummed softly: "I know."

Jian Ling smiled foolishly and added, "I like Dora, too."

Cheng Zhixu: “…”

The dog she raised seemed to be called Dora. Is he now placed on the same status as a pet dog?

Cheng Zhixu didn't want to listen to her drunken talk anymore. He saw the driver in front of him laughing so hard that his shoulders were shaking, which could easily cause an accident. He put his palm on her face and let her lean on him: "Stop talking and get some sleep."

Jian Ling didn't listen and continued talking nonsense. Fortunately, she arrived downstairs of the apartment building half an hour later.

Cheng Zhixu carried her out of the car, took the elevator back to the house, turned on the heater, and did it all in one go. He hesitated for a moment, then stripped her naked, gave her a quick bath, put on her pajamas, and stuffed her into the bed like a piece of dough.

It seemed like a relaxing activity, but after finishing it, he was sweating all over, and his shirt was almost soaked while helping Jian Ling bathe. He quickly showered in the guest room bathroom, draped a dry towel over his shoulders, and went to check on Jian Ling next door.

As expected, the quilt on her was kicked under the bed.

Cheng Zhixu paused in wiping his hair, walked over to tuck in the quilt for her, sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped his short, thick black hair until it was half dry. He stared at her for a while, then stood up and turned off the ceiling light in the room, leaving only a dim night light on.

As he reached the door, Jian Ling turned over, with the quilt rolled up most of the way, exposing her back, and she was still muttering drunken words.

Cheng Zhixu sighed helplessly and collapsed, turned back, pulled the quilt over him, and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side beside her, holding her in his arms. He kept telling himself that it was not like they had never slept in the same bed before, and had done more intimate things. He had to be so hypocritical to want to sleep in the next room for a night. It was fine like this.

Jian Ling's hands and feet were tied. She tried to struggle at first, but when she found she couldn't break free, she became quiet and curled up in his arms to sleep.

Cheng Zhixu slept uneasily. Before he could fall asleep after closing his eyes, the person in his arms returned to his old ways. This time, he did not lift the quilt, but lifted his clothes.

If Jian Ling opened her eyes at this moment, she would definitely see the veins on Cheng Zhixu's forehead throbbing.

"Jian Ling, can you be honest?"

Cheng Zhixu suppressed his aroused emotions and shouted to the air, not expecting her to understand.

　Hahahaha, it’s public! ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ

　　There are only two or three more chapters left, and it will be finished. Yeah, my word count estimate was pretty accurate this time. I said a little over 200,000 words, so that's about it~
　　
　
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