Guide to Rising to Power as a Wife in Beijing's Elite Circle

At seven o'clock on Saturday morning, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, casting a long, thin beam of light on the bedroom floor.

Fang Jingxiu was already dressed in a suit.

Dark gray, well-tailored, with the cuffs buttoned up meticulously.

He adjusted his tie in front of the mirror with a calm and composed demeanor, showing no sign of how intense the battle had been the previous night.

In the mirror, there was a faint scratch below his collarbone, Chen Nuo's handiwork.

The corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He turned to look at the bed.

Chen Nuo curled up in the blanket, only her head showing. Her long hair was spread messily on the pillow, her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes fluttered occasionally.

The dark circles under his eyes were very prominent, as if he had been punched twice.

Her bare shoulders were visible through the edge of the blanket, dotted with traces of last night's activities.

Fang Jingxiu walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed.

He reached out and gently shook her arm.

"Hey, Section Chief Chen," he said in a low voice, "wake up."

Chen Nuo didn't move.

He shook it again.

"Wake up, Director Chen."

Chen Nuo mumbled something and buried her face in the pillow.

"It's so noisy... Fang Jingxiu..."

Fang Jingxiu looked at her, a smile appearing in his eyes.

He reached out and pinched her cheek.

It's very soft.

It feels very good.

He remembered last night.

He remembered the way she looked beneath him, her stubbornness in biting her lip to keep herself from making a sound, and how fiercely she bit his shoulder when she couldn't hold back any longer.

and also……

His gaze fell on her.

The blanket covered most of the room, but it couldn't hide the changes.

She's gained a little weight in the last few months.

It's not that I'm actually fat, it's just that... I've gained weight in the places where I should.

She used to be too thin, like a bean sprout, with the body size of a child.

Things are different now. They're soft and big when you hold them, and they have everything you need.

Fang Jingxiu bent down.

He gently pulled back the blanket, revealing her collarbone.

There was a mark left from last night, which had turned purplish-red.

Her skin was very fair; it was so light that it would easily leave a mark if touched, like fine Xuan paper where a little ink would bleed through.

He lowered his head and gently bit her collarbone.

It wasn't serious, but it was enough to wake her up.

"Ugh—!"

Chen Nuo suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked down and saw a head buried in her chest.

She was familiar with the outline of that head, but her brain wasn't fully operational yet.

"Who are you!" She shoved him away, pulled the blanket tighter around herself, and shrank back. "You're a pervert!"

Fang Jingxiu was pushed back by her, but the corners of his mouth curved up.

Chen Nuo huddled at the head of the bed, glaring at him with a wary expression.

Then she saw his face clearly.

"..."

She paused for two seconds, then her brain finally started working.

But the play has already started, and it seems a bit of a waste not to continue.

She cleared her throat and put on a serious expression.

"Sir," she said, her tone as serious as if she were in a meeting, "I'm warning you, I have a husband."

Fang Jingxiu raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Chen Nuo nodded seriously. "My husband is very powerful. If you dare to mess around, he won't let you off the hook."

Fang Jingxiu leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed, and encircled her in the middle.

"What's there to be afraid of?" he said in a low voice, with a hint of a smile. "I don't even mind that you have a husband."

Chen Nuo was taken aback.

"But your husband minds that you have a mistress," he paused, "Can't you tell who loves you more between the two of us?"

Chen Nuo burst out laughing.

She punched him in the chest.

"Fang Jingxiu! You shameless bastard!"

Fang Jingxiu instinctively clutched his chest, his brows furrowing in pain.

"it hurts……"

Chen Nuo was stunned.

She looked at his face, contorted in pain, and at his hand clutching his chest.

She believed it.

"What's wrong?" she panicked, leaning forward. "Did I hurt you? Brother Xiu? Brother Xiu, are you alright?"

She moved closer and closer, her face almost touching his chest.

Then she noticed that the corners of his mouth were trembling.

It doesn't hurt.

I was holding back my laughter.

The next second, he raised his head and buried his face precisely in her chest.

Chen Nuo: "..."

Fang Jingxiu chuckled softly in the soft spot.

"Chen Nuo," he said, "how could you be so easily fooled?"

Chen Nuo's face flushed red.

"Fang Jingxiu!!!"

She tried to hit him again, but he grabbed her wrist.

He looked up at her.

Those eyes, at that moment, were so deep they seemed to want to suck her in.

"Don't move," he said in a low voice.

Chen Nuo stopped moving.

Then he kissed him.

It wasn't a fleeting kiss.

It was a kiss that carried the warmth of last night, the desire of the morning, and the indulgent feeling of "since I'm already late, I might as well be a little later."

Chen Nuo was kissed so hard that she fell backward onto the bed.

He pressed down on her, his hands starting to wander.

"Mmm—Fang Jingxiu…" Chen Nuo turned her head away, dodging his kisses, "Business trip…aren't you going on a business trip…?"

"Um."

"Secretary Qin! Secretary Qin is waiting for you downstairs!"

"Um."

"Then why aren't you getting up!"

Fang Jingxiu stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"You'd better cooperate," he said, his tone as calm as if he were giving instructions, "and make sure Secretary Qin doesn't have to wait too long."

Chen Nuo glared at him.

"How long is 'a while'?"

Fang Jingxiu thought for a moment.

"It depends."

Chen Nuo: "..."

She took a deep breath.

"Fang Jingxiu..."

The rest of the sentence was cut off.

Qin Yang had been standing downstairs for twenty minutes.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Fang Si said that he would leave for the airport at eight o'clock to go on a three-day business trip to the south.

He arrived downstairs at 7:20, thinking he should arrive a little early so as not to keep his boss waiting.

At 7:20, he sent a WeChat message: "Fang Si, I've arrived."

No reply.

At 7:30, he sent another message: "Fang Si, the car is downstairs."

No reply.

At 7:40, he couldn't resist making a phone call.

No one heard.

Qin Yang sighed.

smelly couple,

I hate you two, you lousy couple.

May Fang Jingxiu's kidneys fail soon.

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At eight o'clock sharp, Fang Jingxiu finally came downstairs.

He was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie, his hair perfectly styled, looking no different from usual.

Qin Yang went up to him, his face full of flattery: "Why did you come down so quickly, Fang Si? Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes, I've eaten." Fang Jingxiu got into the car, his expression indifferent.

Qin Yang closed the car door and went around to the driver's seat.

The car started and drove towards the airport.

Qin Yang secretly glanced at Fang Jingxiu through the rearview mirror.

There was a faint bite mark on the corner of his mouth.

It's very small; you can't see it unless you look closely.

But Qin Yang saw through it.

He silently looked away.

Don't look at things you shouldn't see.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

This is the first ironclad rule for being a secretary.

But he couldn't help but complain in his heart:

Forty-five minutes.

That's it?

Fang Si, your combat power... isn't very good.

Of course, he only dared to say these words in his heart.

The car drove smoothly.

Fang Jingxiu took out his phone and glanced at it.

There's news.

Wan Baoguo: "Director Fang, what are your specific thoughts on that girl's matter? What kind of responsibility should be placed on her?"

Fang Jingxiu looked at the message and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then he lowered his head and typed a few words in the chat box:

"No destruction, no construction."