The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

Jiang Ruoli looked at the receptionist and raised his own hand and Pei Zigui's hand, revealing their wedding rings.

"Look, it's legal."

The man at the reception looked as pale as death. Today should be his last day at Pei's.

Jiang Ruoli pulled Pei Zigui's arm and pointed to the insulated box at the front desk, "Lunch."

There was a hint of surprise in the man's eyes. He had been in such a hurry just now that he didn't even notice the thing on the table.

The corners of his lips curled up, "You brought me lunch specially?"

"I'm still talking, it's getting cold!"

Jiang Ruoli curled his lips and his ears turned a little red.

As she spoke, she shook off Pei Zigui's arm and walked towards the elevator, her high heels stepping on the water.

Pei Zigui was about to chase after him, but then he remembered something and turned back to pick up the heavy insulated lunch box.

He couldn't help but frown. It was so heavy, and the delicate guy carried it all the way here?

With the advantage of long legs, Pei Zigui caught up with Jiang Ruoli in a few steps and pulled her in another direction just as she was about to press the elevator button.

"Sit here."

Seeing him press his fingerprint, Jiang Ruoli tilted his head curiously, "Are the dedicated elevators now so advanced? My husband Jiang still uses the card swipe one. I'll ask him to change it someday."

Pei Zigui chuckled and took her right hand with his other hand and rubbed it.

"I'll record your fingerprints later. Next time, just come up from the parking lot."

Parking lot... Jiang Ruoli realized instantly that his car was still across his parking space. Just as he was about to speak, his phone received a call from 114 asking for the car to be moved.

At the same time, Pei Zigui also received a call from his assistant.

"Boss Pei, the parking lot security guard discovered a car blocking your parking space while patrolling. Do you need to call someone to tow it away?"

"Blocking my car?"

Pei Zigui looked at the person who was answering the phone, and a clear light flashed in his eyes.

No one dared to do this except her.

"No, just let her block it."

Jiang Ruoli looked at Pei Zigui eagerly, and poked his arm with his index finger restlessly.

"Well, I couldn't find a parking space, so I parked in front of your car. Can you ask someone to help me move it later?"

Pei Zigui spread out his palm and said, "Where's the key? I'll go down and move it for you later."

"You're going to move it yourself?"

The man chuckled, with a hint of mischief in his voice, "Does someone want others to drive your car at will?"

Although Jiang Ruoli is carefree, he has some inexplicable cleanliness obsession in some aspects, which she certainly doesn't want.

"Don't worry, let's eat first. Auntie Lan made a lot of delicious food. We've been waiting downstairs for so long, it's almost cold."

In fact, she only waited for three minutes, but the young lady seemed to have suffered a great injustice.

The elevator stopped at the top floor. Pei Zigui held the lunch box in one hand and held Jiang Ruoli's hand with the other, with a faint smile on his face.

"Well, it's time to criticize the people below. How come they don't even recognize the president's wife?"

These words were said frivolously, and all the assistants in the president's office heard them as they walked over. They were shocked that the serious President Pei would joke like this in private.

So, he quietly added a task to his work list: notify everyone in the company to recognize the face of the president's wife.

"Is the suit that the president's wife is wearing Mr. Pei's? So Mr. Pei left the marketing director and hurried downstairs just to pick up his wife?"

"Whose could it be?"

"Isn't Mr. Pei a germaphobe? Last time a little celebrity accidentally touched him, he said his coat smelled bad and threw it away."

"I think he's afraid that the lady will get jealous and angry."

"Wow, the president's wife is so beautiful. Who wouldn't like such a little sweetheart? I have no objection to her coaxing me 24 hours a day."

"Hey, hey, hey, did you hear what happened downstairs just now? I heard that the president fired the new receptionist in a rage."

"That wretched Puxin guy? It's just right that he's open now. He acts like he's owed 8 million every day."

The assistants chatted quietly.

Pei Zigui's office is completely different from Lao Jiang's. It has a minimalist design with clear black and white distinctions, and a very modern style.

As for her old Jiang, it's all brown Chinese-style coffee tables, paired with European-style sofas, mixed and matched in any way. On the wall, there are still little people drawn by Jiang Ruoli with watercolor pens when he was a child.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ruoli became eager to leave something on Pei Zigui's wall.

"Why are you standing there? Come and eat. Aren't you hungry?"

Before I knew it, Pei Zigui had already sorted the lunch boxes and placed them on the table. The thermos was still steaming and the air was filled with the aroma of food.

Jiang Ruoli got up late, and Aunt Lan prepared some snacks for her to fill her stomach, so she wasn't hungry at all.

She told the truth: "I'm not very hungry."

Pei Zigui served her a bowl of chicken soup. The mist that came out covered his cold face, revealing a hint of warmth.

"So, it was really sent specially for me?"

Jiang Ruoli touched his ear, his fingertips touching the hard diamond, and muttered incoherently: "I am... Thank you for the gift."

"Have you learned to say thank you?"

The man's gaze was tender as he stared at her straight on, his dark pupils showing joy without any concealment.

"What? If you don't want to hear it, forget it. Hey, don't serve me food. I'm not hungry."

Pei Zigui picked out some rice from the bowl and put it in his own bowl, "Eat it. If you can't finish it, give it to me."

"It's just a little gadget. You don't have to thank me. Wear it if you like it."

Jiang Ruoli was drinking soup from a small bowl, his big eyes blinking, looking cute but also a little confused.

She even put on false eyelashes today. After all, it was her first time at Pei's and she had to appear in her best image.

But it’s not good for my hair to be too long. It always falls off from time to time, which is really troublesome.

But she forgot to bring her hairband today.

"Do you have any rope here?"

Pei Zigui frowned in confusion, "Rope?"

Jiang Ruoli lifted up his disobedient hair again and said irritably, "Well, it's for hair ties. The material should be softer, otherwise it will hurt my hair."

The man lowered his eyes slightly, and there was a hairband.

He walked to his desk, opened one of the drawers, paused slightly, and took out a black velvet hairband.

“Isn’t this my scrunchie?”

Last night, he took it out of her hair with his own hands.

Pei Zigui pouted his cheek, turned his gaze away, paused, and said, "I accidentally put it in my pocket this morning and brought it with me."

Such a poor excuse.

"Oh fine."

Jiang Ruoli quickly tied her hair into a small bun, looking refreshed, and lowered her head to drink her soup again.

Pei Zigui also sat down again and asked casually, "Did Aunt Lan make all this?"

Jiang Ruoli's dark eyes rolled and he changed the tone of the words he was about to say.

"I made the soup. Are you touched? I stayed in the kitchen for a long time."

Pei Zigui lowered his head and took a sip. The effect was obvious at the corner of his mouth. This taste was obviously the work of Aunt Lan.

"Yeah, it's delicious, exactly the same as Auntie Lan's stew."

Jiang Ruoli was not annoyed when he knew that he was exposed at a glance, and even felt justified.

"I can't cook. You're so lucky that I personally drove here to deliver the food to you. You can cook for me. But, can you cook?"

After all, although the eldest lady did not have a nanny when she was abroad, she would cook when she lived with Xu Mengan. If she really couldn't do it, they would go out to eat or order takeout.

"Well, it's a great blessing."

Pei Zigui was just joking. After all, he didn't dare let Jiang Ruoli cook without paying attention to the knives and fire, in case something happened.

"After all, I can't cook either."

Pei Zigui told the truth that there was basically no opportunity for him to learn how to cook in real life.

However, if a little spoiled kid wants to try his cooking, it seems not impossible.

It’s just cooking, it shouldn’t be difficult to learn.

Jiang Ruoli was not surprised at this answer. "I knew you couldn't do that. Who can afford such an expensive chef like you?"

When he met her gaze, Pei Zigui's eyes showed a bright smile.