100 Ways to Pamper Your Wife: The Cold CEO Locks Her Waist and Forces Her to Marry

Presidential Suite of the 521st Branch of M Country Saint Ann Hotel

At 4:30 in the morning, the dim living room was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

In the smoke, a cool man in a bathrobe can be seen sitting on a single sofa.

The moonlight refracted in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his perfect profile with distinct lines.

The tense cheeks were like a chain that was stuck and could break at any time.

His thin lips were tightly pursed, revealing a chill colder than an ice cave.

Beneath the wing-like long eyelashes are a pair of bottomless icy eyes, containing obvious displeasure and uncontrollable anxiety.

The indescribable sense of urgency and blockage in his heart made him feel like a lion whose exclusive territory had been invaded, and his whole body exuded an extremely dangerous signal.

He held the phone tightly in his right hand, with the screen still on, and three words "Little First Encounter" were pinned to the top of the screen.

Perhaps because the phone call was hung up, the veins on the back of his hand bulged out, like earthworms arching.

He stood still, staring at the note on the phone screen like a sculpture.

Little Chuyu is really naughty.

If you are not good, you will be punished.

The next second, Qi Jinan picked up the phone and dialed Zheng Zhi's number.

"Arrange a private plane and return to South City."

The nine cold and indifferent words almost made Zheng Zhi, who had just gotten out of bed, fall under the bed.

The sleepiness that had been pestering him disappeared instantly, and he quickly turned on the bedroom light, holding his mobile phone nervously, wanting to say that there was a cooperation discussion meeting with the president of the Lale Group at 8 o'clock in the morning.

But his immediate superior, Master Qi Wu, obviously didn't intend to waste any more time talking to him. He just hung up after giving the order, leaving him alone in the mess in the room.

Zheng Zhi looked at the hung up phone, feeling like crying but without tears.

Are you in such a hurry to go to South City?

This is what happened.

Could it be related to that female college student again?

It’s too worrying!

Complaints aside, as a qualified assistant, even if the situation is urgent, you have to arrange all work matters properly in a race against time.

Fortunately, the cooperation with Laer Group was finalized yesterday and the contract was signed. There are only some details left to be discussed, which can be taken care of by the vice president.

In order to save time, Zheng Zhi changed his clothes while tilting his head and holding the mobile phone between his ear and shoulder, and handed over work matters to the American assistant of San An Vice President Jiang Wen.

"Haisen, according to the arrangement of the superiors, the exchange meeting with the Laer Group at 9 o'clock this morning will be arranged for Vice President Jiang Steven to attend..."

While we were urgently arranging various tasks here in the early hours of the morning, night had already fallen in China.

Zhao Chuyu was distracted while riding in the car and did not get off the bus at the terminal. The driver called her several times before she came back to her senses.

Having missed so many stops, she had to spend time scanning the code again to take the bus back to Nanjing University.

It was the rush hour after get off work, and more and more people were getting on the bus.

The smell in the carriage suddenly became complex and unpleasant, mixed with the smell of fish, the smell of various meats and vegetables, and the smell of braised food.

This is when we passed by the farmer's market and saw a group of old men and women coming to buy vegetables to cook at home.

They all pulled small carts filled with various ingredients.

From their high-spirited speeches, one can tell that these are all retired employees.

The young people in the family have all gone to work, and the grandchildren are in kindergarten, so they make plans to go out for fun together, and when they pass by the farmers' market, they do a lot of shopping.

After talking about what they bought, they compared the price differences with each other. Finally, they discussed how bad the food their daughter-in-law cooked was and how she couldn't do housework. They talked a lot.

Although Zhao Chuyu had gotten used to the pungent "smell of worldly affairs" that spread throughout the carriage when he was young.

I have also become "immune" to those harsh "big talks" and can let them go in one ear and out the other.

But today, she felt annoyed.

When there was still one stop left to Nancheng University, I couldn't help but press the bell and got off the bus early.

She wore a mask, took off the "decorative" Bluetooth headphones and put them back into her shoulder bag, put her small hands in the pockets of her casual jacket, and walked slowly on the sidewalk planted with roses.

It was about six in the evening and the street lights were turned on.

The dim light casts a brighter light on the flowers of different colors, making passers-by feel happy.

There are many people walking on this road.

There are employees who just got off work, workers who look tired, and children who were picked up from kindergarten by working mothers after get off work.

There are fruit vendors and snack stands on the street who are trying to hide from the urban management while hawking their wares.

Zhao Chuyu caught a glimpse of a smile brighter than the sun.

A little girl who looked less than three years old was struggling to carry a chair to her mother who had a lame leg.

She looked so weak, and her little face turned red when she lifted the chair, but she smiled happily and her words were very heartwarming.

"Mom, Xingxing, move a chair for you to sit on. Mom can't stand for too long."

The middle-aged woman in an apron who was frying noodles packed the noodles and handed them to the customers only then had time to turn her head and pay attention to the little girl who was not even as tall as her thighs.

"Xingxing is so good. Mommy is not tired. Xingxing, don't run around. Go sit there and wait for mommy obediently."

As the middle-aged woman spoke, she pointed to the front of the tricycle, where a shabby, stained doll was placed.

Because three more office workers passing by came to the stall and ordered fried noodles, the middle-aged woman said something and then focused on the work at hand.

The little girl named Xingxing is really very well behaved.

After moving the chair to her mother, she stopped making any noise and walked back to her "little world" with her short legs to play with the doll that could neither move nor speak.

Zhao Chuyu was standing under the street light, only three meters away from the little girl.

Her sparkling eyes were shrouded in a layer of mist, as if she was reminiscing about something through the little girl.

Perhaps it was because her eyes were too focused that Xingxing noticed it.

Xingxing put down the doll and waved her short hands at her, "Sister, do you want to eat fried noodles? My mother's fried noodles are delicious."

The pride in his words cannot be hidden.

Such a young child may not have a deep concept of money, but seeing his mother working so hard every day, he more or less understands that if he sells a lot of fried noodles, his mother won't have to live such a hard life.

As if by some mysterious force, Zhao Chuyu nodded gently at Xing Xing, "Okay, give me one."

Having said that, he stepped forward.

When Xingxing saw that he had made a deal, the smile on his face was sweeter than honey, his eyes were shining with joy, and he ran off the tricycle to pull his mother's trouser legs.

"Mom, this beautiful sister wants a plate of fried noodles."

Her mother was frying noodles. When she heard her daughter's voice, she turned around, looked at Zhao Chuyu, and smiled.

"Okay, beautiful, you'll have to wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

Zhao Chuyu did not urge him, and spoke through the mask, "It's okay, I'm not in a hurry."

Xingxing knew that her mother was busy and she couldn't disturb her too much, so she walked back to the front of the car and looked up at her sister who was more beautiful than a fairy.

"Sister, you are so beautiful."

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