After Marrying the Wealthy Disabled Tyrant

Seeing Peng Qiu's shocked expression, Wen Yuan shook his head and smiled "badly".

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Peng Qiu's face paled and he murmured, "He definitely doesn't really like you. You're not worthy of him at all... why..."

I don't deserve it, so you deserve it?

Wen Yuan's face was speechless, too lazy to argue with him, so he turned and left.

Although Peng Qiu was quite cool at the time, when he mentioned Qi Jinran's ex, it still made Wen Yuan feel a little uncomfortable.

Was the matter that Grandpa Qi kept silent about at that time also related to Qi Jinran's ex? What happened then?

Returning to Shuixieju with a heavy heart, he found that the new oven in the kitchen on the third floor was installed. Wen Yuan immediately forgot the previous unpleasantness, and made the strawberry velvet cake and mango puff pastry that he had always wanted to try.

While waiting for the cake embryo to bake, Wen Yuan decided to clean up the old things that were not in use in the kitchen.

"Sister Xue, can I put the old oven in the warehouse in the basement?"

"The basement is a bit damp. There is a utility room on the roof, which can also be used to store things." Xue Rong was preparing lunch for Qi Jinran in the kitchen.

"Well, then I'll put it on it."

Wen Yuan carried the old oven to the fourth floor. There was a small room at the end that was closed. It should be the utility room that Sister Xue said.

When he twisted the door handle, a smell of dust came to his face, Wen Yuan turned on the light, and found that there were large and small cardboard boxes piled up inside, probably all idle old things.

Wen Yuan put the oven in the corner and covered it with a cloth. When he was about to turn to leave, he tripped over the edge of a hard object.

He held on to the corner of the table to stabilize his body. Looking down, it turned out to be a cardboard box sealed with glue. Probably too long had passed, the glue dried and fell off, and the carton lid was flipped up, revealing the objects inside.

Wen Yuan didn't intend to spy on Qi Jinran's privacy, his pupils dilated slightly as soon as the line of sight was cast.

There seems to be a… human figure inside.

Wen Yuan's heart skipped a beat. Driven by great curiosity, he opened the cardboard box and saw what was inside.

It was actually a half-length portrait of Qi Jinran. The frame is extraordinarily exquisite, and the people in the picture are smart and expressive. It is obvious that the painting skills are very superb. Wen Yuan also noticed that there was a black initials sign in the lower right corner of the portrait, NS.

Looking at Qi Jinran's bright and gentle eyes in the portrait, Wen Yuan could easily guess what kind of feelings the author of this picture had for Qi Jinran.

Could it be that this NS is Qi Jinran's predecessor?

Is it because Qi Jinran keeps his paintings here because he still misses him?

Many guesses flashed through Wen Yuan's mind for a while, he didn't dare to think about it any more, put the painting back in the cardboard box, closed the door, and hurried downstairs.

"Xiao Wen, I have prepared Mr. Qi's dinner. It's in the insulation box. Would you like to go to the company to give it to him?"

Wen Yuan didn't hear what Xue Rong was saying, and nodded absently.

"That's great. Are you making a cake? You can also give it to Mr. Qi and let him eat it as a late-night snack."

Wen Yuan then remembered that his cake was still in the oven, exclaimed "ah", and hurriedly turned around and entered the kitchen.

Fortunately, not burnt, but the surface is a little dry. Wen Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, forgetting all the worries, he cut the cake into small pieces, began to squeeze the cream and decorate the fruit.

Xue Rong watched from the side, envious.

"Xiao Wen, when will you teach me how to do this?"

"Yes, you can come to learn anytime you are free, but I am also a rookie, and my level may be average."

"Oh, don't be joking, what you made looks better than the ones displayed in the shopping mall window."

"You flatter me."

Under Xue Rong's earnest gaze, Wen Yuan went out with the insulation box and cake box. Shuixieju is very close to the Qi's Group building, about ten minutes by car. After thanking the driver, Wen Yuan carried the bag and entered the building a little nervously.

He guessed that Qi Jinran was in a meeting, didn't dare to disturb him, and only sent a text message to Zhuang Jie. However, Zhuang Jie seemed to be busy and did not reply to him.

When Wen Yuan was worried about how to get in, he suddenly thought of his identity as Guan Peisheng, and hurriedly flipped out the electronic certificate in his mobile phone and showed it to the front desk.

"BV's, who are you looking for?" The little girl at the front desk was a little puzzled.

"I'm looking for... Assistant Zhuang."

"These two days are the year-end debriefing of the senior management. Assistant Zhuang and President Qi are both in the conference room. Why don't you go to the lounge upstairs and wait."

"Okay thank you."

He definitely couldn't enter the top floor, so he had to wait in the office area on the lower floor of the top floor. At the end of the year, when various projects were coming to an end, the office area was still brightly lit, and he had a temporary certificate hanging around his neck. Before he could reach the lounge, he was stopped by a middle-aged man.

"That intern! Come, help me make copies of these materials, I need to hurry!"

Wen Yuan paused and turned to look at him: "You... call me?"

"Who else isn't you? What's the matter with you interns! You left work earlier than the leader? You have no motivation at all!" The man said impatiently.

Wen Yuan thought about it, theoretically speaking, he was indeed an intern of the Qi family. Anyway, Jin Ran is still in a meeting, so it's okay for him to help here.

"Twenty copies, right?" Wen Yuan put the bag on the desk aside, and took the thick stack of materials from the man's hand, "I'll go make copies right away."

The man then showed a reluctantly satisfied look and returned to his station.

Half an hour later, Qi Jinran came down from the top floor and saw Wen Yuan surrounded by several enthusiastic female employees in the pantry.

"Xiao Wen, the mango mille layer you bought is delicious. I've never tasted such delicious food before."

"Yeah, this strawberry cake is also delicious, and the fruit is very fresh."

"Xiao Wen, how long have you been in the company? Do you have a girlfriend? I have a cousin..."

Qi Jinran frowned and coughed lightly.

When several female employees saw him appear, they were quite frightened, and quickly called out "Mr. Qi", and hurriedly returned to their workstations.

Wen Yuan had just sorted out the copied materials, looked up to see Qi Jinran, and a surprise flashed across his eyes.

"Are you finished with the meeting?"

"Why don't you come directly to the top floor?" Qi Jinran looked unhappy.

"I didn't want to disturb you, so I came in by myself. Anyway, I'm also an intern of the Qi family."

Wen Yuan smiled, thinking that Qi Jinran's dinner was still in the bag, and hurriedly took out the insulation box.

"Wait, I'll warm you up again."

He had just put the lunch box in the microwave when a man's impatient voice came from behind.

"That newcomer, have you finished copying the materials? You still had supper, did you?"

He is the deputy manager of the engineering department, and he also has some powers in his hands. He is usually best at flattering the superiors and squeezing the inferiors. Seeing that Wen Yuan was so popular with female colleagues, he felt quite unhappy, and took the opportunity to attack.

"Which department are you from? Who hired you—"

As he was talking, he suddenly found a person standing in the pantry, and when that person turned around, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.

"Qi...Mr. Qi...why are you here?"

Qi Jinran raised her eyes coldly: "My dinner is hot in the microwave, do you have any opinion?"

The sweat on the deputy manager's back was all down, and he said quickly, "No problem. But Mr. Qi, you have eaten too little. Should I order another dinner for you?"

"Do your job well."

Qi Jinran lowered her eyes and glanced at the thick pile of photocopies on the table with a stern tone.

"Even if you're an intern, you're not obligated to do this for you."

"Yes, Mr. Qi, your lesson is right."

The deputy manager lowered his head, sweating profusely.

Qi Jinran finished the training, and led Wen Yuan to the top floor under the curious eyes of the staff.

"Do you help if someone asks you to help?" Back in his office, Qi Jinran's face was not very good-looking.

"I'm just fine, it's nothing... I won't be able to do it next time."

"You must be hungry, hurry up and eat first."

Wen Yuan took out the lunch boxes with various dishes and placed them on the table one by one.

"This chicken soup is made by Sister Xue with an old hen brought from her hometown. It's very nutritious. You can try it quickly." Wen Yuan gave him the chopsticks.

The corners of Qi Jinran's mouth moved, and looking at Wen Yuan's expectant gaze, he picked up the soup bowl.

Halfway through eating, he suddenly remembered something.

"Did you make the cake they ate before?"

Wen Yuan nodded and said embarrassedly: "I wanted to bring it to you and Zhuang Jie to eat, but when they saw it, they were hungry and said they wanted to eat, so I-"

"All points?" Qi Jinran clenched her chopsticks tightly.

"No, no, there is one left."

Wen Yuan rummaged through the paper bag and took out the last little cake left.

"This one has the biggest strawberry, I specially left it for you."

Qi Jinran stared at the fresh/tender red strawberries on the velvet cake, and her heart softened. His Adam's apple moved, and suddenly said, "I don't have time."

Wen Yuan didn't think much about it, picked up the strawberry with a fork and brought it to his mouth.

Qi Jinran raised her eyes and looked at him with bright black eyes.

Only then did Wen Yuan realize how ambiguous his actions were. His ears were red and he was about to withdraw his fork, but Qi Jinran raised his head slightly and ate the strawberries on the fork in one bite.