Chapter 9 Married Woman

Chapter 9 Married Woman

The woman pushed the door open with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was Zhai Yang's seventh secretary. "Boss Zhai."

Zhai Yang chose her not because of how beautiful she was or how good her taste was, but because she seemed to be completely uninterested in him. This was not expressed verbally, but was reflected in her actions.

She would not be like those women who would press their chests against him and fall into his arms after walking a few steps.

She is a strong professional, emotionally stable person and, most importantly, has a gay partner.

"Your face." The secretary, who always maintained an appropriate distance between subordinates and superiors, was stunned when he raised his eyes.

"It was a little unexpected."

Zhai Yang was talking about the scratch on his face caused by the rivet. He did not notice that there was another tiny, shallow scratch on his face caused by a woman's fingernail.

She has sharp eyes and can tell at a glance.

"My wife prepared these band-aids for me." The secretary turned around and rummaged through the drawer beside her, and in her hand were two thin paper packages with a smell of disinfectant.

Zhai Yang wanted to refuse, but after hearing what she said, he accepted it.

The secretary considerately handed over a small mirror, a pink silicone bear holding a mirror.

"Thank you." Zhai Yang put the Band-Aid on his cheek.

The secretary began to report to him.

“That’s all.” After finishing, she put away her tablet and notebook and said calmly, “I’ll go down first.”

"Tang Annian." Zhai Yang called her.

Tang An Nian smiled and turned around, his eyes clear.

Zhai Yang was still looking at the computer. Since she entered the room, he had not looked into her eyes seriously, just like every day before.

This man always seemed so indifferent to others, so cold and abstinent. It was simply impossible to imagine him getting emotional under the covers.

It was the first time today that he looked into his own eyes, but he still felt like his soul was being looked down upon.

"Go to the HR department to sign the formal contract." In just a moment, his attention returned to his work on the computer.

The curve of Tang An Nian's mouth widened, and the confidence in his victory burst out without any concealment, "It's my honor."

She walked out of the office, her high heels stepping steadily on the ground, making a light and orderly sound.

She took the paper materials to the office, walked through the long corridor and reached the bathroom at the end. She looked up at the surveillance camera at the end, where a red light was flashing.

After entering the dressing room, the smile on her face disappeared without the surveillance camera.

She sent a message to someone with the note "lover".

【Go check what happened during the time he was home. 】

[Okay, I'll be right there.] The other party replied immediately, like a soldier waiting for his leader's orders at any moment.

Tang An Nian put her cell phone into her inner pocket and bent over to touch up her lipstick in front of the bright mirror. It was a very light color, a smoky powder that was naturally mixed with gray.

Like a dried Cosette.

That tiny scratch would still appear in Tang An Nian's mind from time to time.

Her intuition told her that it was left by a woman.

Then...it's his wife.

Since Zhai Yang came back, most people in the circle knew that his wife was a joke.

Even though she was chosen actively in the beginning.

"Everyone is more willing to believe that she is Zhai Yang's shield, a beautiful, perfectly feminine but still ordinary fig leaf that the Zhai family has put up."

"Zhai Yang has someone in his heart."

After the investigation, the "lover" repeated the words of the ace detective to her.

From this, Tang An Nian concluded that Cui Jing was nothing to be afraid of.

But she began to doubt again, about the detective's original words, the fig leaf of "perfect femininity".

Why do you say that?

This thought only lasted for a moment. Tang An thought, if the mark was really left by Cui Jing, she was helpless, had no family background or ability, and as the daughter-in-law of the Zhai family, how could she have the courage to hit Zhai Yang? Was she angry because of love?

A smile appeared in Tang An'nian's eyes.

It would be better if she was even more angry and domineering. She could almost predict Cui Jing's future through a few words about her life on paper.

It's definitely not wonderful.

People, the gestures for love are so stupid, so reckless and stupid.

Fools especially cannot stand love.

However, Zhai Yang really protected the person he loved very well. She had investigated for such a long time but had not found anything. She had transferred the commission five times, and the last three false clients had all been warned.

There is more than one force.

What an outstanding woman she must be to be protected by them so thoroughly and yet be so secretive about it.

What a big threat.

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Zhai Yang worked until midnight again.

He drove back to his family's home to get something, a room key, which he placed in his and Cui Jing's new house.

It can no longer be called a new house now.

He leaned against the car and lit two cigarettes, then stood there for a long time, letting the wind blow away the thick tar gas and odorless nicotine until the effect of nicotine on the central nervous system was eliminated.

Dopamine levels dropped sharply, and the feeling of happiness collapsed in that instant. He was dragged back to the sad reality, and then he opened the car door with the remote control.

Then he laughed at himself.

That person has been gone for so long, but he still keeps this habit.

That person never liked the smell of cigarettes, so when he really couldn't help it, he would run to the side to smoke, and condescend to sit on the balcony in the cold wind for two hours in the middle of winter.

Zhai Yang looked at the window of his "new house" from afar.

There is a lush tree by the window, its shadow dancing on the ground. It is dark inside the window, and the gauze curtain reflecting the orange light is floating slightly, flowing like water.

Based on its position and familiar color, Zhai Yang recognized it as the retro table lamp on the bedside.

Does she go to bed so early?

Zhai Yang took a few steps and entered the Zhai family. He went upstairs silently. He knocked twice on Cui Jing's door, but no one responded.

Zhai Yang gripped the handle and when he turned it halfway, the resistance became stronger and stronger until he could not turn it anymore.

It's locked inside.

He took out his phone and pressed his finger on a note called "Baby Jingjing". She had changed it with her phone before, and she had changed more than just the phone note. He had no interest in changing it back, so he let her do it.

"Who is it?" Nanny Wu Xiaohong walked upstairs vigilantly, peeking and shining a flashlight upwards. She seemed to hear some sound.

"Young... Young Master, you're back. Do you need me to heat up the food?"

"No need." Zhai Yang stopped her, "Madam, do you usually go to bed so early?"

"In recent times... yes." Wu Xiaohong thought for a moment and answered stiffly.

Zhai Yang glanced at the guest room with some disdain.

He was very emotional, but Wu Xiaohong caught his gaze, "Young Master, I'll go clean up the guest room for you."

Everyone is saying that the relationship between the young lady and the young master is not good.

The more accurate rumor is that the young master doesn't like his wife very much. Otherwise, why would he suddenly disappear and come back suddenly? The young lady didn't know that the young master had returned until she saw him last.

"No need, I'll move out." Zhai Yang thought of the woman's cold attitude and the several "big bags" he had obtained.

He had just taken two steps when he suddenly realized: This is his home, why is he the one walking all the time?

He turned back and said, "Clean up the guest room."

Wu Xiaohong sighed and said, "Okay."

In the room, Cui Jing was wearing her new white headphones, leaning on the pillow, and laughing at the screen of her mobile phone.

[Seventh Night]: Men are mean. Especially your husband. If you don’t like him, he might act like a slut somewhere.

[Seventh Night]: Don’t think my words are harsh, especially to someone like your husband, who you said has some money and is quite handsome.

[Sunset]: Yes, he is indeed a mean person.

The man facing the computer beamed with joy, "Boss, see, this is how it works!"

"Scold the people who hurt her, and form a united front. Next, you unintentionally reveal your male identity, which shows that you are different from other men who hurt her! Oh~ express your delicate care and empathy! Then take the opportunity to send a voice message, show your voice advantage, and reveal your wealth and rich spiritual world."

He talked incessantly, one thing after another.

Are you kidding? He was the most popular relationship guru in his department back then, and there were so many juniors and seniors who came to him for advice on how to pursue their seniors.

That's right, it was a junior school girl. He was no longer surprised by even weirder combinations.

But... the boss is such a bitch, she's a married woman.

Auston interrupted him and asked, "Why would I show this?"

"You don't understand, boss! Girls like men who can touch their hearts. If you are good at listening, you have already won half the battle! You have to add something even more irresistible to being good at listening! What is something that women cannot resist? It's the contrast! It's the delicacy of men's hearts, and it's the respect that comes from the heart!"

"Boss, don't be too embarrassed and think that we are trying to please others. We should abandon our pride. Why would we need to have any pride when pursuing someone? A real man should not be fussy about small matters. Don't care about these things. The result is the most important thing."

"Wait, what do you think I'm doing?"

Austin immediately looked at his subordinates with a look that said, "How could you be such a person?"

"An ancient Chinese used a mirror to adjust his clothes, and the person in the mirror was himself." He patted his subordinate on the shoulder. "Keep talking, and I'll triple your overtime pay later."

The subordinate closed his open mouth.

That... that was a misunderstanding...

"Let her trust me. Finally delete all the messy thoughts in your head."

Auston looked over with a pair of misty eyes, with a hint of warning in them.

"Okay, boss."

After Auston left, he flipped to the chat history above.

[Seventh Night]: How are you and your husband today?

【Sunset】: Haven’t been back for a few days.

[Seventh Night]: Too irresponsible.

【Sunset】: Smiling GIF.

This...what is the boss doing?

Are you really not trying to poach our employees?