On Friday night, when it was almost time to get off work, Mr. Xie asked Sheng Yiqing to come to the office and asked some more questions about the "Rainbow" project. Meiwuxian and Hesheng had been in contact for a long time, and this time they finally entered the contract stage.
Looking out from Mr. Xie's office, you can see the central axis of Beijing, and you can even see the Forbidden City when the weather is good.
He usually goes on business trips and is only in the company once every two weeks. When he saw Sheng Yiqing, he smiled and said, "Do you look good recently?"
Sheng Yiqing was stunned, thinking of Chen Zhuan, and only replied, "There is a backing at home."
"Xiao Chen is really good. You manage well." Mr. Xie praised, and then started to talk about business:
"I had a phone call with the CFO of Meiwuxian today, and he revealed a piece of news that the daughter of the company's founder seems to have a good personal relationship with the boss of Xinda. The two went to business school together two years ago, so they should be friends." Mr. Xie clasped his hands and looked at Sheng Yiqing.
There are two major sponsors for this listing. In addition to Hesheng, the other one is Cinda. As first-class investment banks, they have been running side by side for so many years and are considered mortal enemies.
Sheng Yiqing frowned after hearing this, "No wonder. Today, the project division table came down, and the client gave the OSS part of the prospectus to Cinda. Looking at this trend, it is very likely that Cinda will lead the project in the future."
Hong Kong stock listing is different from A-share listing. Sponsors work to earn performance in front of customers. The more conspicuous they are, the more benefits they will get later. Therefore, investment banks are vying to win any job that can earn face in front of customers, and Hesheng, as one of the top investment banks, needs to ensure its importance in every project. What's more, the opponent this time is still Cinda, the old enemy.
"That's what I mean." Mr. Xie touched his nose, "But we are not completely without advantages. The daughter of the CFO of Meiwuxian came to our company for an internship for half a year this year, which can be regarded as a favor to the customer. So who will lead this project can still try."
Sheng Yiqing nodded, "That's good."
"I have also looked at the division of labor in the project. There should be some competition for OSS. You write a version of OSS first, and then we will see if there is a way to contact their CEO in advance. If we can get it in advance, then there is still a chance to lead this project."
Sheng Yiqing thought for a while, "What is the background of this founder's daughter?"
"Her surname is Sun, and her name is Sun Ning. She is not only the daughter of the company's founder, but also the company's CEO. She should also be the company's successor in the future. She usually travels between Hong Kong and Shanghai. I don't know when she can come to Beijing. I will ask for details."
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Chen Ziang came to Qiu Zining's house every few days these days.
On the first day, he ordered takeout on the pretext that he had given all his living expenses to Qiu Zining, so he could only stay at her house for free food and drinks. However, after the initial charm faded, she no longer had the heart to play.
Two days later, Chen Ziang knocked on Qiu Zining's door again with a light bulb, saying, "I saw your kitchen light two days ago, and you didn't know it was broken? I wrote down the model number, and today I happened to wander downstairs,..."
Qiu Zining woke up after noon every day, sleepy, and at this moment, she was casually wrapped in an air-conditioning blanket outside her suspender nightgown, with her hair loose and looking at him lazily, saying, "You are quite virtuous."
Chen Ziang dragged a chair and stepped on it to change the light bulb on the roof. After hearing what Qiu Zining said, he hummed, "I was pretending - I can see that although you are not interested in me, you are quite happy for me to be your nanny."
He was tall, and he stepped on the chair, so he had to bend his legs slightly when changing the light bulb. He wore a thin black jacket over his T-shirt, matched with jeans, and rolled up his sleeves. Holding the lamp holder with one hand and twisting it with the other hand, Qiu Zining's eyes fell on the protruding blue veins of his forearm intentionally or unintentionally, and she thought slowly in her heart: It's not that I have no interest.
His body is indeed delicious, but what makes her feel disgusted is his personality - sunny and simple. To her, a warm man is like foot bath water on a winter night, warm and cozy, and she doesn't mind using her feet to have fun, but she can't drink it even if she dies.
The originally messy room was completely cleaned up by Chen Ziang, and it looked a bit monotonous: the huge living room didn't even have a TV. If you have to say that there are furniture, there is only a brown lazy sofa and a marble coffee table. But the most concise one is the open kitchen on the left side of the living room, which only has a refrigerator, an old microwave oven stacked on it, and only a small milk pot on the stove, with a pile of instant noodles on the side.
"Your house is so beautiful, why don't you buy more furniture? It looks empty." Chen Ziang was curious. After installing the light bulb, he refused to leave and stuck to her to find a topic.
"I've only saved enough for the rent, and I'm still saving for furniture."
"You earn so much, and you still need to save money?!" He didn't believe it.
"Do you know what I do?" Qiu Zining raised her eyebrows - after the account traffic increased, she almost stopped posting photos, relying entirely on text output, and she also said her real name when she was dating. In real life, only a few close friends knew that she was Qiu Ning'er. Hearing Chen Ziang ask this, she suddenly became alert.
Fortunately, Chen Ziang quickly shook his head, "I don't know. But you must be the legendary young rich woman."
"You're pretty sweet." Qiu Zining chuckled, then opened the door to see him off: "Okay, the light bulb is installed, you can go."
Chen Ziang was silent, but didn't move. He sat on the chair, looking at her standing at the door, and for a while: "I'm not here to fix the light bulb."
"Don't look for me when you're in love. Go find a girl of the same age." Seeing that he didn't leave, Qiu Zining simply went back to the living room, opened the window, and lit a cigarette.
Outside the window was a busy street. It was a weekday afternoon, and the traffic was constant. I don't know how long it had been, there was a "bang" sound of the door closing, and then there was the sound of footsteps behind him. A tall figure stopped by the window and embraced Qiu Zining.
"... I don't want people of my age."
The bony hand took away half a cigarette from her fingertips, and Chen Ziang's kiss fell on her earlobe. She could hear his breathing. Seeing that Qiu Zining did not resist, he gently reached out and lifted her chin, leaned down, and touched her lips.
The smoke rings spit on his face, astringent and bitter, with a little mint fragrance. Qiu Zining looked at him coldly, "I don't like to look up."
"Okay." Chen Ziang's eyes were pious, locked in her eyes, slowly bent his knees, knelt on one knee, took her hand to hold his face, raised his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "... How about this?"
The heart moved. As the sun set, Chen Ziang's figure was blocked by her. She could only see his slightly delicate eyebrows, slightly drooping eyelids, and dark but shining eyes, shrouded in lust.
"So, you like this?" Their lips touched, and this time, they were both sober.
"I will be very good." He murmured, holding her hand, indicating that her palm could be pressed against her lips, "I will do housework, take care of you, and stick to you..."
In a worship-like posture, as the kiss deepened, he pressed against her ear and called out passionately and devoutly:
"Master."
The setting sun hung far away on the skyline, and pedestrians were crowded on the Second Ring Road. The windows of Qiu Zining's house had just been wiped, as if transparent. The lights in the house were not bright or dim, so the two people by the window did not notice that not far downstairs, there was a man standing there, with ordinary appearance and short stature, staring at the intertwined figures of the two people, shaking hands, clenched into fists.
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During lunch break, Qiu Zining was still chatting with Sheng Yiqing, but she didn't reply to Sheng Yiqing's WeChat after three o'clock. Sheng Yiqing was amused, wondering what had tripped this woman up again.
After a week of cohabitation, Sheng Yiqing reported Chen Zhuan's actions to Qiu Zining truthfully:
"Everything is done according to my needs. He doesn't even play games after work. He accompanies me to watch dramas every day. His emotional value is maxed out. It's a pity that work has become busy, and he only comes home when I get home every day. It's a little miserable."
"That's how it should be. You just need to let Chen Zhuan cede land and pay compensation and become thinner and thinner. I tell you, the more selfish a woman is, the more she can be nourished by marriage."
"...I'm very happy with this kind of marriage. But I don't know what he thinks." She couldn't bear it.
"That's how it should be. You just need to let Chen Zhuan cede land and pay compensation and become thinner and thinner. I tell you, the more selfish a woman is, the more she can be nourished by marriage."
"...I'm very happy with this kind of marriage. But I don't know what he thinks." She couldn't bear it.
" "Of course you can also try to accommodate him, and then slowly, it becomes you ceding land and paying compensation, lowering your bottom line little by little, and becoming a nanny in the marriage. As I said before, marriage is a tug-of-war, a seesaw. If you give more, he will naturally give less. And the person who loves you will never mind giving for you."
Sheng Yiqing didn't say anything.
On Friday afternoon, colleagues left early. Sheng Yiqing was looking forward to going home these days. When she packed up, she sent a WeChat message to Chen Zhan: "I'm off work!"
Chen Zhan replied after a few minutes: "I'll be home a little late today, and I need to go to the supermarket to buy some snacks."
"Snacks?"
"Yeah. Aren't we going to have a picnic in the suburbs of Beijing with Chi Wei and others tomorrow? Did you forget?"
Since taking the battle robe from Qiu Zining, Sheng Yiqing has put this matter behind her mind. When he said this, she remembered that the "Newlywed Mutual Aid Group" seemed to be ringing non-stop these days. She was too lazy to look at it, so she simply blocked it.
Thinking of this, Sheng Yiqing was surprised: "Tomorrow? Time flies so fast?!" Then she remembered Qiu Zining's words, but she couldn't bear it, so she added, "I'll go buy it. I can't let you bear everything." Chen Zhuan seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then replied: OK. The convenience store is near the community. Sheng Yiqing can get there in just five minutes after getting off the subway. The automatic door opened and the air conditioning rushed towards her. She put a woven eco-friendly bag in her bag, paid with her mobile phone, and bought sandwiches, oranges, bananas and two bottles of freshly squeezed watermelon juice. In addition, there were some chocolates, candies and braised duck wings. In late summer, the weather in Beijing was rare to be good. The air was filled with the smell of light autumn, and occasionally the fallen leaves blown by the evening breeze fell on the road. The sky after sunset was a rose-red blue, and the bag was a bit heavy, so she changed to holding it with her hands, with a large bag full of food in her arms, all of which were her favorites. Unprecedented and fulfilling happiness. She took a photo and sent it to Chen Zhuan. She entered the community and pressed the elevator of the apartment building, and asked him: "How long will it take to get home?"
It was just after get off work, and the elevators were going up and down. Sheng Yiqing got into the elevator and found that it was going to the garage. "How stupid." She thought, and edited WeChat again, wanting to tell Chen Zhuan: I even took the wrong elevator.
Women who are spoiled will always become stupid. No wonder. She used to sneer at it, but at this moment, she felt happy.
However, when the elevator door opened, she saw a happier scene again-the car of her beloved, her husband, was just a dozen meters away. Chen Zhuan sat in the driver's seat, lowered his head, and sent a message to someone.
A smile from the heart spread from her heart. Just the next second when Sheng Yiqing was about to wave to him, her phone vibrated and she received his reply:
"The road is a bit congested today, and it will probably take another half an hour."
She was stunned.
"Are you still on the road?" She confirmed again. The lights in the underground garage were not too bright, but she could still see the car more than ten meters away. The windshield reflected half of the light. The man in the car had a handsome face and long eyelashes. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his phone. He moved his fingers.
The next second, his text message came as promised:
"Well, just set off. Let's not talk for now."
Then, Chen Zhuan threw his phone aside, turned up the music to the maximum, adjusted the backrest back, closed his eyes, and leaned back on the chair. The melody of classical music filled the small space. This was half an hour that belonged to me alone, a rare free time in a day.
Sheng Yiqing forgot how long she stood downstairs until her arms were slightly numb. She realized that she had been holding the bag of snacks for too long. The man in the distance seemed a little strange at the moment. He closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and looked unhappy. He was immersed in his own world.
The phone vibrated twice, and Sheng Yiqing looked down at it again.
Next Tuesday, August 25th, is the agreed divorce date.
Chen Zhuan went upstairs half an hour later.
When the door lock was opened, she was stunned for half a second and found that the carpet in the living room had been cleaned up. The four folded cartons were turned out and glued again. The dolls scattered everywhere were stuffed into the boxes. At this moment, Sheng Yiqing was busy folding the carpet and carefully stacking it into the second carton with the scented candles on the wall.
"...What are you looking at?" He stood at the door in a daze.
"Oh, I don't want to play anymore." Sheng Yiqing didn't look at him, but was still busy cleaning up. Her hands moved quickly. She remembered who said that people would pretend to be busy when they were embarrassed.
The man at the door seemed incredible, smiling: "You don't want to play first? Seriously?"
As he said this, he took off his shoes and walked into the house. He squatted in front of her and looked at her carefully. From Sheng Yiqing's angle, he could barely see his Adam's apple.
A burst of anger jumped out, and she simply looked back at his eyes: "I just feel very bored and don't want to play anymore. I still feel comfortable living in my big house. Your house is too small!"
The voice fell on the ground, and Sheng Yiqing realized that she had said something serious. Fortunately, Chen Zhuan's attention was not there. He still looked at her without blinking, frowned, and for a long time, he bent his fingers and brushed across the corner of her eyes, and then asked: "Did I offend you?"
"No."
"Your eyes are red." He spoke slowly, his expression serious.
Sheng Yiqing hurriedly lowered her head and continued to clean up, "Anyway, that's it, I don't want to play anymore. What about you? You don't want to continue, do you?"
She glanced at him quickly.
He was silent for a few seconds before he said, "I can do anything."
She felt a pain in her heart, but she still said quickly, "Well, so I packed my things first. By the way, my phone reminded me that next Tuesday is August 25th..."
"I'll take a shower first." Chen Zhuan stood up and interrupted her unfinished words, "I'll talk to you after I take a shower."
As he said this, he went to the bathroom first, without closing the door, first pulled up his shirt and threw it into the dirty clothes basket next to the washing machine, opened the shower door, closed it again, and opened it again after a while, throwing his change of pants and socks into the dirty clothes basket.
Then, the sound of water splashed.
A hazy figure was revealed in the frosted glass.
A punch hit the cotton. Unhappy, but still unwilling to leave! She was even more annoyed, and took a few steps forward and knocked on the glass of the shower room: "Hey!"
The sound of water stopped, the frosted door opened, and Chen Zhan poked his head out: "What?"
"Are you free next Tuesday?"
Chen Zhan was stunned for a few seconds, withdrew his head, and slammed the shower door shut, and the sound of water started again.
Sheng Yiqing was stunned and continued to knock on the door: "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
There was a sparse sound of water inside, and the man said casually: "I can't hear it."
Sheng Yiqing made up his mind and directly opened the shower door, "Can you hear it now?"
"Damn it!"
Chen Zhan was holding a shower head in his hand, and he never expected that she would break in at this moment. He quickly stepped back and said helplessly, "What are you doing?"
"Ask you a question."
She leaned against the door, raised her chin and stared at his face: "Are you free next Tuesday?"
"What's the matter? You're so anxious?" He showed a bit of impatience.
"What do you think?"
"Oh... that thing, right?" He simply stopped pretending and pretended to think seriously, "Let me think..."
She laughed and glanced at him: "Then think about it."
"Don't peek at my important parts." He said this, his wet hands
He covered her face and teased her, "I can't think of anything when you look at me like that."
She slapped his hand away, "What important parts do you have? Your brain?"
He said seriously, "My body."
Sheng Yiqing sneered and tried to laugh, but Chen Zhuan ordered her again, in a very light voice, with a tone that could not be refused, "Close your eyes. I'll tell you."
She glanced at him, but still closed her eyes obediently. The steam from the bathroom filled her nose, with a slight scent of shower gel, the familiar smell of Chen Zhuan.
Then she could feel him leaning over and getting closer to her, his body in the shower was wet and hot, steaming -
She felt his breath.
And him, approaching cautiously.
The next second, a stream of hot water hit her face, soaking her whole body. Sheng Yiqing screamed and stared at Chen Zhuan with wide eyes, only to see this bastard holding the shower head towards her, smiling with curved eyes, "I've thought about it, I'm busy."
Sheng Yiqing immediately got angry and looked at Chen Zhuan with eyes like a corpse, gritting her teeth and enunciating each word: "You. Are. Dead. Dead. Completely. Dead. "
She slammed the door of the shower room shut, and without caring that she was still wearing clothes, she jumped on Chen Zhuan, tickled his armpits, and rushed to get the shower head to pour on his head. Chen Zhuan did not resist this time, and cried "Hey, Hey, Hey", half-pushing and half-giving in, and retreated step by step, being forced into a corner by her. Finally, most of her anger subsided, but it was rare to see him in such an embarrassed state. Sheng Yiqing wanted to attack, but just as she raised her hand, he took the shower head away. She was stunned, and her waist was hugged. Then she realized that the silk shirt and hip skirt on her body were already wet, tightly attached to her skin, outlining seductive lines. He said "tsk", looking at her like this, his eyes darkened, and his voice became darker: "I have never seen you like this."
As soon as the voice fell, she was picked up straight, Chen Zhuan held her waist with one hand, and supported her hips with the other palm, lifted the hem of her hip skirt up, and then reached inside with his big hand, touched the bow tied on the edge of the underwear, and pulled hard, and the two pieces of cloth were half apart. Chen Zhuan's fingertips first probed in, twisted the edge, and then laughed muffledly, biting her ear with a whisper: "You still think there is not enough water in the bathroom?"
"Hey!" she called.
The steam of lust filled the small shower room. Chen Zhuan stopped teasing her and turned his head to block her lips. In the lingering kiss, she vaguely heard him whisper: "Divorce your sister."