Chapter 1276: Sweetheart
As the secretary came out of the office, she was immediately surrounded by several assistants.
"Sis, what were the president and his wife doing in the office?"
The secretary thought of the recent scene where the president had kissed Mu Yan, and her heart suddenly sped up. She had to say, that scene was very much like a romantic drama—it was simply swoon-worthy.
She glanced at the assistants’ expectant eyes, coughed softly, and said, "Why are you asking so many questions? You just need to know that from now on, whatever the president’s wife asks you to do, you should do it."
"Of course, she’s the president’s wife," one assistant said cheerfully.
The secretary snorted internally, thinking it was much more than just a wife—she was certainly the apple of his eye.
After lunch, Mu Yan prepared to return to the hospital but was stopped by Jiang Jingheng.
"Just rest in my office."
"Won’t that disturb your work?"
"You being here won’t disturb my work. After all, I won’t have to constantly be distracted by thoughts of you."
He spoke so earnestly that Mu Yan blushed a little and glared at him, "If your employees find out how shameless you are like this, it might ruin your public image."
"Public image?" Jiang Jingheng raised an eyebrow, "Do I have something like that? If anything, it’s about loving my wife."
Seeing him become increasingly shameless, Mu Yan was too lazy to deal with him but didn’t refuse to stay.
Jiang Jingheng took her to his lounge, "You can rest here while I deal with some business."
"Okay," Mu Yan agreed, watched him leave, yawned, and then lied down.
Sleeping in a hospital was naturally not as comfortable as at home, so as soon as she lay down, she fell deeply asleep.
In the afternoon, when the executives came to report work in the office, they were forbidden to speak loudly.
However, one advantage was that the president did not scold them, which was an exceptional kindness.
The executives left the president’s office relieved, really hoping the president’s wife would visit the company more often.
Yes, within just one afternoon, the gossip about the president’s wife’s arrival spread across the work chat groups—everyone knew.
And according to the news from the president’s office, not only was Mu Yan beautiful, but she was also very gentle with people, and the president incredibly doted on her with unwavering affection.
Around four in the afternoon, Mu Yan finally slowly woke up, sat up in a daze, opened the door, and saw Jiang Jingheng still reviewing documents.
She asked, "Didn’t you rest this afternoon?"
Jiang Jingheng looked up at her and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"Hmm, I did," Mu Yan replied as she walked towards the desk, "Should I head back first?"
"There’s just a little while until work ends—I’ll take you to the hospital after we dine tonight," Jiang Jingheng said.
Mu Yan nodded and headed to the sofa.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Jiang Jingheng asked.
"A little," Mu Yan replied, leaning back on the sofa and yawning again.
Seeing her so sleepy, Jiang Jingheng said, "Why not stay at home tonight then?"
"No, I promised to stay at the hospital with Chenchen," Mu Yan said.
Jiang Jingheng pursed his lips, evidently remembering that detail clearly.
He picked up the phone and called the secretary, who soon brought in juice and snacks.
Mu Yan casually ate a bit, then picked up a book to read until the end of office hours.
Jiang Jingheng tidied up the documents on the desk, then left the office with Mu Yan.
This time, unlike before, Mu Yan didn’t bother with any disguise; her face was openly revealed.
Jiang Jingheng held her hand, their fingers tightly interlocked, and they took the elevator downstairs, then walked through the lobby to leave.
Many employees were also finishing work at that time, and they saw their president and his wife.
Always aloof, authoritative, and cold, it seemed the chill surrounding the president was melted by the winter sun, infusing him with a touch of spring warmth. His demeanor was incredibly gentle.
His head leaned slightly towards the person beside him, conversing with her, as if his eyes saw no one else but her only.