My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

Inside the presidential suite at the top floor of the Jade Cloud Hotel in Zhong Hai, gentle light shone onto the wool carpet made from Mediterranean Sea. The complicated and enchanting patterns were like fresh flowers.    

    

A faint fragrance of a woman permeated the air. At the same time, it was mixed with the sweet fragrance of green tea, causing one to feel relaxed and refreshed.    

    

Christine wore a silver silk nightgown and had a head of golden hair. She looked like the most perfect grandmaster statue in the world, and every curve of her body exuded an enchanting charm.    

    

Seated on a soft leather chair, Christine was holding a porcelain cup of primeval cyan flower pattern in her hands, drinking the Longjing Green Tea that had been brought up by someone else, enjoying the tranquility of the night.    

    

It wasn't because Christine was the only one in the room, but because the other woman who sat beside Christine was as silent as a gentle, frozen lily.    

    

Lin Ruoxi was sitting on a guest chair made out of cloth, holding a cup of fragrant tea, but she had not drunk a single sip. She seemed to be deep in thought as she sat there.    

    

After the two of them sat in silence for a long time, Christine finally couldn't help but ask, "What should I call you? Director Lin? Sister-in-law? Or should I just call you Ruoxi? "    

    

Lin Ruoxi was stunned. She opened her mouth halfway and asked, "You are very familiar with him, right?"    

    

"You can say that. Actually, we've only known each other for four to five years. However, since he is only in his twenties, he hasn't lived for long. Thus, he should be considered a long time." Christine said to herself.    

    

Lin Ruoxi felt a little twisted when she heard this. What do you mean by 'he's only in his twenties' or 'he hasn't lived for long'? Could it be that this woman in front of her thinks that she's an old granny? Christine should be in her twenties, shouldn't she?    

    

However, Lin Ruoxi didn't pay much attention to this and continued, "I have never seen his friend before. You are the first person to appear as an acquaintance of his. "    

    

Christine couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Didn't he bring you to see his buddies?" That group of people should be really anxious to meet you. You are his chosen wife. "    

    

"The group?" Lin Ruoxi probed, "What kind of people?"    

    

Christine giggled. "I know. You came here today to find out what kind of man your beloved husband is, or is it that you want to know about his past?"    

    

Lin Ruoxi's face slightly blushed. Indeed, she had this intention. In the past, there was no other way, she didn't want to directly ask Yang Chen. That would make her feel awkward, and now, finally, Yang Chen's acquaintance had come to Zhong Hai, even though … This person was a little special, but Lin Ruoxi still couldn't resist her curiosity and came to ask Christine.    

    

Christine laughed even more happily. "You're actually shy and blushing. Heavens, that boring guy actually found such an interesting wife. No wonder he chose you as his partner. You're much more interesting than the previous seventeen!"    

    

Lin Ruoxi was feeling humiliated and annoyed when she suddenly heard a special name. She then looked up and asked curiously, "Seventeen? Who's seventeen? "    

    

This time, Christine did not laugh. Instead, she asked in surprise, "You don't know who seventeen is?"    

    

"Should I know? Who is he? Is it important? " Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but ask.    

    

Christine frowned, her delicate and flawless face revealing traces of playfulness. "Tsk tsk …" He didn't mention seventeen to you … When I first met you, I thought that the reason why he chose you was because you had seventeen shadows on you. Your appearance, your temperament, and especially your eyes, are like another seventeen. You're much prettier than seventeen, of course, but I don't think he thinks much of it.    

    

I didn't expect him to not mention seventeen to you. Since he doesn't want to talk about it, then I won't talk about it, or else he'll say that I'm a big mouth again. "    

    

Lin Ruoxi was silent for a moment, then looked at Christine with eyes like autumn water, and said, "Tell me, I want to know who seventeen is. You have no reason to hide it from me, because you have already told me. I think you're not the kind of person who likes to keep his mouth shut. You'll feel bad, won't you? "    

    

Christine was slightly taken aback, but soon after, she revealed a helpless smile …    

    

"..."    

    

"Crunch."    

    

With a crisp sound, the door was gently closed.    

    

A delicate hand touched the switch on the wall, and with a flick, the lights in the hall immediately lit up.    

    

Under the dim yellow light, Mo Qianni took off her shiny black heels. With a sigh of relief, she rubbed her sore feet.    

    

Mo Qianni's feet, which were wrapped in black lace pantyhose, looked extremely slippery. Mo Qianni leaned against the wall with one hand against the top of the wall. Her posture wasn't very elegant, but luckily she was at home and didn't mind.    

    

Every day when she got home from work, Mo Qianni felt that she should hate working and hated working. She had even made up her mind many times that she would have to get home early tomorrow and have a good dinner, but that thought would disappear the next day.    

    

Now that she lived with Qiangwei, Mo Qianni felt more and more that she was a masochist. Compared to her, the rhythm of Qiangwei's life was like the difference between heaven and earth.    

    

Of course, she had been through a lot in the past few days, so even though her job was hard, she didn't need to risk her life.    

    

Mo Qianni finished rubbing the sole of her feet, took off the hairpin on her head, and let her long, smooth, jet-black hair down. She then put her bag on the wooden cabinet beside her. Then Mo Qianni looked up at the wall clock at home. It was half past ten at night.    

    

Mo Qianni didn't know if Qiangwei had gone to sleep or not, but she sighed lightly. Even though she had a "roommate," she was still the same as she used to be when she lived alone.    

    

Arriving at the kitchen on the first floor of the house, Mo Qianni opened the refrigerator and took out large bags of frozen foods. She planned to cook some wontons and dumplings, but she didn't have the energy to cook another meal.    

    

Mo Qianni was about to open a bag of frozen dumplings when she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind her …    

    

"What kind of frozen food do you want to eat if you don't eat properly?" There was a hint of reproach in her tone, but more of pity.    

    

Mo Qianni turned around and saw the bad guy she hadn't seen for a while was standing three steps away from her!    

    

Yang Chen was wearing a cotton pajamas as if he was at home. He lazily leaned on the door frame and looked at Mo Qianni with a smile.    

    

"Why are you here?" If not for the familiarity of the voice, she would have suspected that someone had entered the room to rob her.    

    

Yang Chen walked up and stretched out his hands, pinching Mo Qianni's soft cheeks, "Little Qianqian, don't you think that you should jump into your man's arms at this time and say something like 'I miss you' or 'you scared me'? How can you be so cold and ask why I'm here?"    

    

Mo Qianni rolled her eyes and patted Yang Chen's chest, "I'm not that numb. It's just trying to scare me. You can do what you want, I'm not going to ask you."    

    

In fact, Mo Qianni thought about it carefully. With Yang Chen's ability, there seemed to be countless ways to get into the sect.    

    

"Everyone says that marriage is the tomb of love, and you and I aren't married either. Why do I feel like we're suddenly without any feelings at all?" Yang Chen pretended to be troubled as he said.    

    

Mo Qianni said in a displeased tone, "I don't see anyone around for days or even a week at a time. Do you really expect me to treat you like an emperor just because you see me?"    

    

Hearing Little Qianqian's words, Yang Chen immediately retreated. Laughing happily, he comforted her, "I'm busy right now, don't you know that the Yu Lei Star has made me unconscious. How can I work as hard as Little Qianqian? If I have more things to do, I'll be exhausted."    

    

Mo Qianni snorted lightly and laughed, "There's nothing else? I wanted to hear you praise me. "    

    

Yang Chen straightened his expression and said, "I won't say anything. How about this, I'll give my beloved Little Qianqian a sumptuous supper."    

    

"Midnight snack?" Mo Qianni looked around and said unhappily, "Other than the frozen food that you look down upon, there's nothing else here. Do you want to cook?" I'll starve to death. "    

    

Yang Chen shook his finger and smiled, "Of course I'm not that stupid. Darling, just wait here obediently. I'll be right back."    

    

After saying that, Yang Chen turned around, went to the hall and opened the door. He rushed out, leaving Mo Qianni standing in the kitchen with her eyes wide open.    

    

After a long while, Mo Qianni came back to her senses. She stomped her feet and puffed, "What midnight snack, you just disappeared like a wisp of smoke!"    

    

Seeing that the door to the hall was opened again, Mo Qianni could only walk over gloomily to close the door. However, just as she reached the door, Yang Chen's figure appeared in front of her again.    

    

However, this time, two plates suddenly appeared in Yang Chen's hands.    

    

"Hehe, what do you think? This is a spicy chicken and beef stewed with iron plate cooked by Nanny Wang for dinner. You know Nanny Wang's habit too, so she will definitely cook more than we can eat. I didn't even eat any of these dishes, so I brought them to you directly. When your microwave heats up, you'll be able to eat it. " Yang Chen said proudly.    

    

Looking at the two plates of dishes that exuded a spicy fragrance, Mo Qianni swallowed her saliva and asked curiously, "Did you just go home to get the dishes?"    

    

It had only been a little more than ten seconds, yet this man had actually run back and forth between two houses and had even brought two plates of food!? One had to know that not only did he have to travel several tens of meters, he also had to climb over the wall and enter and leave the room!    

    

Yang Chen nodded and walked into the room. He placed the two dishes on the table and said, "Go and heat them up first. I'll bring you some rice. It'll be done very soon."    

    

With that, Yang Chen ran back.    

    

Mo Qianni's gaze followed Yang Chen out of the room and turned around to look at the dishes on the table. It was like she was in a dream.    

    

An indescribable warmth filled her heart. In the blink of an eye, he had produced delicious food. Perhaps, this kind of romance could only be brought to her by this unusual man.    

    

After a while, Yang Chen brought another big bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. Originally, he wanted to go and get some more, but Mo Qianni stopped him. As he moved the food around without a sound, she felt that there was something strange going on.    

    

After heating up the food in the microwave, Mo Qianni started to eat at the table. It didn't look like a midnight snack, but Yang Chenze was sitting opposite to her with great interest, as if watching a woman eat was fun.    

    

Other than the clanging of the old-fashioned clock on the wall, there was no other sound in the hall. Although Mo Qianni was very hungry, she didn't make too much noise from her meal. On the other hand, when Yang Chen stared at her as she ate, she felt a sweetness in her heart, but at the same time, she also felt itchy.    

    

About 20 minutes later, at Yang Chen's request, Mo Qianni forcefully ate two bowls of rice and gave a rare burp, making her blush.    

    

Yang Chen sent the dishes back in a very 'considerate' manner. As for whether Nanny Wang would be scared when she saw the meal being eliminated in the morning, that was none of his concern.    

    

When Mo Qianni saw Yang Chen taking away all the food, she thought that he wouldn't come back, so she prepared to close the door. However, she didn't expect Yang Chen to come back to her.    

    

"Why did you come back?" Mo Qianni pouted.    

    

Yang Chen asked with a mischievous smile, "Good girl, are you full yet?"    

    

Mo Qianni curled her lips and said, "How could I not be full? I've been completely fed by you."    

    

"Since I have eaten my fill, I should be full of energy now!" The smile on Yang Chen's face became more obvious, "Why don't we do some exercise to help digest it?"