Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Qiao Jian had just stepped out when Yan Rusheng emerged from his office. He looked at Xuxu who was about to turn on her laptop and said in a commanding tone, “Wen Xuxu, come in.”


  Baffled, Xuxu turned to look at him. “What’s wrong?”


  Yan Rusheng said sternly, “You wasted my time this entire afternoon. Come and help me translate some documents.”


  A trace of coldness shot across Xuxu’s eyes.

  Of course, since it was work related, it didn’t really matter to her what type of work she had to do.

  “Alright,” she replied with a nod and followed Yan Rusheng into his office.

  Just as he turned around, a sly gleam flashed past Yan Rusheng’s eyes and his alluring crimson lips curled into a weird grin.

  He walked over to his desk and handed over a stack of documents. “If you can’t finish going through these documents by tonight, you can’t go home.”


  Xuxu took the documents and scanned through them, her lips twitching. It really didn’t matter to her what time she went home.

  She sat down at the sofa with the documents and didn’t look at Yan Rusheng again.

  Silence resumed in the office.

  The sky turned dark, and nightfall came.

  Xuxu was buried in her work and forgot about dinner until her stomach began to growl.

  She placed down her pen and rubbed her rumbling tummy with her hands. She lifted her head and stole a glance at Yan Rusheng.

  He was also immersed in his work and had lost track of time as well. His fingers were typing away on his laptop’s keyboard at lightning speed and didn’t seem to feel hungry at all.

  Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

  Before she could take a peek at the door, she heard Yan Rusheng’s voice saying, “Come in.”


  The door opened, and a young lad dressed in a restaurant’s uniform walked in with two white plastic bags in his hand. “Hello, President Yan. This is your food delivery order.”


  Xuxu looked at Yan Rusheng, startled.

  This wasn’t his usual style because she was always the one to place a call for food delivery.

  Xuxu was staring into space when Yan Rusheng said, “My wife, please pay.”


  In front of the food delivery guy, he addressed her as ‘my wife’ so naturally and so affectionately—Xuxu was in a daze for quite a while.

  She snapped out of her trance and nodded at the food delivery guy. “Okay. I’ll get the money.”


  She got up and walked out to retrieve her purse which she’d placed on the table outside.

  The delivery guy followed after her.

  After she made the payment, Xuxu showed the delivery guy out of the President’s office before returning to Yan Rusheng’s room.

  When she entered, she saw that Yan Rusheng had already laid out the dishes on the coffee table. Seeing Xuxu walking in, he smiled and waved at her.

  Xuxu was baffled. Somehow, she felt that something wasn’t right but couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

  Seeing all the appetizing dishes, Xuxu rubbed her rumbling tummy and decided to tuck in first.

  She walked over and sat down next to Yan Rusheng before picking up a pair of chopsticks to devour the food.

  Yan Rusheng had ordered from her favorite restaurant, and all the dishes were to her liking. She ate to her heart’s content until her stomach was full to bursting.

  After resting for a while, she dragged her exhausted body to clear away the food boxes and then poured herself a glass of water from the pantry before continuing with her work.

  Both of them went back to their quiet selves. From time to time, the sound of Yan Rusheng typing away on the keyboard could be heard as he stared intently at the laptop screen.