“Isn’t this supposed to be a surprise for you?”
“Surprise? More like a scare,” Lin Shuwen said grumpily.
“How did I scare you?”
Lin Shuwen clutched the hem of her clothes and didn’t answer.
“If you won’t say it, then let me guess — were you afraid I’d see you running?”
“You—you already know, don’t you!”
“I’ve seen you run plenty of times before.”
“That’s different. Different perspective.”
“It’s the same. You’re beautiful no matter when.”
“Ahem! Sister Wen, you must be thirsty, right? Here, drink some water!” Chen Junmiao forcefully cut off their conversation.
If this kept going, who knows what would happen?
Lin Shuwen felt her ears burning. She instinctively took the water, twisted off the cap, and took a big gulp.
“Phew~” Lin Shuwen let out a long breath, finally calming down.
“Miaomiao, take President Luo to my place and wait for me!”
“Huh? Sister Wen…”
“Is there a problem?”
Chen Junmiao really wanted to say yes, a huge problem.
But Lin Shuwen’s attitude was so firm that Chen Junmiao didn’t dare object.
So Chen Junmiao brought Luo Ming back to Lin Shuwen’s home in Shanghai.
“Ah! President Luo, sorry — I forgot to ask Sister Wen for the door code.”
Luo Ming glanced at Chen Junmiao’s exaggerated acting and smiled: “It’s fine. I know the code.”
With that, under Chen Junmiao’s horrified gaze, Luo Ming entered the code, pushed open the door, and walked in.
Chen Junmiao was completely stunned.
How… how did this man know Sister Wen’s door code?
But soon Chen Junmiao realized she’d been shocked too early.
Because Chen Junmiao discovered that Luo Ming was extremely, extremely familiar with Sister Wen’s home. Without her saying anything, Luo Ming knew where the kitchen was, where the fridge was, and even which shelf in the fridge the juice was on.
“P-President Luo, have you… been to Sister Wen’s place before?”
“No, Wenwen sent me photos.”
“Hiss~” Chen Junmiao sucked in a breath of cold air. That was basically the same as having been there.
Just how much did Sister Wen trust this man? Not only did she invest in his company, but she even sent him photos of her home?
A strong sense of crisis rose in Chen Junmiao’s heart. She was really afraid that Sister Wen would be scammed out of both money and feelings, ending up with nothing. The romance novels she’d been reading lately were all written like that.
“Miss Chen, don’t be so nervous.”
“I—I’m not nervous.”
“How about you wipe off your sweat first?”
Chen Junmiao pulled out a tissue and dabbed her forehead — dry. She hadn’t sweat at all. But now she wished she had, because this was even more awkward!
“Hahaha! Miss Chen, you’re kind of cute.”
Chen Junmiao fought the urge to beat Luo Ming up and said: “President Luo, that joke isn’t funny.”
“Alright, let’s talk business then. Miss Chen, you probably have questions you want to ask, right?”
“President Luo, what’s your relationship with Sister Wen?”
“Probably something like ‘I’m in you and you’re in me’?”
“Huh?”
“Just kidding, just kidding! The two of us have mutual feelings, I suppose.”
“That’s still pretty serious. If Sister Shan finds out…”
“She won’t find out, right?” Luo Ming suddenly asked in a serious tone.
Chen Junmiao froze for a moment, then nodded.
“Good. Miss Chen, don’t worry. If this causes Sister Shan to blame you or fire you, you can come to my company. I still need a secretary.”
“N-No need. I’m doing quite well here with Sister Wen.”
Luo Ming smiled and didn’t dwell on the matter.
But honestly, Luo Ming genuinely thought Chen Junmiao was someone with strong work abilities. She’d probably make a fine secretary for him too.
“Miss Chen, does Wenwen have any work scheduled for the next three days?”
“Tomorrow is Sister Wen’s archery competition. The day after, she’s recording her album. The day after that, there’s nothing scheduled.”
“So she can only rest on Sunday!”
Chen Junmiao nodded.
“The celebrity life isn’t easy either!” Luo Ming sighed.
By the time Lin Shuwen got home, it was already past 6 in the evening.
Luo Ming had thought about following Lin Shuwen’s example from last time and cooking dinner for her too.
But then he reconsidered — his cooking could only be described as barely edible. It definitely wasn’t anywhere near “delicious.” So he just decided to order takeout.
Shanghai was Ele.me’s home base. Back at the end of 2012, you could already order takeout in Shanghai.
When Luo Ming had transmigrated, most takeout was pre-made meals, but takeout at this time was still relatively clean and hygienic.
Luo Ming ordered a few light dishes and steamed some rice himself.
When Lin Shuwen got home and saw the table full of food, she looked a bit surprised.
“Luo Ming, you can cook too?”
“Of course—”
“Sister Wen, he ordered takeout!” Chen Junmiao immediately jumped in.
“Takeout? That works too. Saves Chuchu from cooking. You two eat as well!”
“President Luo, how’s 2048 doing?” Chen Sichu asked curiously at the dinner table.
“Last week we only made about 3 million.”
“3 million! That much! The game launched on Tuesday — that’s only 5 days and it already made 3 million?” Chen Junmiao asked in shock.
“That’s nothing! A mere 3 million. The expected revenue for this game should be between 10 and 15 million, and this is just a test run.”
“President Luo is awesome!” Chen Sichu gave a thumbs-up.
Chen Junmiao, on the other hand, fell silent. Her emotions were complicated right now. If she mapped it onto the novels she’d been reading lately, Lin Shuwen was the rich young lady, Luo Ming was the poor kid, and she was the rich lady’s retainer.
In a normal plot, the poor kid should be making threats like: “Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west — don’t look down on a poor young man!”
But instead, the poor kid was playing dumb to catch the tiger. She, the retainer, was supposed to be lofty and above it all, but now she’d been thoroughly slapped in the face by the poor kid and didn’t dare underestimate him one bit anymore.
Now she could only cover her face, hair disheveled, panting softly, gazing at the poor kid with unyielding eyes…
If Luo Ming knew what Chen Junmiao was thinking, he’d definitely wonder what kind of side gigs Chen Junmiao had done. Like writing stuff for some club, some forum moderator position, some content platform…
Her writing skills were too solid. With just a few words, she’d completely derailed the scene.
Of course, Luo Ming didn’t have mind-reading abilities. He didn’t know what Chen Junmiao was thinking, so he just continued talking about the company’s games.
“President Luo, when is Plants vs. Zombies coming out? I’ll buy a copy to support it!” Chen Sichu asked.
“No need. I’ll give you two a copy when the time comes.”
“That’s too kind of you.”
“It’s just a game. You two are Wenwen’s right hands. No need to be polite with me.”
“Then thank you, President Luo.”
After the meal, Chen Sichu had already gotten completely comfortable with Luo Ming.
Chen Junmiao had been listening to the back-and-forth between Luo Ming and Lin Shuwen the whole time. Only then did she realize that Sister Wen had been involved in the company’s management all along. She’d been worrying over nothing.
