pjbooks Chapter 205 Extra: President Wen's Jealousy Has Spilled Again
Chapter 205 Extra: President Wen's Jealousy Has Spilled Again
This was the twenty-seventh time Qin Yue had heard Wen Yu sighing today.
He sat in the boss's chair, his suit impeccably tailored and his tie perfectly tied, exuding the dignified aura of someone long accustomed to a position of power.
The computer screen in front of me was filled with densely packed data reports, each number representing an astronomical sum that an ordinary person could never earn in a lifetime.
As he looked at it, his eyes began to wander.
"Qin Yue".
Qin Yue's eyelids twitched. "Yes."
"You said the baby is now teaching at Peking University," Wen Yu frowned slightly, his eyes, which had been sharp as knives just moments before, now showing a hint of grievance.
"With so many young men, all so full of youthful energy, won't she... think I'm old?"
Qin Yue's temples throbbed with pain.
He took a deep breath and spoke without changing his expression.
"No, the young mistress's love for you is unbreakable. She only has eyes for you. Besides, you're only twenty-nine years old this year, in the prime of your life. How could you be old?"
Wen Yu's brows relaxed, he nodded in satisfaction, and continued to look down at the report, his fingertips still displaying a decisive and ruthless air as he typed on the keyboard.
Qin Yue breathed a sigh of relief.
Ten minutes later.
"Qin Yue".
Qin Yue: "..."
"exist."
"What if those male college students were to hand her love letters?" Wen Yu put down the mouse, his usually cold face now showing a serious expression as if he were negotiating a multi-billion dollar merger.
"Isn't your baby too shy to refuse?"
Qin Yue stared at him for two seconds, then swallowed back the words that were about to come out.
Don't you know whether it's good or bad to refuse?
The people you sent were on guard 24 hours a day. The love letter was intercepted and thrown away as soon as it was handed out. The young mistress had no idea about it.
But he still looked sincere.
"The young mistress seems easy to talk to, but she has a firm stance. She even turned down an offer from a Nobel laureate just to be with you. What are a few men compared to her?"
Wen Yu nodded, the gloom between his brows dissipating, and he returned to being the shrewd and resourceful leader of the Wen family.
Qin Yue glanced down at his watch.
In another ten minutes or so, the young master will probably ask the third round of questions.
Fortunately, the meeting time was up.
Qin Yue spoke with a sigh of relief, "Young Master, it's time for the meeting."
Wen Yu stood up and buttoned up his suit jacket.
The indecisive, love-struck mindset from just moments ago vanished without a trace, replaced by the unwavering authority of the Wen Group's leader.
He pushed open the door and walked into the conference room.
In the conference room, the heads of each department sat upright.
Wen Yu took his seat in the main seat and his gaze swept across the entire room, causing everyone to subconsciously straighten their backs.
The CFO began reporting the quarterly data, his voice steady and his presentation clear.
As Wen Yu listened, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm neither too fast nor too slow, yet it made one inexplicably uneasy.
His gaze was fixed on the projection screen, seemingly listening intently to every number, but his peripheral vision kept glancing at the phone on the table.
My child said he has a lot of classes today, and I promised to send him a message at noon.
It's already 12:30, why is there still no movement?
Was she surrounded by students? Did someone invite her to dinner?
Did someone use the pretext of asking a question to get too close?
His face darkened visibly, the air pressure around him plummeted, and the temperature in the entire conference room seemed to drop several degrees.
The CFO paused for a moment, glancing cautiously at him, unsure if she had reported some incorrect data.
The audience was silent.
Some people secretly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, while others had already begun writing their resignation letters in their minds.
Wen Yu raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire room indifferently, his tone so calm that no emotion could be detected.
"continue."
The CFO forced himself to continue reading, his shirt back already soaked with cold sweat.
The atmosphere in the entire conference room was as oppressive as the sky before a storm.
Only Qin Yue's expression remained unchanged.
Because he knew that his young master was simply jealous.
He was annoyed that his phone wasn't ringing.
He was upset that his wife wasn't contacting him.
The atmosphere remained tense for over an hour.
When the CFO finished his report, his voice was trembling uncontrollably.
The marketing director took over, speaking twice as fast as usual, as if he wanted to finish in three seconds and escape this hellish situation.
The head of the R&D department went even further, reducing the PPT to just five pages and never daring to look Wen Yu in the eye throughout the presentation.
Everyone in the conference room was praying frantically: let this nightmare end soon.
Wen Yu remained expressionless throughout, occasionally tapping his fingers on the table; the "tap-tap" sound seemed to resonate in everyone's hearts.
Just as the marketing director was talking about the third page—
"bite."
Wen Yu's phone lit up.
Everyone's heart stopped beating for a second at the same time.
Wen Yu looked down and his expressionless face suddenly looked as if he had been struck by something.
He stared at the screen, a visible smile curving his lips, his eyes, which had been as cold as ice blades just moments before, now softened into a pool of spring water.
The meeting room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was glancing at him out of the corner of their eye. Was it Professor Su? Only Professor Su could make this devilish man change his expression so instantly.
Wen Yu completely ignored them. He stared at the line of text on the screen and read it three times, word by word.
My darling wife: [Honey~ I just finished class. The students were so enthusiastic today, they surrounded me and asked so many questions. I forgot to turn my phone off silent, so I just saw your message. I miss you, kisses (/ω＼)]
A selfie followed.
She stood in front of the podium, the empty classroom behind her, sunlight streaming in through the windows and falling on her. She flashed a peace sign at the camera, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons, her smile soft and sweet.
Wen Yu stared at the photo, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
He replied by typing.
My dearest husband: [No rush, you go about your business. I'll wait for you.]
After thinking about it, I added another sentence.
My dearest husband: [Don't overwork yourself, I'll cook you something delicious tonight.]
After sending the message, he put down his phone and looked up at the conference room.
Everyone immediately lowered their heads, pretending they hadn't seen anything.
Wen Yu cleared his throat, his tone much gentler than before: "Continue."
The marketing director was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what was happening, his speech slowed down considerably.
The subsequent presentation went surprisingly smoothly.
Wen Yu not only stopped showing his displeasure, but even nodded occasionally. After the last person finished reporting, he actually praised two of them.
"The financial data is very detailed."
"The research and development is progressing well; let's continue."
The two people whose names were mentioned almost burst into tears on the spot.
Wen Yu briefly explained the next steps, then stood up and buttoned up his suit jacket.
That's all for today.
He had barely finished speaking when he strode toward the door, leaving the people in the conference room staring at each other in disbelief.
After a long while, someone finally let out a long sigh of relief.
"I'm alive..."
"Thank you, Professor Su!!"
"Long live Professor Su..."
"I suggest awarding Professor Su a lifetime achievement award—the kind that saves all the employees of the Wen family from dire straits."
Qin Yue packed up the documents and walked out expressionlessly.
As he passed the murmuring crowd, he silently added a comment to his mind.
You think that's the end of it?
When the young mistress gets busy and stops replying to messages, you'll have your turn to suffer.