Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 569 - 442: Meeting in Beijing. (Why does this name sound so much like lyrics...3000)
Afterward, waking up again.
Qiu Zhixuan found herself engulfed in a void and haze of her days.
A night of drunkenness couldn’t wake her from the nightmare of Feng Chengjin’s engagement; instead, the headache seemed to magnify her heartbreak.
In the morning, she’d brush her teeth and forget the toothpaste, step out only to realize she hadn’t worn a coat, and upon returning, discover she’d forgotten her keys. After finally getting back inside, she’d find she’d also left behind her files.
Despair left her unable to muster many thoughts.
Yet she couldn’t possibly contact Feng Chengjin, so she could only look hopelessly at the news online, seeing President Feng Yi announcing Feng Chengjin’s upcoming marriage and Feng Yi’s stock soaring.
Then she’d find herself daydreaming at lunchtime, lost in thought during meetings, and subconsciously agreeing to help colleagues who unknowingly piled work on her.
At this moment, Qiu Zhixuan wasn’t sure if she was too sensitive or if, after these two years of honing, Feng Chengjin was just too famous. Either way, it seemed his engagement news permeated every facet of her life.
Even after the long-awaited end of the workday, while out shopping with friends and entering a store, she could hear two shop assistants murmuring.
"Hey, did you hear? President Feng Yi’s Feng Chengjin is getting engaged."
"Oh yeah, I know! His fiancée is stunning! They’re such a perfect match. Ah, how can there be such complementary people in the world?"
Indeed, how can there be such complementary people in the world?
Looking at the entertainment channel on TV, which happened to be broadcasting this news, even she felt that bitterness was a luxury.
What does it have to do with her? He had already forgotten her and moved on. No matter if things go well or not for him in the future, the one who should feel bitterness would only be his wife. She and he had parted, irrelevant to each other now. He’s still the CEO with a billion-dollar fortune, shining even without her.
As for her... she could only be the ordinary Qiu Zhixuan.
Apart from an inheritance of a property in Beijing, she had nothing.
With self-mockery, she placed the clothes she tried on the counter and said, "I’ll leave them." Then, she turned and left.
Behind her, as if waking from a dream, the two shop assistants watched their clothes with pity and chased after her anxiously, "Hey, miss, please try them on. You really look stunning in this outfit. We’ve never seen anyone wear clothes so beautifully as you do."
However, Qiu Zhixuan was already walking farther and farther away.
She didn’t even hear the last murmur of the shop assistants, "Hey, it’s rare to see such a beautiful lady, even more stunning than Feng Chengjin’s fiancée..."
Meanwhile, in Rong City.
Feng Chengjin, upon returning, immediately called his private doctor to tend to the glass shard wounds on his hand.
It was cold and bleak, as he returned to reside in the villa in the outskirts of Pinghu District.
The butler was somewhat moved, watching as the villa, almost abandoned by the CEO for two years, showed signs of attentive service and joy throughout.
Yet there was also an inexplicable tension and chill.
After all, the CEO was now exceedingly cold.
So cold that even when having glass shards removed with tweezers by his private doctor, he didn’t even frown.
The private doctor couldn’t help but ask, "President Feng, who exactly are you so mad at?"
With even more chilling calm, he gazed at the private doctor, his eyes erupting with a murderous glint.
After this, Feng Chengjin’s life truly made the housekeepers understand what it meant to be intensely harsh and cold.
Because Feng Chengjin didn’t come home to sleep or rest at all.
Let alone stepping into the bedroom he once shared with Miss Gu; he wouldn’t venture there again. He merely pushed open a guest room door at random and threw himself onto the bed, making do with a night.
The next morning, he’d lock himself in the gym.
Putting on boxing gloves, he pummeled the punching bag for an entire day.
He said nothing, met no one, answered no calls, and refused all invitations.
No matter what important matter anyone might bring, all they’d receive from him was a chilling, murderous glare.
Then he’d shut the door, allowing the beads of sweat to roll down his sculpted muscles, from his chest to the edge of his lounge pants.
By nightfall, the bloodstains in his hands once again summoned the private doctor.
Looking at his swollen knuckles, the private doctor couldn’t help but comment, "President Feng, even if you want to fight someone, there’s no need to go at it all day. What kind of grudge is this..."
As the words trailed off, the private doctor couldn’t continue, silenced by the cold, penetrating gaze.
