Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 570 - 442: Meeting in Beijing. (Why does this name sound so much like lyrics...3000)_2
The private doctor left after administering the medicine.
Feng Chengjin tossed himself on the recliner sofa in a daze. After a while, realizing he couldn’t sleep like that, he opened a large bottle of whiskey and drank himself into oblivion. Only after finishing a whole pack of cigarettes did he manage to fall asleep.
...
Days passed by in the same manner.
Beijing and Rong City’s two ends.
While Qiu Zhixuan stared in a daze at a lunchbox at noon, Feng Chengjin was looking at a table full of Western food. He pursed his lips before suddenly pushing everything onto the floor with a "bang."
Then he got up, found some rice and vegetables, and cooked a Chinese-style preserved fruit meal.
At night, while Feng Chengjin played video games through the night in the living room, Qiu Zhixuan leaned under a tree in a still-cold courtyard in Beijing, gazing at the starless sky. She didn’t want to cry, yet tears choked her as she hugged her knees in anguish until midnight.
While Qiu Zhixuan, with a feverish headache, went to work, Feng Chengjin slept directly into the afternoon after a drunken morning.
When Feng Chengjin woke up and locked himself in the study to frown and read books on logical reasoning and other brain-consuming materials, Qiu Zhixuan was in a yoga studio, listening to calming music to soothe her mind.
As Feng Chengjin immersed himself in the indoor pool to swim crazily, Qiu Zhixuan, accompanied by Bai Qifan, was once again drinking in the bar to everyone’s amazement!
Time is like two unwilling intersecting parallel lines, connecting people in two different cities, day and night.
From afar, their lives might appear similar, yet no one can play God and oversee it all.
So whether it’s Feng Chengjin or Qiu Zhixuan, they can’t see each other.
Until an entire week had passed.
Empty inside, Qiu Zhixuan finally returned from her pain, staring at the first task her leader assigned for her preparation to become a deputy section chief. She decided to pull herself together and work hard, then unthinkingly accepted the assignment and received the [2019 National People’s Congress XX Session XX Meeting—Staff Entry Permit], pursed her lips, and began to work like a strong woman amid everyone’s amazement, taking on high-intensity training.
Going so resolutely and agreeing so decisively really stunned everyone in the unit.
Not to mention that she cut her waist-length curls to shoulder-length, shedding her ladylike aura, and dressed in professional attire, with part of her hair tucked behind clean ears, looking both decisive and capable.
Twenty-eight-year-old Qiu Zhixuan was undoubtedly still stunningly beautiful.
Having experienced the confusion of a girl’s youth and the gentle elegance of early womanhood, she had now completely transformed into the third stage of a woman’s life.
Meanwhile, Feng Chengjin in Rong City.
On the seventh day as well.
Listening to news that Ding Hui had taken leave, Yang Yue had taken leave, Wang Yikun had taken leave, Yu Yuanshen had disappeared, and Yun Fan was busy with his team locked in a high-level meeting room, all day without saying a word. Even He Qimo almost interrogated him like a census, asking what he was doing three times a day.
While everyone else had vanished, and his phone remained silent without a single message.
He let out a cold laugh, a mixture of despair and a final farewell. His cold and gloomy eyes were terrifying yet calm and hollow.
Pulling out the SIM card, he tossed it to the butler and said, "Cancel this card for me! If anyone calls asking about me, tell them I’m dead."
Then he took out another phone and called Qin Nuo, "Is the ticket confirmed? Get ready to leave."
Of course, Qin Nuo knew what the president was busy with. It was something very important that could not be taken lightly! Though he didn’t know why the president had suddenly changed numbers.
But he replied seriously, "It was booked a week ago, and Xiao Zuo and I are already on the way to pick you up. We’ll be at the villa in less than ten minutes."
"Okay." Feng Chengjin hung up the call, adjusted his tie and suit, and shaved his messy beard.
He looked at himself in the mirror, thirty-six years old, with nothing added except crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes.
Nothing had been taken away; after a massive disaster, he still had one nose and two eyes...
His emotions remained perpetually blank, except for a scar on the back of his head that would linger with a pain he could never forget...
He laughed mockingly at himself.
Pausing briefly, he walked into the study, picked up a pile of document folders, and a certificate sent three months ago, and stepped out the door.
Outside.
Qin Nuo and Xiao Zuo arrived promptly, just as he reached downstairs, the car pulled up at the door.
The butler loaded his suitcase into the trunk, noticing how lightly he had packed by himself, and couldn’t help but say, "President, it will be much colder there, you should take another coat, just a woolen coat won’t do."
He only glanced coldly and replied, "No need, I’m only staying for three days, I’ll leave as soon as the meeting ends."
Then he boarded the car with a grim coldness. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
As the car started.
Xiao Zuo was very excited because for him, it was a chance to serve the benefactor again after a week’s hiatus.
As Qin Nuo just asked him to drive to the airport, he hadn’t told him where they were going.
Excited, Xiao Zuo couldn’t help but revert to his old habits.
As he drove, he laughed, "President, where are you going on a business trip?"
This question undoubtedly made Qin Nuo wish he could kill him with a gaze, but unfortunately, the president seemed indifferent.
In the pause of silence, Feng Chengjin spoke, "Beijing."
"What’s the business in Beijing?"
This time, Feng Chengjin didn’t reply, just curled his lips and turned his face away.
At this moment, beside him on the leather chair, besides the documents, there was a work permit.
The work permit bore a few large words: [2019 National People’s Congress XX Session XX Conference—Attendance Certificate]
