Meixiu's eyes looked around Xiaohui's office. This is probably the fourth time she gets to visit and actually sit in her wife's office chair. Looking around the now lively office, Meixiu couldn't help but smile on her lips.
Xiaohui shut the door behind her, looking intently at the figure of Meixiu standing in front of her. Her head shaking after a few seconds, she walked towards the couch and sat down quietly.
"Baby, you got this office all for yourself?"
The trophies are shining through the glimmering sunlight. The shiny frames hanging on the walls had certificates with Xiaohui's name printed on them. The clean, minimalist, and homey vibe of the office made Meixiu feel at ease.
It definitely screams Xiaohui.
The taller woman looked back, seeing Xiaohui sitting down on the couch just beside the doorway. She quickly walked towards her, putting the container of food down on the coffee table and kneeling in front of Xiaohui.
Her lips curve into a smile, hand holding Xioahui's with a gentle care. The smaller woman, confused about what's happening, furrowed her eyebrows.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm so proud of you."
The genuine smile never left the taller woman's lips, her compliment making its way inside Xiaohui's conscious mind.
It was a simple yet effective way to make the smaller woman's heart flutter. Xiaohui nodded, her throat clearing before she looked around, afraid that the taller, kneeling woman in front of her might see her red face.
"I didn't do anything."
Xiaohui knows it wasn't her doing all the things she has now. It was all Meixiu. Even if the taller woman wouldn't tell her anything about the things that are done on her table, she can feel it was all because of her.
The reason she managed to finish college? Even with a failing grade? It was because of Meixiu.
Xiaohui didn't understand how someone like Meixiu, powerful and having people she knows because of her connection as the Mafia's daughter, could settle for less.
Her Zheng family is not even equal to her toes.
Hell, even if the Zheng family sold every asset they have, they wouldn't be able to pay Meixiu the debt.
"Yes, you did."
Meixiu smiles widely. Although she has been helping Xiaohui with everything, she loves how humble and kind the woman is.
With everything, she wasn't forgotten. Xiaohui still managed to treat Meixiu to things she didn't have any access to.
Contrary to what Xiaohui has in mind, Meixiu didn't get to touch everything the Song Mafia has. When she was sent to the orphanage, she had to start from scratch.
Accepting the dark reality behind every human being's behavior, she settled down with someone she had no clue about. Yet look at her; she was madly in love with the smaller woman in front of her.
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Meixiu walked out of the Zheng Company with a smile. The heartwarming yet peaceful lunch with her wife was all she needed to feel recharged.
"Ms. Song."
Her thoughts got interrupted when a familiar voice spoke out. She turned her head to the side, seeing Wenqian standing beside her vehicle. Meixiu quickly walks towards her, spinning the woman around so her back is facing the people.
"What are you doing here?"
"The company's in trouble."
Meixiu's eyebrows furrowed, her eyes locked with Wenqian's as if asking her to continue with what she's about to say. The woman sighs in disappointment, looking helplessly towards the taller woman.
"Someone's attacking the company; they have been trying to seize the moment to see the chairman behind the big corporation in Jiangqiao."
Meixiu nodded, her arms crossing on her chest as she thought of a way to drive that person away. She didn't want to know that the famous garbage daughter-in-law of the Zhengs is the chairman of such a company.
"Let them."
"Ms. Song—"
"I don't care whether the stock's value decreases because of that person; it'll die down anyway."
Meixiu said, certain that the company won't go bankrupt. Ren Shun probably has an idea about who this person is, yet he's not doing anything about it.
That means the old man has faith that Meixiu will be able to save such a big reputation. And he's not wrong; even if the Ren Empire won't help her with this one, the Song Mafia has everything in Jiangqiao.
She can definitely use every resource the Song Mafia has just to save the company. And besides, she just accepted this gift so she can have Xiaohui climbing at the top of the Zheng company hierarchy.
She'll definitely have every project she can think of be handled by her wife.
"We're not doing anything, Young Master?"
"For now, arrange charity work in the nearby province. Let's win the people's sympathy."
As their conversation continues, Mingxia, who just went back in the company, has her eyebrows furrowed upon seeing a familiar woman beside Meixiu.
"Who the hell?"
"Mingxia, what are you doing out there?"
The woman's gaze snapped away from the two figures, looking towards her brother, who stood at the door, and seeing the frustration the man held on his face.
"Aren't you going inside? Xiaohui's been getting all the projects!"
"Qiang, this is more important."
The man's frustration grew; he groaned and messed his hair, not taking his sister's words anymore. Last time this happened, they were hurt because of something they didn't have any knowledge about.
"I'm not playing any of your games."
"No, look."
Mingxia pointed at the two figures that entered the car. Her eyebrows furrowed more, seeing as Wenqian entered the car with Meixiu's help while the garbage took the backseat.
Qiang didn't manage to catch a glimpse of Wenqian, seeing as Meixiu entered a car, which made his hands ball in anger. Who did she offend this time? The Zheng family definitely won't let her see the sunlight again.
"Who did she offend this time?"
"No, she's with Ms. Zhong!"
Qiang scoffs, looking at the vehicle that just left the Zheng Company premises. The car does seem familiar, but he's not settling on what his sister said.
"That's impossible."
"It is! I just saw them talking seriously, and then Meixiu helped Ms. Zhong enter the car while she sat in the backseat."
Qiang shakes his head; there's no way that Meixiu actually has Wenqian as someone she knows. It's not like they went to the same college and became friends.
The Zhongs are one of the richest families in Jiangqiao. They have let Wenqian work in one of the most successful companies in town to let her practice.
But because it was bought by the Ren Clan, they didn't plan on convincing her to retire and manage their company. They wanted her to befriend the chairman or become his wife.
And yes, even Wenqian's family didn't have any idea who the chairman is. All she can think of is becoming Meixiu's trusted friend, not wanting to become a mistress.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"I'm speaking the truth."
Mingxia said, sighing in the process. Her head was shaking as she felt disappointed that her brother was so blind. Her eyes widen upon realizing something; her action causes Qiang to look at her weirdly.
"Oh my God!"
"What?"
Mingxia looked at her brother with shock, her hand lay in front of her mouth as it was wide open. Thinking back, Wenqian seems respectful towards Meixiu.
It seems like the aura she's producing when she's with an employee or them is different. Could it be...
Qiang scoffs at what his sister's thinking. He already has an idea of what that is, and he's definitely not buying any of it.
"Could it be..."
"No, Meixiu's trash, and you probably saw someone who looked like Ms. Zhong. Stop daydreaming, Mingxia."
Qiang left the woman standing in front of the company, his head still shaking as he couldn't believe the unbelievable assumption he had heard from his sister.