Chapter 31: Going Home with the CEO

Lin Mo hadn't done a lick of professional work. She spent the entire day slacking off. Outside the door, Lu Mingzhu had just returned. Weisheng Yan had personally instructed her to delete all the photos and videos of Lin Mo from the previous night, a task she had just finished. This incident would no longer have any impact on Lin Mo. However, after the investigation, she had become clear about Lin Mo’s situation: her family doted on a fake adopted daughter while bullying their true daughter. It was baffling and incomprehensible.

As the final tasks of the afternoon were completed, it was time to clock out. Seeing someone call Weisheng Yan away, Lin Mo watched him longingly—should she wait for him? A group of executives walked toward the door. Weisheng Yan glanced sideways: "We'll talk when we get home."

"Wait ten minutes."

Lin Mo nodded hurriedly, exhaling in relief: "Okay." She tucked away her letter of self-criticism, planning to hand it to Weisheng Yan in ten minutes. The other executives began to look at one another with strange expressions, their eyes unable to help but drift toward the very young-looking secretary. Since when did the President's office have a little secretary? She was fair-skinned and delicate, and she was going home with the President? Everyone remained silent in tacit understanding, but in their hearts, they were already speculating about Lin Mo's identity.

Weisheng Yan watched her head drop, a strand of hair falling beside her temple, looking soft and delicate. Withdrawing his gaze, he strode toward the conference room. The staff in the secretary department had all heard Weisheng Yan’s words. Yang Xixi was completely shocked: "Bai Xue, what... what did the President just say?"

Su Baixue was green with envy: "He said they are going home together!" Yang Xixi found it hard to believe. With her good family background and high educational credentials, she had been at the company for over two years and had never seen a woman by the President’s side. They were actually living together? How could that be? "That country bumpkin, she’s living with the President?" Yang Xixi’s face turned sallow: "How is this possible? If it were some socialite from the capital or a top-tier celebrity, I wouldn’t say anything. But Lin Mo? Is she even worthy?"

Su Baixue also frowned tightly: "Who knows? Seeing how she has so many tricks up her sleeve, perhaps she’s just very good at acting pitiful in front of men? The President is a man too; encountering a woman like this, he’s probably just playing around. What kind of place is the Weisheng family? It’s impossible for them to accept a girl from such a destitute background like Lin Mo." She crossed her arms, her eyes cold. She could only wait to see how Lin Mo would be dumped.

Even though she said this, she had to admit she was deathly jealous. Even being the President's mistress would be a fantastic thing, after all, he was the untouchable Weisheng Yan.

Lin Mo waited obediently in the office. Although people were jealous behind her back, no one dared to come into the President’s office to cause trouble. Ten minutes later, Sun Wu came to call Lin Mo downstairs, carrying his briefcase. "Secretary Lin, let's go. The car is downstairs." Lin Mo followed him obediently. Sun Wu kept his head down, replying to messages on his phone. Others watched Lin Mo with envy and jealousy. Lin Mo let out a breath—calm, composed. She had nothing going on with the President, so she wasn't afraid of people whispering.

A low-profile business car waited downstairs. Lin Mo pursed her lips: "Um, why don't you two take it? I'll just take a taxi home." She felt a bit awkward. Many people leaving work were watching them. Who wouldn't recognize the President's car? The capital license plate, all 888s.

"The President waited specifically for you. It's on the way, and you live together anyway, so don't be polite." Sun Wu said as he opened the car door. The interior was spacious, but Weisheng Yan’s frame was so tall that he made the car seem small. His long, straight legs were folded, a laptop resting on them. His gaze was lowered, the faint light of the screen reflecting on his features. His profile was like an ancient Greek sculpture—perfect. Beneath his long lashes, his cold, deep eyes reflected the contents of the screen. Such a cold temperament.

Lin Mo felt goosebumps on her arms and climbed in obediently, keeping a wide distance from Weisheng Yan. She fastened her seatbelt properly, folded her hands on her knees like a primary school student, and deliberately looked out the window. She saw many people pointing and whispering. Lin Mo’s smile stiffened, and she looked straight ahead. A slight "click" sounded in her ear as Weisheng Yan closed his laptop.

"Read."

Lin Mo was startled. "Huh?" She immediately realized and took out her letter of self-criticism. But there was a driver, and Assistant Sun was in the front passenger seat. She felt embarrassed. The car started, and a partition descended, blocking off the front from the back. Now, only Weisheng Yan could hear her voice. Yet, in this confined space, Lin Mo felt even more awkward. "Ahem, respected President, hello. Yesterday, you entrusted me with a heavy responsibility—the translation work. For a newcomer like me, I am flattered..."

Lin Mo’s voice was neither high nor low, clear and melodic. She was cold by nature, but how cold could a young girl’s voice really be? Weisheng Yan leaned back in his seat, his eyes originally fixed ahead, but gradually, they closed. He was getting sleepy. The young girl’s voice was pleasant, like a kitten scratching at his ear. Her articulation was precise and clear. Weisheng Yan’s throat moved, but he said nothing, just listening to her read the letter.

The car wasn't moving fast. Lin Mo finished reading the letter before long. She peeked at Weisheng Yan; he seemed to have fallen asleep. Her gaze rested on his face—he truly deserved his reputation as the number one beauty. She looked away, holding the letter and staring out the window. It seemed her reading was truly hypnotic. However, Lin Mo’s eyes paused, recalling what He Yue had told her about last night. Last night... he had gone to save her in the middle of the night, stayed until dawn, and then came to work early in the morning. He must be exhausted.

The air conditioning in the back seat was a bit cold. Lin Mo rubbed her arms, wanting to ask Assistant Sun to turn up the temperature, but she didn't dare to disturb the President’s sleep. She hesitated and looked sideways, noticing that Weisheng Yan also seemed a bit cold. Fortunately, there was a small blanket in the back seat. She pulled it out and saw it was a gray wool blanket. Her eyes shifted, and she noticed a cute yellow blanket as well, patterned with little ducks.

Hmm... this was for a girl. Could it be for Weisheng Yan’s rumored secret wife? Or a girlfriend? Although no one had ever captured photos of those rumors, they always existed. Lin Mo took the gray wool blanket, unbuckled her seatbelt, and crept toward him. She covered Weisheng Yan with the blanket, step by step... After all, he had saved her last night; it was fine to be grateful, right? Thinking this, she kept her eyes on his tie, not daring to look at his face.

Done. Lin Mo was pleased and prepared to retreat to her seat.

*Screech.*

The car braked suddenly. Lin Mo let out a small cry and tumbled into Weisheng Yan’s arms, her hand bracing against his thigh. A chill went down her neck, and she frowned in annoyance, feeling that she was doomed. At that moment, she regretted ever trying to cover him with that blanket. It wouldn't have killed him to be a little cold.