Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“You are my wife, my stuff is your stuff. I am dedicated to you. Of course, you can take the special elevator.” He pinches An Chuxia’s nose. Of course, when he does it, the elevator stops and the doors open to the employees.
After the employees witness the scene, they are dumbfounded.
An Chuxia turns her head hurriedly. His eyes secretly smile as he glances. When An Chuxia realizes the elevator doors are about to close, she immediately steps forward to press the “Door Open” button. She smiles to the people on the other side of the door.
With a friendly smile, she says, “Come in! It’s empty.”
The people panic, but immediately calm down. They take a step back and look at her in amazement.
An Chuxia is confused. Why won’t they come in? She touches her face. Is there something terrible on her face? She doesn’t think so…. .
“Close the door.” Han Qilu is much calmer than An Chuxia. In his heart, An Chuxia is an idiot. He IS the boss, standing in the elevator. What employee isn’t scared of death?
The elevator doors close again. This time, she doesn’t press the “Door Open” button. Maybe they want to go up. But why are they paying attention to her? Standing in the lift makes her feel awkward.
The elevator stops several times, and as the doors open, the employees stare at them in horror. No one dared step into the elevator. Some of them scream and faint.
“How can I die?” An Chuxia looks at Han Qilu. “Do you abuse your employees often? They seem to be afraid of you.”
Han Qilu doesn’t speak. Finally, the elevator doors open to the first floor.
Ding. Someone with a stack of papers in his hands accidentally drops the pile with a thud when he sees An Chuxia and Han Qilu standing side-by-side in the regular elevator.
“President!” the receptionist squeals in surprise. Her sight drops to An Chuxia by his side.
She smiles in her heart when she sees the receptionist’s miserable expression. She turns and smiles at Han Qilu and rests her hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need to see me off. I can return by myself.”
Han Qilu freezes, and out of his periphery, he sees An Chuxia eye the receptionist. Looking at the horror at the receptionist’s face, he assumes something happened between An Chuxia and the receptionist prior to her arrival to his office. He reaches out and hugs her around her slender shoulders. His smile spreads on his lips. “Be careful. I’ll have my people send you home.”
“Okay,” she replies. “Go back to work.”
He takes the opportunity to lean over and drop a soft kiss on her lips. He whispers soft enough for only An Chuxia to hear. “Do you need me to fire her?”
An Chuxia can tell Han Qilu was able to read her expression regarding the receptionist. She admires his IQ in these matters. She shakes her head again. “No.”
She takes a step forward, and away from Han Qilu. “I’m leaving.”
As he watches her leave the hall, his indifference is restored.
He walks straight to the front desk where the receptionist completely starts breaking into cold sweat. “Next time, address her as the president’s wife.”
Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
“You are my wife, my stuff is your stuff. I am dedicated to you. Of course, you can take the special elevator.” He pinches An Chuxia’s nose. Of course, when he does it, the elevator stops and the doors open to the employees.
After the employees witness the scene, they are dumbfounded.
An Chuxia turns her head hurriedly. His eyes secretly smile as he glances. When An Chuxia realizes the elevator doors are about to close, she immediately steps forward to press the “Door Open” button. She smiles to the people on the other side of the door.
With a friendly smile, she says, “Come in! It’s empty.”
The people panic, but immediately calm down. They take a step back and look at her in amazement.
An Chuxia is confused. Why won’t they come in? She touches her face. Is there something terrible on her face? She doesn’t think so…. .
“Close the door.” Han Qilu is much calmer than An Chuxia. In his heart, An Chuxia is an idiot. He IS the boss, standing in the elevator. What employee isn’t scared of death?
The elevator doors close again. This time, she doesn’t press the “Door Open” button. Maybe they want to go up. But why are they paying attention to her? Standing in the lift makes her feel awkward.
The elevator stops several times, and as the doors open, the employees stare at them in horror. No one dared step into the elevator. Some of them scream and faint.
“How can I die?” An Chuxia looks at Han Qilu. “Do you abuse your employees often? They seem to be afraid of you.”
Han Qilu doesn’t speak. Finally, the elevator doors open to the first floor.
Ding. Someone with a stack of papers in his hands accidentally drops the pile with a thud when he sees An Chuxia and Han Qilu standing side-by-side in the regular elevator.
“President!” the receptionist squeals in surprise. Her sight drops to An Chuxia by his side.
She smiles in her heart when she sees the receptionist’s miserable expression. She turns and smiles at Han Qilu and rests her hand on his shoulder. “You don’t need to see me off. I can return by myself.”
Han Qilu freezes, and out of his periphery, he sees An Chuxia eye the receptionist. Looking at the horror at the receptionist’s face, he assumes something happened between An Chuxia and the receptionist prior to her arrival to his office. He reaches out and hugs her around her slender shoulders. His smile spreads on his lips. “Be careful. I’ll have my people send you home.”
“Okay,” she replies. “Go back to work.”
He takes the opportunity to lean over and drop a soft kiss on her lips. He whispers soft enough for only An Chuxia to hear. “Do you need me to fire her?”
An Chuxia can tell Han Qilu was able to read her expression regarding the receptionist. She admires his IQ in these matters. She shakes her head again. “No.”
She takes a step forward, and away from Han Qilu. “I’m leaving.”
As he watches her leave the hall, his indifference is restored.
He walks straight to the front desk where the receptionist completely starts breaking into cold sweat. “Next time, address her as the president’s wife.”
