The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 169 - 166 Clay Pot Rice

Following Tang Yuan and Wei Jun to the cafeteria, the three of them ordered some meals and found a spot to sit down.

They were just chatting when a slender, well-mannered young man with glasses approached with a tray in hand. Looking around and seeing that all the seats were taken except for a few empty ones, he hesitated before setting his sights on the vacant seat next to Ling Chen and headed over.

"Excuse me, may I... can I sit here?"

Ling Chen glanced at him and immediately grinned, "No need to be polite, have a seat."

Ling Chen had seen this bespectacled young man before—a couple of times at the restroom and once during a job interview when he accidentally walked into the conference room.

Among hundreds of people at Hongyu Group, it was interesting that they could bump into each other again; seemed like fate.

"Hey, I’m Ling Chen, this is Tang Yuan, Wei Jun, we’re all members of the security department. How about you?" Ling Chen initiated a conversation.

"My name is Ji Beizhao, I work in the Market Research Department."

Ji Beizhao spoke in a gentle and quiet voice, nearly like a woman, and even blushed talking to so many people, which everyone found amusing.

Ling Chen was curious; employees in the Market Research Department have to deeply engage with the market and interact with people, was Ji Beizhao’s character really suited for this?

Wei Jun casually remarked, "Hey, Ji, based on your accent, you don’t seem local."

"I used to study abroad and just recently returned home."

"Wow, can’t tell; turns out you’re a foreign graduate."

Ji Beizhao smiled shyly, "Many in Hongyu Group are high-caliber talents returned from studying abroad; I’m nothing special."

Ling Chen silently nodded; the young man was quite humble, and his personality seemed fine. Staying in such a big company, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to make more friends. Usually hanging around with the big guys from the security department was dull, so making friends from other departments could be a good thing.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Ling Chen saw a delicate-looking girl carrying a tray sit down at the table next to them.

"Lan," he waved in greeting.

This girl’s name was Wang Lan, secretary to Nanrong Wanqing.

"Mr. Ling," Wang Lan greeted him with a smile.

"Lan, has the chairman had lunch yet?"

Wang Lan shook her head, "The chairman is still busy; I just asked her, she said she doesn’t have time to eat now and asked me to keep her meal."

Ling Chen checked the time; it was almost 1:30 pm. That woman really didn’t know how to take care of herself, no matter how busy, she should eat first.

He stood up immediately, "You guys keep talking, I’ll go bring some food to the chairman."

Tang Yuan teased, "The old virgin is catching on, finally caring about a female colleague?"

"Get lost."

"Old virgin?" Hearing this peculiar nickname, Wei Jun chuckled looking at Ling Chen, "Ling, no wonder you wouldn’t come out with me for some fun at night, turns out it’s because..."

Ling Chen’s face rarely blushed, he glared and said, "Don’t listen to his nonsense, I’m off!"

Originally, Ling Chen wanted to get Nanrong Wanqing a meal from the cafeteria, but it was so late that the food had already gone cold. Thinking of Nanrong Wanqing’s delicate physique, Ling Chen simply ran out of the company and bought a clay pot rice from a restaurant across the street, which he brought to the chairman’s office.

He knocked on the door and heard Nanrong Wanqing’s voice from inside, Ling Chen gently pushed the door open and strode in.

At that moment, Nanrong Wanqing was still buried in work at her desk, not even lifting her head.

"Lan, the document I was asking you for just now, give it to me."

While speaking, she was seriously signing a document with a pen, and raised her other hand slightly towards the outer edge of the desk.

Ling Chen helplessly shook his head; this woman actually mistook him for the secretary, Wang Lan.

He stepped forward and placed the freshly-bought clay pot rice directly onto her hand. Feeling the unexpected weight in her hand, Nanrong Wanqing immediately lifted her head. Seeing Ling Chen in front of her, she expressed her surprise, "Why is it you?"

Ling Chen chided, "Look at the time, no matter how busy you are, you should eat first. Eating well gives you the strength to work. Here, this clay pot rice was just bought, hurry up and eat it while it’s warm."

Hearing the care in his words, Nanrong Wanqing’s heart warmed, and a small smile unconsciously spread across her lips.

Opening the lunchbox and smelling the delicious aroma, her beautiful eyes suddenly lit up with a peculiar sparkle, curiously looking at Ling Chen, "How did you know I like fish-flavored shredded pork?"

"I just picked randomly, glad you like it," Ling Chen said, smiling.

Of course, he would not tell Nanrong Wanqing that he had specifically made a call to Nanrong Hao, who as a brother, knew his sister best.

However, to Nanrong Wanqing, it felt like a special twist of fate. Could it be true telepathy? Thinking this, her pretty face blushed slightly as she quickly bowed her head and started eating the fish-flavored shredded pork in the lunchbox, hiding her embarrassment.

After a few bites, she noticed Ling Chen was still standing there and couldn’t help asking, "Aren’t you going back to your office?"

"I’ll wait until you finish eating. Once you’re done, I’ll leave." Saying this, Ling Chen found a chair to sit on, crossing his legs and casually pulling out a toothpick to chew on.

Seeing his relaxed demeanor, Nanrong Wanqing reprimanded him, "Mind your image, this is the chairman’s office, what if someone saw?"

"What’s there to be afraid of." Ling Chen said nonchalantly, "The chairman herself doesn’t mind, who dares to care. Come on, stop worrying about me and eat your meal."

This jerk... who said I didn’t mind.

Nanrong Wanqing muttered to herself but did not argue further, burying her head in her fragrant meal.

With her usual appetite, she would be full after half of it. But today, somehow under Ling Chen’s ’supervision’, she managed to clean up the pot entirely, and even felt somewhat reluctant to stop.

"I’m done," she presented the empty lunchbox in front of Ling Chen, "Don’t bring me this to eat anymore."

"Why, wasn’t it tasty?"

"I’m afraid of getting fat."

She usually controlled her portion to maintain her figure.

Ling Chen nonchalantly said, "It’s fine, a bit chubbier is good, feels more substantial."

"How do you know I’m not... substantial..." Nanrong Wanqing blurted out, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she immediately stopped herself, her face turning crimson, unable to utter another word.

Last time he held her naked body, he probably knew perfectly well where she was more or less endowed.

Seeing Nanrong Wanqing’s enticingly bashful appearance, Ling Chen could guess what she was thinking, feeling a bit embarrassed. Not knowing how to continue the conversation, he quickly cleared his throat, "Well... if there’s nothing else, I’ll get going first, you continue with your work." Saying that, he quickly walked out of the office.