mtl008 Chapter 862 Working Overtime Until Late at Night
Chapter 862 Working Overtime Until Late at Night
Shen Qing walked into the kitchen.
She donned a simple off-white apron and pulled her long, dark hair loosely back, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck. Although she usually attended high-end events, dressed in exquisite suits, this casual outfit seemed even more gentle and charming, less aggressive than in the business world and more down-to-earth.
She gently but skillfully took out fresh ingredients from the double-door refrigerator: lively shrimps, tender organic vegetables, free-range eggs just delivered from the farm, and the spare ribs that the children had specifically requested.
Shen Qing's fingers were slender and white. At this moment, she was carefully processing the shrimp thread. Her expression was focused and serious, as if she was completing an important work of art rather than a simple meal.
"Mom, are you really going to cook today?" An An held the rag doll and lay curiously at the kitchen door, her big round eyes full of anticipation.
Shen Qing turned around, a gentle smile on her face. That smile was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, rippling the surface. "Yes, what does An An want to eat? Mommy will make you your favorite tomato scrambled eggs, okay?"
"Okay! Let's have sweet and sour pork ribs too!" An An cheered.
"Got it, little greedy cat." Shen Qing scratched her daughter's nose and turned her gaze to Kang Kang who was reading a picture book. "What about your little brother? What do you want to eat today?"
Kang Kang tilted his head and thought for a moment like a little adult: "Everything my mom cooks is delicious. I want to eat steamed fish."
"No problem," Shen Qing agreed with a smile, her heart softening. Though she was the envied wife of the Yuzheng Group CEO, possessing immense wealth, she never considered housework and childcare the exclusive responsibility of a nanny. For her, cooking for her beloved family and watching them enjoy their delicious, contented meals was an irreplaceable joy.
She began to bustle about in an orderly manner, washing vegetables, chopping them, cooking them, seasoning them... Every step seemed so skillful and natural, as if she was born to be such a virtuous wife and mother.
The range hood was running quietly, and a sizzling sound came from the pot. Soon, the sweet and sour aroma of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and the rich aroma of sweet and sour spare ribs filled the entire kitchen, tempting the children's taste buds.
Her movements were graceful and calm, and even though beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, she showed no sign of panic.
The sunlight outlines her soft profile, and her concentration and gentleness shine more beautifully than any precious jewelry.
This is Shen Qing, who is not only adept at handling social situations, but also able to make ordinary family days warm and poetic with just a bowl of porridge and a meal.
After a while, three dishes and a soup were served one after another. They were delicious and the presentation was exquisite and beautiful, not inferior to the skills of the restaurant chef.
Shen Qing took off her apron, looked at the steaming food on the table, and then looked at the children who couldn't wait to pick up their spoons, her eyes full of love and satisfaction.
"Wait a minute, your dad hasn't come back yet."
Shen Qing raised her wrist to check the time.
It was already past Yan Bei's time to get off work.
I muttered to myself, "It's already this late, why haven't you come back yet?"
Then she picked up her phone and called Yan Bei.
She picked up her phone, found the number that was so familiar, hesitated for a moment, and finally dialed it. The call went through quickly, and there seemed to be the faint sound of keyboard tapping in the background.
"Hello, Yan Bei." Shen Qing's voice was gentle, with a hint of subtle expectation, "Are you...off work?"
Yan Bei's low and slightly tired voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wife, I'm sorry, I have an unexpected international meeting and have to work overtime tonight. I may not be back until very late."
The smile on Shen Qing's face faded a little, but she quickly adjusted herself, her tone still calm: "Is that so... It's okay, work is more important. Then remember to eat on time and don't get too tired."
"Okay, I got it. You and the kids can eat first, no need to wait for me." Yan Bei's voice was filled with apology and concern.
"Okay, then you go ahead and do your work. I won't bother you anymore."
After hanging up the phone, Shen Qing looked at the table full of carefully prepared dishes and sighed softly. Although she had long been accustomed to his busy schedule, she still felt a little disappointed that she couldn't share the thoughtfulness of the dishes she prepared with her own hands right away.
She hasn't cooked for a long time.
Unexpectedly, Yan Bei was busy today and had no time to come back.
At this time, the two little guys An An and Kang Kang looked up at Shen Qing.
"Mom, is Dad back yet? I'm hungry." Kang Kang asked in a baby voice.
Shen Qing squatted down, gently touched Kang Kang's head, pinched her son's chubby little face, and showed a comforting smile: "Dad has to work overtime tonight and won't be home. But Mom made a lot of delicious food, let's eat first, okay?"
"Wow! Did mom make this?" An An's eyes lit up, and he ran to the dining table with his short legs, looking at it curiously.
"Yes, wash your hands quickly, we are ready to eat." Shen Qing took the hands of the two children and walked towards the bathroom.
The lights in the restaurant were soft and warm, and Shen Qing sat at the long dining table with her two children.
The little ones chattered and shared interesting stories in kindergarten. Shen Qing listened patiently, picking up food for them from time to time. The disappointment on her face was gradually replaced by the children's innocent smiles.
Shen Qing's gaze would occasionally drift towards the empty seat opposite, and she would think silently in her heart: Yan Bei, remember to come back early.
……
On the other side, at the same time.
The color is like ink, permeating the hustle and bustle of the entire city.
Inside the CEO's office on the top floor, outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were the bright lights of thousands of homes, but inside the window there was only a single lamp, illuminating Yan Bei's stern profile.
He sat behind a large ebony desk, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the keyboard. Under the dim blue light of the screen, his well-defined facial features appeared even more profound, and he exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.
The air is filled with the slightly bitter aroma of coffee and the smell of ink on paper, heralding another sleepless night of overtime work for the owner.
"Click."
The slight sound of the door hinge turning broke the silence in the room.
Yan Bei didn't even raise his head, his thin lips tightly pursed, his brow furrowed in impatience at having his train of thought interrupted. He thought it was Yang Jian bringing in another document, so he said in a deep voice, "Put it down and get out."
However, the expected footsteps did not go away. Instead, there was a soft, deliberately slow sound of high heels tapping on the ground.
"Mr. Yan, are you still busy?" A gentle female voice sounded, with a hint of cautious temptation and imperceptible joy.
Yan Bei finally stopped what he was doing and slowly raised his eyes.
A woman was standing at the door.
At this moment, she had an overly sweet smile on her face, holding an exquisite thermos in her hand, and wearing a slightly tight dress that was obviously not work clothes. It was obvious that she had dressed up carefully.
Yan Bei was stunned looking at the woman in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"Boss Yan, I'm new to the marketing department. Let me introduce myself. My name is Lin Wei."
Yan Bei's gaze lingered on her for a brief moment before turning cold. His eyes were as sharp as a knife, seemingly able to pierce through a person's heart. "What's wrong?" His voice was devoid of warmth, like ice chips in the cold winter.