"Yes!"
Su Xiaong nodded emphatically.
Yin Shixiu wrapped his arms around her waist, gently lowered his head, and although he couldn’t see her face, Yin Shixiu could easily imagine how this little face would be blushing at this mont.
Her big, lively eyes must be glaring at him in discontent, yet there’s undoubtedly more laughter in her gaze.
"So... should I go out and tell them that Mrs. Yin is too shy, hiding in the room and won’t co out, and kindly ask everyone to give us so privacy?"
Su Xiaong was amused by his pretended tone.
"Okay, I’ll co out in a mont... but next ti, let know earlier, like yesterday you should have reminded , so it wouldn’t be so awkward..."
"Last night... I really didn’t have a single thought for anything else..."
"You old lecher..."
"The Madam isn’t lacking in that departnt either."
Su Xiaong reached out and pinched Yin Shixiu’s arm hard, stubbornly refusing to admit that she was actually quite the sa.
Yin Shixiu yawned, holding her hand, "Chen Lan has gone to order lunch, I’m going to rest a bit on the bed."
Watching him lean against the headboard, Su Xiaong looked at his sweater, his pants...
Fortunately, he didn’t wear them inside out.
Wrapping her arms around his waist, Su Xiaong swung her legs slightly, "So hubby, while you work in the afternoon, what should I do?"
"Aren’t you still preparing for the University of Bath exams?"
"Well, Dean Qi hasn’t replied to yet, besides... I’ve done almost all the papers, and now I feel nauseated just looking at them."
"In that case, co work for ."
"What?"
"I’ll have Chen Lan give you a few docunts later to help translate."
"Are you sure you’re going to use my translations?"
"If you can do it, I’ll certainly use it."
Su Xiaong smiled and nodded, "Okay."
After washing up, Xiao ng changed into a simple and elegant ho outfit and ca out of the bedroom.
Her smooth, long hair was naturally black, slightly thick, just reaching her waist.
Her hair tucked behind her ears, as she ca out of the bedroom door, she was a clean, fresh girl.
Wearing a winter long skirt and a beige sweater, she matched Yin Shixiu’s outfit quite well today.
"Hello everyone."
Lunch had just arrived, and because the large dining table was piled with files and computers, it was inconvenient to tidy up, so the als were placed on the coffee table.
Everyone who was originally hungry started to divide lunch.
As soon as Su Xiaong ca out, the room fell silent instantly, and all eyes turned to her.
Who knows who started it, but soone shouted, "Hello, Mrs. CEO."
And soon enough, they all chid in, calling "Mrs. CEO."
With about ten people, the living room sofa could accommodate them, but it was relatively cramped.
As soon as Xiao ng ca out, these perceptive senior leaders imdiately stood up, offering her a seat.
"No, no, you sit, you sit."
Yin Shixiu extended his hand to Su Xiaong, calmly saying, "Co over, sit here."
With Yin Shixiu’s invitation, Xiao ng naturally didn’t refuse much and walked over to sit down.
"What would Madam like to eat?"
The diligent inquiry ca from the manager of the developnt departnt, whose na was Yang Rui. He appeared younger than Yin Shixiu and was quite thin.
"I’m okay with anything."
"Then have the sa as Brother Yin!"
Brother Yin? Su Xiaong was montarily stunned, looking at this young man who was unexpectedly calling Yin Shixiu ’Brother Yin’...
Yang Rui noticed Su Xiaong’s confusion and quickly added cutely, "You wouldn’t guess it, but I’m three years older than your husband!"
Su Xiaong quickly shook her head, "Couldn’t tell..."
"Haha, Shixiu, your wife is so adorably naive."
Su Xiaong wasn’t sure if this... counted as a complint from him?
Naive...
Where did she act naive?!
"Brother Rui, don’t tease her. Just get her a sandwich, a bowl of noodles, a salad, and a cup of juice."
Su Xiaong was still skeptical that Yang Rui was joking about being older than Yin Shixiu, but hearing Yin Shixiu call Yang Rui "brother"...
This was a truly strange feeling.
Can you imagine a thirty-five or thirty-six-year-old man with a face that looks like he’s in his twenties?
Oh...
She rembered a celebrity...
A forty-year-old who, with his baby face, beca an ageless male god. Xiao ng really liked that male star.
But celebrities are different from ordinary people after all.
Behind the cara and with those known and unknown makeup techniques, youthful appearance can be exaggerated.
Seeing a middle-aged man with a baby face in person was a completely different feeling.
Yang Rui placed the al in front of her.
Su Xiaong thanked him repeatedly.
"Madam, what about the two kids when you ca to London?"
The question was asked by the chief secretary in London, a tall woman in her early thirties.
She had a high nose bridge, white skin, and blue eyes, possessing characteristic British features.
She spoke fluent Chinese, without even the usual trilled or flattened tongue issues.
"Can you not call Madam... You can just call Xiao ng, or Sue, calling ’Madam’ all the ti feels a bit odd."
She and Yin Shixiu were indeed different; Yin was used to being called that, but she wasn’t.
"Everyone, just be casual. She’s not accustod to formality."
Yin Shixiu spoken, then reached out for the glass of water on the coffee table, which Su Xiaong discreetly handed to him.
After he drank, she took it back and placed it on the coffee table.
These small, subtle actions were noticed by Yang Rui.
During lunch, these ten or so senior managers were not difficult for her to rember.
While they were called departnt managers, they were actually the heads of core departnts, responsible not just for the UK branch.
Moreover, these people held shares of Yin Group to varying extents.
Not a lot individually, but collectively, it was a considerable amount.
It was later that Xiao ng learned that these people were the partners who started the business with Yin Shixiu during their university days.
If ranked by contribution, Yang Rui was the one who first proposed the idea.
However, Yang Rui’s family wasn’t wealthy, and to play big, funds were needed.
At the ti, they had their eye on Yin Shixiu, the wealthy young master born with a silver spoon.
The founding team mainly stayed in London, so although in terms of scale, Beijing’s Yin Group seed much larger than the London branch,
the core was still in London.
From inception, the business developed based on Internet technology.
Later, Yin Group ventured into other businesses like real estate developnt and financial investnt, originally simply to diversify.
But dostic real estate, as well as other financial investnts, proved to have lucrative prospects.
So Yin Shixiu leveraged internet technology to present real estate developnt and financial investnt in a new way to the world.
This achieved significant success.
It was these bold attempts that made Yin Group, which was just starting out seven or eight years ago, into a black horse suddenly appearing in people’s vision.
Now it has leaped to beco the largest internet company in China.
Yet few knew that the London core team was the one providing true technical support and major project planning for Yin Group.
After lunch, the coffee table was a ss.
Most of these people were British Chinese, except for the chief secretary Mary and tech departnt’s Vern.
The British gentlemanly deanor was not inherited by the Chinese descendants.
Especially soone like Yang Rui, who had a baby face and small features but was, in fact, just like Yin Shixiu, a Beijing man.
When eating, he resembled the rough and tumble n sitting in the old hutongs.
After eating, he wiped his mouth and then grabbed his computer to tinker away.
Su Xiaong tidied up the coffee table, assisted by Chen Lan.
After a short rest post-lunch, when Su Xiaong was done with her chores, they resud the eting from the morning.
Chen Lan handed Su Xiaong a contract, and she sat next to Yin Shixiu, flipping through the business contract.
Su Xiaong soon felt it was a bit of a struggle after reading just a paragraph.
Encountering many new and specialized political and economic terms, which seed obscure and difficult for Xiao ng, who was only good at doing problem sets but not adept at using the language in real life.
She took the contract to the study and sat down with a big dictionary in a leather chair, flipping through.
Actually, if she asked Yin Shixiu, the living dictionary, it would be much easier.
But in the main hall, those people were discussing various project details, arguing passionately over a small piece of code, while the currently blind Yin Shixiu had to focus to listen and make decisions.
Seeing this scene, Xiao ng, despite having lots of questions, was embarrassed to bother Yin Shixiu for answers.
In the afternoon, Xiao ng received a call from Dean Qi Jun, saying that they had already communicated with the dean of the University of Bath’s language departnt.
There was no issue for Su Xiaong to take the written exam directly at Bath, and the exam paper would be the sa as those for candidates back in the country.
Finally, he gave Su Xiaong a good deal of encouragent, hoping everything would go smoothly for her.
Xiao ng thanked him several tis and promised to visit the dean when she returned ho before hanging up.
Her heart relaxed a little, so she continued to delve into that business contract...
Ti ticked away, and around three o’clock, Xiao ng went to the kitchen, brewed several pots of tea, and brought out so snacks gifted by well-wishers when Yin Shixiu was discharged from the hospital.
After serving tea and snacks, she returned to the study.
The contract had long been read; while the Brits were fond of afternoon tea, this Chinese girl from the countryside much favored taking a nap.
She leaned on the sofa for over an hour; when she stirred, it was almost five o’clock.
Xiao ng stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, noticing the ground was covered in white; snow had fallen for Christmas.
Pushing open the study door, the eting had not yet concluded; she heard them seeking Yin Shixiu’s opinion.
And so detailed reports...
All in English, making Su Xiaong’s head spin, yet after listening, Yin Shixiu pondered only briefly for two or three minutes before giving a response.
At that mont, Su Xiaong looked at Yin Shixiu, feeling an indescribable heartache...
And so sense of realization...
No one can imagine the hardships behind the glamorous facade.
Even after a car accident, seriously injured, and in a temporarily blind state...
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