The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 863 Shen Qing brings breakfast to Yan Bei at the company

Lin Wei's heart skipped a beat when he looked at her. She subconsciously smoothed her hair over, suppressed her nervousness, took a few steps forward, and placed the thermos on the corner of her desk. Her voice became even softer, "Mr. Yan, you're still working overtime so late. You must not have had time to eat. I... I made some soup today. Thinking of your hard work, I brought some over to warm your stomach."

As she spoke, she secretly observed Yan Bei's expression, trying to find a trace of emotion on his face that had been frozen for thousands of years.

Yan Bei's gaze fell on the pink thermos, and his brow furrowed even more. He never accepted such personal "feeding" from his employees, let alone in this kind of solitary environment where a man and a woman were working overtime late at night.

"Take it away." He spat out two words, concise and clear, with an order that left no room for questioning.

Lin Wei's smile froze, as if she hadn't expected such a direct rejection, without even a second thought. She bit her lower lip, her eyes slightly reddened, a hint of grievance in her voice. "Mr. Yan, I don't mean anything else. I just... I simply care about you..."

"Ms. Lin," Yan Bei interrupted her, his tone becoming even colder. "First, I don't want my private time and space disturbed. Second, the company has clear regulations prohibiting employees from giving personal gifts to their direct superiors or providing favors beyond the scope of work. Third," he paused, looking at her with a sharp gaze, "doing your job well is better than anything else."

Every word was like a precise icicle, piercing Lin Wei's heart. There was no mercy in his eyes, only businesslike indifference and a hint of displeasure after being offended.

Lin Wei's face turned red and white, and she was filled with shame and anger.

She had originally thought that with her beauty and careful planning, she could at least leave some impression on the cold-faced CEO, even a bad one would be better than no ripple at all. However, she had not expected that what she would receive in return was such a ruthless rebuke and warning.

She could no longer maintain that pitiful look, her face was burning and she wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

She knew that her actions tonight not only failed to achieve her goal, but might even backfire and leave a very bad impression on Yan Bei.

"I'm...I'm sorry, Mr. Yan, I...I understand..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. She no longer dared to look into Yan Bei's eyes. She hurriedly grabbed the thermos on the table and quickly left the office as if she was escaping.

With a "bang", the office door was gently closed, isolating the awkward and embarrassed figure outside.

Silence returned to the room, leaving only the crisp sound of the keyboard being tapped again.

Yan Bei turned his attention back to the computer screen, as if nothing had happened. However, a barely perceptible hint of annoyance flashed across his deep eyes.

He rubbed his brows and dialed the intercom: "Yang Jian, after work tomorrow, notify the Human Resources Department and reiterate the company's workplace code of conduct, especially the parts concerning superior-subordinate relationships, and organize a study session for all employees."

Yang Jian was very confused, "Boss Yan, what's wrong with you?"

"Do as I say." Yan Bei said seriously.

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Bei leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He needed to finish the work at hand as soon as possible and leave this place that made him feel unhappy.

The night outside the window was still dark, and the air in this office seemed even colder than before.

……

Yan family villa.

It was already late at night, and Shen Qing saw that Yan Bei had not returned yet, so she went to sleep.

On the second day.

Shen Qing opened her eyes and saw that Yan Bei was not on the bed.

She knew Yan Bei hadn't come back.

Then she looked at the time. It was not yet six o'clock and it was still a little dark.

Yan Bei didn't come back, and she slept uneasily that night.

She got out of bed and went to make breakfast.

She planned to send it to Yan Bei, as she knew that Yan Bei must have had a very hard night and was very hungry.

……

After making breakfast, we drove to Yuzheng Group. An An and Kang Kang were still sleeping soundly. She locked the door of the villa tightly.

Yuzheng Group.

The air was thick with the aroma of coffee. A long-cold coffee cup sat casually on the corner of his desk, a few signed documents scattered beside it. On the computer screen, complex charts and data flashed, reflecting the hard lines of his profile.

He raised his hand and pressed his brow, his knuckles turning white from holding the pen for so long. As the head of Yan's, he was used to this high-intensity work pace, but tonight, it seemed especially long.

At six in the morning, the first ray of sunlight finally struggled to penetrate the clouds, gilding the steel forest with a warm golden edge. There was a gentle knock on the heavy door of the president's office.

"Come in." Yan Bei's voice was a little hoarse from not sleeping all night, but still deep and powerful.

The door was pushed open, and a gentle figure walked in against the light.

Shen Qing was wearing a comfortable off-white home outfit, her long hair tied simply behind her head. A faint smile adorned her face, and she held a thermos lunch box in her hands. Seeing the office still brightly lit, and the man standing by the window, his back looking a little lonely, a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes.

"Have you stayed up all night again? You must be hungry." Shen Qing tiptoed to his side and placed the lunch box on the large desk.

Yan Bei turned around and saw her. The coldness and fatigue in his eyes instantly melted away, replaced by a subtle gentleness. "Wife? Why are you here?"

"When I woke up and saw you weren't home, I knew you must be at the company again." Shen Qing reached out, her warm fingertips gently caressing his cheek, feeling the coolness beneath his skin and the light stubble. "Look at you, your eyes are bloodshot. Go wash your face quickly, I brought you breakfast."

As she spoke, she expertly opened the insulated lunch box. Inside was carefully prepared millet porridge, a few light and refreshing side dishes, and two steaming hard-boiled eggs. The curling steam, carrying the aroma of food, dispelled the heavy coffee smell in the office and brought in the warmth of home.

Yan Bei looked at Shen Qing, and his eyes instantly turned red.

His wife had just recovered from an illness, and he felt very uncomfortable when he brought her breakfast before dawn.