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She was at a loss for what to do as he stared at her with his burning gaze. She lowered her head with red ears and gently said, "I understand now …"

"Since you understand, then look like I've mistreated you."

"I just …" She forced a dry laugh and ran a trembling hand through her hair behind her ears. "I just need a little time to digest it." He was trying to digest the shocking scene from before.

How many people in the world can really be indifferent when they see their beloved husband kissing another woman?

How could Song Beichuan not understand her thoughts?

"You don't need digestion." he said suddenly.

"Huh?" She looked up.

"That's what you need." He put a hand on her waist and exerted a little strength, easily taking her into his arms, then without hesitation he bent down and kissed her lips.

Her delicate body trembled, and she was frightened. Her eyes widened, and she stood rooted to the spot.

Such a rough reaction made him feel inexplicably uncomfortable. This meant that the intimacy between the two of them still needed to be strengthened.

With that in mind, he kissed even more deeply, paying no attention to the existence of the surveillance video in the elevator.

At this moment, the elevator rang and they arrived at the top floor.

Lin Xiaoqing couldn't hold back her nervousness. She pressed both hands against his chest, struggling a little, but to no avail. Fortunately, there was usually no one on the top floor. The elevator doors closed again, and he kissed her even more wantonly.

He pried open his white teeth and wrapped his fingers around her soft tongue, hungry as if he had finally met a dew in the desert. He wanted to reach out and hold her in his arms, but his right hand was still holding the dish of love she had brought, and he couldn't move his hands.

After a long while, he ended the kiss. The two of them pressed their foreheads against each other as they panted. However, they still couldn't help but laugh at what they had just done.

"I... I'll send you back. " "No," he said.

"But is the company okay?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm the boss?"

That afternoon, Song Beichuan did not return to the company. He was very tired. She was also very tired, but both of them received … Unprecedented joy.

Lin Xiaoqing made the dish again without a name. In order to maintain the best taste, she repeatedly requested Song Beichuan to deliver it to the wine merchant as soon as possible.

Two hours later, he called home excitedly and said that the Wine Master was quite satisfied with the dish, but as she was not a regular chef, she had to meet at a different time and decide whether to use it or not.

But in any case, it was still a hope.

After hanging up the phone, besides wanting to scream out of joy, Lin Xiaoqing did not have a second thought.

"You want me to cook for you at the press conference?"

Standing in front of the counter, Lin Xiaoqing looked at Song Beichuan in shock, as if she had heard some terrible news. After a full two seconds, she rejected him almost without thinking.

"No, no. This is too exaggerated. How could they want a housewife to perform as a chef?"

Song Beichuan smiled. He pulled out a chair and sat down at the dining table.

"We've already discussed this at a meeting, but we all agree that it would improve the topic of conversation and even put out the headlines."

Of course, Han Tong was still opposed from the start until the end. She was so angry that she slammed the door and left the meeting room, but he didn't intend to let Lin Xiaoqing know about this.

"Wait a minute, magazine?" She was stunned.

"Hmm," he nodded, his expression matter-of-factly natural. "This time, it's the 'Delicious Wine' magazine. We signed eighteen pages with each other to present this publication."

"What …" "Why is it like this …" Her mouth dropped open, and she suddenly couldn't speak.

How wonderful was fate? In her previous life, she had earned a position as editor in chief at the magazine and was always looking for a target, but this time, she had somehow gone from interviewer to interviewee?

Seeing her dazed look, Song Beichuan could not help but laugh: "Just agree, after all you've worked hard for so many days."

Only then did she come back to her senses, looking flustered. "But I …" What if I screw up? Or did I accidentally make a fool of myself at the press conference? "

He shrugged. "Isn't that one of the selling points? Try to imagine how a housewife, without a proper meal training, could create a perfect French style of cooking. Tell me, what could be more popular than this? and a lot of people think... " He suddenly stopped talking.

"What do you think?" she asked.

For some reason, he suddenly felt shy, a little shy. "Plus, they all think that your looks are high, that you're very pretty, and that your image is also very fresh, and that you can improve the favorability of the consumer."

After saying that, he embarrassedly wiped the back of his neck. It was strange, he was just praising his own wife, why was he so embarrassed?

Lin Xiaoqing's face heated up in embarrassment when she heard this.

"That's roughly the case," he hurriedly said, guiding her back to the topic. "The things you're worried about, we've thought about for you, so the thing you need to do is to take your ability and go to the battlefield."

Lin Xiaoqing was not as confident as he was. He just stood there blankly, hesitating and struggling.

In fact, she had the experience of standing in front of everyone. However, those experiences were like an editor giving a funny speech, not standing on stage and cooking for everyone to see!

Song Beichuan quietly looked at her slightly pinched forehead. He thought, was I too selfish? Regardless of her wishes and without her permission, the group of people simply pushed her onto the stage …

"Alright, I understand." He sighed, ready to kneel on the keyboard to apologize.

"Huh?" Lin Xiaoqing snapped out of her daze. "Know what?"

"I'll push it off tomorrow."

"What?" She exclaimed, "No! How could he push it away? What about the contract? It wasn't easy to produce a dish that satisfied the wine merchants, no? "

"But you're not happy." He annotated the expression on her face.

"I …" She paused and lowered her eyes. "I'm not unhappy. I'm just very nervous. I'm afraid I might mess up."

Song Beichuan was silent for a few seconds. Then he stood up and walked to her side. He couldn't help but touch her face.

"I know you'll do it perfectly."

She chuckled, but her brows were still worried. "You're not a fortune-teller."

Yes, he was not a fortune-teller, he could not predict the future, but at least he had seen with his own eyes how serious and focused she was.

It was hard for him to forget the shock of the moment … When he woke up in the middle of the night and found his wife not around, he saw her in the kitchen, cooking duck and sauces all by herself, trying out the perfect proportions and combinations from late at night to early in the morning.