novelraw Chapter 0164 Mr. Jiang Leaves Early
Chapter 0164 Mr. Jiang Leaves Early
Friday afternoon, 4:30 p.m.
Limitless headquarters, top-floor conference room.
The air was so heavy it felt like it was frozen.
More than a dozen senior executives from various departments sat on either side of the long conference table.
Everyone had finished their coffee, and their eyes were bruised to varying degrees.
On the big screen, the marketing director is giving a closing report for the third quarter.
The data was complex, and the PowerPoint presentation went from page to page.
The director's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he gave his report while carefully observing the expression on the face of the man in the main seat.
Jiang Ci sat in the main seat.
A dark black suit jacket was draped over the back of the chair.
He was wearing a white shirt and his tie was perfectly tied.
Holding a pen in his hand, he occasionally tapped it lightly on the table.
"Da, da, da."
The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like torture was being inflicted on everyone.
All Limitless employees know that President Jiang is a well-known workaholic.
The Friday meeting, in particular, is practically a marathon.
This meeting will not end until all the problems are thoroughly investigated and the plans for next week are detailed down to the hour.
Staying open until 8 p.m. is commonplace.
Everyone sighed silently in their hearts.
It looks like this weekend will start off in the meeting room again.
……
"Regarding next month's marketing budget, we plan to increase it by 100%..."
The marketing director hadn't finished speaking.
"Buzz—"
A sudden, abrupt vibration interrupted the report.
The sound came from Jiang Ci's hand.
That was his personal cell phone, which he would never normally bring into the meeting room.
The screen lit up.
The meeting room fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone held their breath, thinking that President Jiang was about to lose his temper.
After all, he hates being interrupted by any noise during meetings.
however.
Jiang Ci did not get angry.
His hand, which was tapping on the table, stopped.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the phone screen.
That was a WeChat message.
Sender: [Wife]
Jiang Ci reached out, picked up his phone, and unlocked it.
A photo popped up in the dialog box.
The background shows the apartment's bright, newly renovated kitchen.
On the kitchen counter, there was a white porcelain plate.
On the plate was a serving of sweet and sour pork ribs that looked fairly good.
Although the color is slightly darker, it has an enticing caramel-colored sheen under warm light.
Below the photo is a text message.
[A new recipe for sweet and sour pork ribs!]
[Hurry up and get off work! I'll get cold if you don't wait for me.]
At the end, a cat emoji was added, showing it peeking out and secretly observing.
Jiang Ci looked at the photo.
Looking at that coquettish line, "It'll get cold if you don't wait for me."
The originally cold and hard facial features melted instantly.
His eyes, which had been staring at the reports with a sharp, piercing gaze, now curved slightly at the corners, overflowing with shattered starlight.
The corner of the mouth.
It couldn't be controlled and surged wildly upwards.
It drew out an extremely obvious and extremely pleasant arc.
The executives in the conference room were all dumbfounded.
The marketing director swallowed hard, his legs feeling a little weak.
Did President Jiang smile?
Did you smile at your phone while looking at the financial report?
This is even more terrifying than when he gets angry!
Has the company's stock price doubled again? Or has the competitor gone bankrupt?
Jiang Ci didn't care at all about the gazes of the people below.
He held the phone in one hand, his thumb rapidly tapping the screen.
The reply consisted of only three characters.
[Coming soon.]
Sending complete.
He put down his phone.
then.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone.
With a "snap".
Jiang Ci closed the laptop in front of him that was running a complex business model.
In short.
neat.
Without the slightest hesitation.
He looked up and glanced around the conference room.
Although the smile on her face had faded somewhat, the relaxed feeling she exuded was impossible to hide.
"This concludes the report."
He spoke, but his voice was no longer the oppressive, icy coldness it had been before.
"Send the remaining data and solutions to my email."
"Let's discuss it again next Monday."
He stood up, picked up his suit jacket from the back of the chair, and draped it over his arm.
Meeting adjourned.
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the conference room door.
The entire room fell silent.
The executives stared wide-eyed, sitting motionless like wooden figures.
Someone glanced subconsciously at the clock on the wall.
The clock hand was pointing exactly to five o'clock in the afternoon.
Five o'clock?!
Friday at 5 PM?!
President Jiang actually adjourned the meeting?!
This is simply an unprecedented miracle in the history of Limitless!
"General Jiang!"
The assistant standing at the door was the first to react and quickly went to greet him.
He was holding an itinerary in his hand, sweating profusely with anxiety.
Are you leaving now?
The assistant lowered his voice to remind him.
"I have a dinner appointment with Mr. Li from Hongyuan Capital at 7 PM. It concerns our situation in South China..."
"It's cancelled."
Jiang Ci didn't stop walking, and didn't even glance at the itinerary.
The assistant was stunned: "You canceled? But it's very difficult to schedule an appointment with President Li..."
"Just tell them I'm busy."
Jiang Ci walked to the elevator entrance and pressed the down button.
The assistant was still struggling with the question: "Then... if President Li asks about the reason, how should I explain it?"
When it comes to business engagements, there always needs to be a respectable reason for declining.
Jiang Ci turned his head away.
Looking at the special assistant, he was self-righteous, even showing off blatantly.
"Just tell him."
"I need to go home and have dinner with my wife."
"The ribs are getting cold."
Special Assistant: "..."
The executives in the conference room, who were eavesdropping, were speechless.
"bite--"
The elevator doors opened.
Jiang Ci strode in, and the elevator doors slowly closed.
Until the elevator numbers start to drop.
A wave of relieved cheers finally erupted in the conference room.
"My God! I actually managed to leave work on time on Friday!"
"Thank you, boss lady! You're like a second parent to me!"
"The expression on President Jiang's face when he said 'I'm going home to be with my wife' was absolutely priceless!"
"So it really is possible for steel to be transformed into something as soft as silk!"
A group of business elites who usually wear suits and ties.
At this moment, they were all silently setting up a longevity tablet for Wen Ning in their hearts.
……
Half an hour later.
The black Maybach came to a smooth stop in the underground parking garage of Jinxiuyuan.
Jiang Ci practically took two steps at a time and stepped into the elevator.
28th floor.
"drop--"
The fingerprint lock is unlocked, and the door is pushed open.
The suffocating chill of three years ago is gone.
A rich, sweet and sour aroma of food wafts towards you.
The gentle warmth from the home instantly soothed Jiang Ci's fatigue from a day of battling in the business world.
He changed out of his leather shoes.
Take off your suit jacket.
Walk quietly towards the kitchen.
The kitchen is open-plan.
Wen Ning was standing in front of the kitchen counter with her back to him.
She was wearing a soft loungewear outfit with an apron printed with cartoon cats over it.
Her long hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head with a shark clip, revealing her fair neck.
She was holding a soup spoon and seasoning a pot of pork rib soup.
He was humming an unknown tune.
From being a "kitchen killer" three years ago to now being able to cook a decent meal.
She secretly studied it for a long time without telling him.
Jiang Ci stood at the kitchen doorway.
Just quietly watch her.
Watching her busy figure, and seeing the steaming sweet and sour pork ribs on the counter.
Looking at this real home that she filled with the warmth and life of everyday life.
The game of the business world, contracts worth tens of billions, the ringing of the Nasdaq bell.
Those things that he once regarded as the only pursuit in his life.
At this moment, under this warm yellow kitchen pendant light.
Everything became insignificant.
He took a step and walked over.
Wen Ning was about to taste the saltiness of the soup.
Suddenly my waist tightened.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around from behind.
Jiang Ci pulled her into his arms.
His firm chest pressed against her back, and his chin rested naturally on her shoulder.
"ah!"
Wen Ning was startled and almost dropped the soup spoon in her hand.
"Why was there no sound when you came back!"
"Because I wanted to hug you secretly."
Jiang Ci closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrance emanating from her neck.
His voice was filled with immense satisfaction and relaxation.
"It smells so good."
He didn't know if he was talking about the ribs or about her.
Wen Ning turned off the fire.
She turned around and looked up at him in his arms.
Looking into his tired yet gentle eyes.
"Why are you back so early today?"
She reached out and straightened his slightly disheveled tie.
"Wasn't there a meeting?"
"It's finished."
Jiang Ci lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose.
"With Mrs. Jiang's decree in hand, who dares to work overtime?"
Wen Ning was amused by him, her eyes sparkling.
"Then hurry up and wash your hands."
"The ribs are getting cold. I failed three times before I finally succeeded."
Jiang Ci did not move.
He looked at her intently.
"No rush."
His fingers ran through her hair, supporting the back of her head.
His voice was low and husky, with a hint of lingering laughter.
Before eating.
"Let's eat something else first."
Done.
He leaned down and precisely captured her lips.
The soup in the kitchen was still steaming.
Night gradually fell outside the window.
And their ordinary yet passionate remaining years.
just began.