Loving With My Mind

It has been a week after the wedding and Zhao Mingzhe needed to come back to the main office of LZ Airlines to handle the work which had piled up during his absence.

It was almost time for lunch when Assistant Wen called via intercom.

"What is it?" his voice was stoic.

"Sir, the artiste, Minnie Liang, is here and is insisting to meet you."

"Did she already sign the contract?" He could not care less about an endorser.

"Yes, Sir."

"Then send her out. I don't have anything to discuss with her."

It was almost lunch and Zhao Mingzhe was eager to go home to his wife's cooking.

He arranged the files on his desk and straightened his clothes.

As he passed by Assistant Wen's desk, he nonchalantly said, "I'll be back later. Call me only when needed."

Then the CEO had a subtle smile as he walked towards the elevator.

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At home, Han Yixin had finished cooking lunch and packing everything in stackable containers.

After being in a slump while writing her cookbook, she decided to cook and bring the food to her husband. She tends to cook a little more than for two, but for some reason, her husband always manages to finish the plates clean. This triggers the chef in her to cook even more.

She arrived shortly at the company. She alighted after she paid the car for hire.

That day, she wore a floral A-line tea-length chiffon dress topped with a tan cashmere sweater. She seldom dress up when she is baking, but she can when she were to see clients for events catering. Her nude block d'orsay heels clicked as they hit the pavement.

She went straight at the reception.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. How can I help you?" the receptionist with the name tag 'Ai' politely greeted.

"Hello. I'm here to bring CEO Zhao lunch." She raised her bag of containers for the receptionist to see. "Is he still busy with work?" She nervously adjusted her glasses.

"A moment, please." The messy bun did not make a good impression on the receptionist. However, she still dialled for Assistant Wen.

As she waited for the receptionist to make the call, Han Yixin looked around the lobby. As her gaze scanned the surroundings, her eyes landed on the familiar man who came from the elevator. Then, to her surprise, a lady dashed to embrace her husband, and he embraced her back.

Han Yixin looked at the woman seductively chatting with her husband, then she looked at herself. She is inferior in both face and figure. How could her husband prefer her over his old flame?

Indeed, she just assumed that this woman is the ex that he was talking about. She is not at all familiar with the artiste in the country as she had just come back from Country F few weeks before the wedding.

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On his end, Zhao Mingzhe just stepped out of the elevator when Minnie Liang appeared before him.

"CEO Zhao!" she excitedly and seductively called out. She had been waiting for him to come out of his private elevator.

She clumsily hurried towards him and lost her balance on her 10 cm high heels.

She purposedly fell on him, and he extended his arms to support her.

"Oh...thank you, CEO!" she flashed him her best smile.

After steadying her stance, he immediately let go of her as if she was dirty.

"I heard you're going out for lunch, but you seem alone. CEO Zhao, do you want me to accompany you?" she shamelessly offered herself, not caring one bit about him being married. Marriage do not keep men from being seduced by beauties.

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Back at the reception area, the call to the office upstairs went through. "Assistant Wen, a lady is here to bring the CEO his lunch. Did you order something?"

"Huh? No. The CEO just left to have lunch. You should ask the person delivering. They might have gotten the address wrong." A lot of women had come to bring gifts to the CEO before, but after the wedding, they quit pestering him. 'Seems that some of them won't give up easily.' he thought. However, whatever the personnel do or say will still reflect the company, so he had always been diplomatic on driving these women away.

"Will do, Sir. Thank you." Ai replied.

When the receptionist was about to send her off, Han Yixin placed the food on the desk. "You can have this." is all she said before quickly leaving through the main door.

After dismissing the artiste, Zhao Mingzhe noticed something was off at the reception area. His personnel were chatting over a bag and opening the containers within.

"Wow, spicy baby octopus, some kimbap, japchae...this smells good!" one of them exclaimed.

"What's going on?" They were startled to see the CEO curiously looking through the food.

The receptionist Ai had wide eyes. 'Didn't Assistant Wen said that the CEO left for lunch?' She was confused, but she told the truth. "CEO, a lady came by to deliver this lunch to you...but Assistant Wen said you already went out for lunch. However, before I could tell her, she gave this food to us and told us that we could have it."

Zhao Mingzhe paused for a moment. The presentation of the food in the containers looked professional.

"Did she tell you her name?" He looked panicked.

"Uhm...no, Sir. She had glasses, of average height..."

"Sh**!" Everyone was shocked to hear their boss curse, but before they could ask him if he knew the woman, he had went out of the lobby.

Zhao Mingzhe looked around the entrance. Cabs swiftly drove by on both sides of the road.

He immediately went to where he parked his car, turned his engine on and drove away.

He put on his earpiece and tried to call her phone, but it was busy.

After his failed attempt in calling her, his phone rang. He immediately picked up, expecting the return call, but in his dismay, it was Assistant Wen's voice.

"Sir, Young Madam just booked a flight for City P."

"What?! Wen Zhenheng, check the CCTV footage around the lobby within the hour. I want to know if my wife came by." he sounded pissed.

"Right away, Sir."

After a few seconds, Assistant Wen's nervous voice came. "Sir, Young Madam had gone to the lobby at 1214H...uhm, Sir. I am so sorry. I didn't know that she was the lady whom the receptionist was calling about. I..."

"Was I still in the lobby before she left?" Zhao Mingzhe's voice was ice-cold.

Assistant Wen tapped on his mouse a couple of times. Then he gulped. "C-CEO, you were still talking to Ms. Liang by the elevator door at this time." He feared for his job.

"Tell everyone at the reception area that if my wife manages to board the plane without me, they could only dream of keeping their job!" With that, Zhao Mingzhe ended the call and floored the highway.