There's good news at home.

  Rong Qian's long eyes gazed at her face with a blush, sweeping over her swollen eyes.

  She is usually open-minded and generous, but once she's hurt, she becomes delicate and lovely...

  "We should go to work." Qiao Yunxue opened her eyes. The newlywed husband sitting next to her was still half a stranger. He looked reliable, and she would cry in front of him without reserve...

  Qiao Yunxue's emotional crying had calmed her down a lot, and Rong Qian was even less of a talker, the road was as quiet as a winter night. However, there was a mysterious and subtle warmth that quietly spread between the two of them.

  They returned to Shui Xiang Garden and washed away their disheveled state. However, Qiao Yun's swollen red eyes couldn't recover immediately.

  Rong Qian took her to work.

  "Sorry to make you late too." Qiao Yunxue sniffled, one hand scraping the car glass, and stared at his changed light gray shirt in the rearview mirror, a bit distracted.

  He's a great clothes rack, no matter what he wears, he looks handsome and eye-catching, and doesn't give people a frivolous feeling.

  "It's okay, no one will deduct your salary." Rong Qian smiled lightly.

  "That's good. I don't blame myself." Qiao Yunxue said softly, "Why didn't you ask me why I was crying?"

  "Yunxue will tell me when she thinks it's time," Rong Qian said after a few seconds of contemplation.

  Her heart skipped a beat.

  Rong Qian has a gentle and elegant demeanor, is good at understanding others' inner thoughts, but at the same time gives them respect... Qiao Yunxue suddenly understood, gazing intently at him, holding her breath: "Rong Qian, I know why girls like you."

  Rong Qian's lips curled up slightly: "A man who is liked by his wife and children is a lucky man."

  "Ah!" Qiao Yunxue's heart skipped a beat. What did Rong Qian mean by this?

  Isn't he content with this loveless marriage?

  Rong Qian's words had disturbed Qiao Yunxue's heart. As she entered the Beijing office, she was still deep in thought, pondering his words.

  Alas, does he want to win his wife's favor?

  Thinking of the white shirt she had ruined, Qiao Yunxue's face turned red - Rong Qian was a gentle man. Compared to his magnanimity and tolerance, she had lost face today.

  Arriving at the top floor, Rong Qian adjusted his tie and sat down, pressing the intercom: "Qian Tao come in."

  Qian Tao quickly came in and stood respectfully: "Director Rong, the board meeting has just ended. Director Rong announced that the six-year probationary period for Director Rong has come to an end, affirming Director Rong's work ability, and will soon be officially appointed. Director Rong said he would start delegating power, and Director Rong can begin recruiting assistants and secretaries, cultivating his own work team."

  "I understand." Rong Qian nodded, his fingertips lightly tapping on the table, his face solemn and deep in thought.

  Qian Tao asked respectfully: "Director Rong, do you want to recruit a secretary and assistant from outside or promote internally?"

  "I'll think about it." Yung Ken nodded humbly.

  "Isn't Rong Zong going to tell Boss Rong about his marriage?" Qian Tao asked cautiously, "This is a big deal for the Rong family."

  "Her previous identity is too sensitive for the Rong family, let's wait a bit longer." Rong Qian said calmly.

  "Wait until the child is born and then talk?" Qian Tao ventured, "Today Oil Painting Street was in an uproar. Su Qinglan that girl is getting more and more out of line. General Rong can remain calm like this, although it's typical of his style, but it still makes people feel a bit strange."

  Rong Qian's expression didn't change: "She can't keep avoiding it. She has to go through pain before she can truly accept me."

  Qian Tao's eyes lit up and he tactfully withdrew.

  He got up, his thin lips slightly raised, and patted Yunxue's shoulder: "Yunxue, there's good news at home today, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."