ompany's regulation is that overtime work is prohibited for employees except in unavoidable circumstances.Left with no other choice, Liang Yimo decided to take the ten thousand yuan that Leng Zhujing...Leng Yanchen paused, looking at Song Yunxi who was walking towards him.

The assistant, Tang Xingxian, seeing this, politely nodded to Leng Yanchen and said, "Mr. Leng, I'll head back to the office now."

"Okay." Leng Yanchen replied.

Song Yunxi saw Tang Xingxian walk away. There were no other outsiders around, so she looked up at Leng Yanchen and smiled slightly: "Thank you just now."

"What are you thanking me for" Leng Yanchen countered.

Song Yuxi was stunned for a moment, looking at Leng Yanchen's pair of indifferent and alienated black eyes, she stammered, "It's just that at the meeting just now, thank you for standing up for me."

"You're overthinking it," Leng Yanchen said calmly, his tone devoid of any fluctuation. Seeing Song Yunxi fall silent, he continued, "Anything else"

Song Yunxi's smile gradually faded. Meeting Leng Yanchen's gaze, she shook her head with a complex expression: "No more."

Leng Yanchen politely nodded his head and then left alone.

Song Yunxi's gaze, however, remained fixed on Leng Yanchen. Watching this man's tall and handsome back, her heart was filled with more confusion.

The top floor CEO's office.

When Leng Yanchen returned to his office, Qin Nianxia was looking over the contract while typing the translated content into her computer.

Seeing Leng Yanchen return, Qin Nianxia immediately stopped what she was doing and asked curiously, "Where will I be staying tonight"

"There are employee dormitories downstairs." Leng Yanchen walked to the desk and pulled open a drawer as if looking for something. When he found the file and put it into his briefcase, he suddenly remembered something, looked up at Qin Nianxia, and asked faintly, "Aren't you curious"

Qin Nianxia was taken aback and asked, "Curious about what"

"I want you to translate these contracts." Leng Yanchen continued.

Qin Nianxia raised an eyebrow playfully and asked, "Then if I ask you, will you tell me"

"No." Leng Yanchen replied nonchalantly.

"No, what did I ask" Qin Nianxia had known he would say that long ago. She sat up straight with a nonchalant expression, continuing to tap at the keyboard and translate the next section of the contract.

These contracts are all procurement contracts for medicinal herbs from the Yan Kingdom. They involve many specialized names of medicinal herbs. It's not easy to translate them for those who don't understand, and most of them are related to Youlan Grass.

No wonder Leng Yanchen wanted her to translate these contracts; it's free labor and a professional translator.

Leng Yanchen's abacus, he played it well!

Qin Nianxia saw Leng Yanchen pick up his briefcase as if he was going out and immediately got up to ask, "Can you accompany me back to the apartment first to get some clothes"

Leng Yanchen raised his hand, glanced at the time on his wristwatch, and replied: "I'm busy. Just send me your measurements, height, and weight to my phone, and I'll have someone buy it for you."

"How can you so directly ask a girl about her private matters" Qin Nianxia couldn't help but frown and pout.

Lán Yànchén, however, had a nonchalant expression: "If you don't need anything, I'm leaving."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left immediately.

Qin Nianxia called out, "Hey," but didn't call Leng Yanchen back.

She had to sit back down, pick up her phone, and dutifully send her measurements—height, weight, and bust-waist-hip—to Leng Yanchen's phone.

On the other side, Leng Yanchen, his assistant Tang Xingxian, and another female secretary entered the elevator together after receiving a text message from Qin Nianxia.

Cold Yanchen did not look at the contents of the text message, but directly forwarded it to his female secretary beside him and instructed: "According to the size above, go to the mall and buy a few sets of clothes back this afternoon."

The female secretary nodded in response, saying "Yes," and then took out her phone to open a text message. She saw the woman's measurements (chest, waist, and hips), height, and weight, but no age. She couldn't help but ask, “Mr. Leng, is this for your girlfriend”

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