Chapter 305 – My Dear CEO Wife – Scrapped (05)
Wen Changrou’s eyes widened as she watched Wen Changhe come down the stairs.
She glanced uncertainly at the clock. According to her brother’s usual routine, he should already be at the company by now.
“Good morning, brother~” Wen Changrou greeted him, her tone slightly ingratiating.
For some reason, her brother had been distant toward her these past few days, sometimes even looking at her with faint displeasure.
After thinking it over carefully, she realized his attitude had only changed after they returned from the hospital.
The more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt. She had almost been hit by a car and died, yet her brother hadn’t even offered her a word of comfort.
Wen Changhe wasn’t heartless toward his sister—after all, he had spoiled her for so many years—but her recent attitude was truly unpleasant.
Instead of visiting Bai Tang in the hospital, she spent her days laughing and gossiping with her girlfriends, repeatedly bringing up the car accident in the courtyard.
Not to mention, the boy was still upstairs. If he overheard any of this, he would be heartbroken. Their behavior showed a complete lack of respect.
Wen Changhe frowned, then replied to Wen Changrou’s greeting with a curt, “Good morning.”
Unsure what her brother was thinking, Wen Changrou nervously returned to her seat and silently finished her breakfast.
Afterward, Wen Changhe grabbed his coat to head to the company, but Wen Changrou hurried after him in her high heels.
“Brother, wait for me! I’m going to the company too.”
Wen Changrou and Zu Shuang had both started their internships that year. Although the company belonged to her family and her position was mostly nominal, it wouldn’t look good to do nothing during her internship.
Besides, she wanted to check on Zu Shuang—who had started a week earlier—and see how she was adapting.
As usual, Wen Changrou reached for the back door, but Wen Changhe stopped her and motioned to the passenger side.
“Sit in the front.”
Wen Changrou pouted, grabbed her small bag, and climbed into the front seat.
Bai Tang, invisible to others, was sitting on Wen Changhe’s lap. He wrote on Wen Changhe’s open palm: “Don’t be so mean to your sister.”
Wen Changrou was Wen Changhe’s sister—his family—so Bai Tang naturally regarded her as family too.
He had observed Wen Changhe’s cold attitude toward her for several days. At first, he thought it was just a sibling quarrel that would pass, but later realized it was because of him.
Wen Changhe gently played with the boy’s fingers and murmured softly, “Alright.”
From the front seat, Wen Changrou and the driver exchanged surprised glances through the rearview mirror.
Neither had seen the brother—or the boss—wearing headphones.
Who on earth was he talking to?
Now, apart from the two systems and the male lead, no one else could see Bai Tang. Wen Changrou kept this in mind, planning to tell their parents that night.
Two weeks ago, the two elders, having nothing to do at home, had gone on a trip and only returned today.
Since last week, her brother had been acting strangely. He never opened the curtains in his room and often talked to himself—he didn’t seem normal at all.
Wen Changrou didn’t want to assume the worst. Perhaps Wen Changhe was simply exhausted from managing the company and found this his own way of relieving stress.
Although the two people sitting in the front couldn’t see Bai Tang, they could sense that Wen Changhe was in a good mood—a stark contrast to the gloom of the past few days.
And why wouldn’t he be? He had confirmed his relationship with his beloved boy early that morning, and the two wished they could be inseparable, like Siamese twins.
But Wen Changhe’s good mood didn’t last long.
When they arrived at the company, Wen Changrou immediately went to find Zu Shuang, and the four of them inevitably met.
In this world, the female lead and the male supporting character were sworn enemies—so how could Bai Tang possibly have a pleasant expression upon seeing Zu Shuang?
The smile on Bai Tang’s face vanished, replaced by a sullen look.
Wen Changhe’s warmth faded as well, replaced by an oppressive aura that made the two girls feel suffocated.
“Brother, um, I just brought Zu Shuang to show you around—to let you know she’s working at our company now. I’ll get going first.”
Wen Changrou was quite bold; after saying that, she grabbed Zu Shuang’s hand and quickly ran off.
Once the others had left, only Wen Changhe and Bai Tang remained in the office.
The man gently pinched the boy’s nose. “Why is Tang Tang unhappy?”
The boy leaned against the man’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around his back. Thinking of how the male and female leads ended up together in the original story, he felt an overwhelming wave of irritation and tightened his grip on his lover.
Wen Changhe kissed the boy’s hair. “Tang Tang, what’s bothering you? Tell me, okay? I’m your boyfriend. I’ll solve anything for you.”
Hearing this, the boy lifted his head from the man’s embrace, his eyes sparkling, and then kissed him back.
With his lover throwing himself into his arms, Wen Changhe’s heart fluttered with joy.
He kissed the boy tenderly, as if pink bubbles floated between them.
Knock, knock, knock—
A knock on the door interrupted their tender moment.
Caught off guard, as if they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t, the boy shyly buried his face in Wen Changhe’s chest.
The man patted his head, his other hand still resting on the boy’s waist.
“Come in.”
“President, it’s time for the meeting. Everyone else is ready,” said the secretary, reminding Wen Changhe of the schedule.
The desk blocked the secretary’s view, and she didn’t seem to notice anything unusual about her boss.
“I know. I’ll be there in five minutes,” Wen Changhe replied, dismissing her.
He coaxed the boy, who was still hiding in his arms like an ostrich. “I have to go to the meeting, Tang Tang. Do you want to stay here and play, or come with me?”
The meeting, packed with a week’s worth of work, wouldn’t end anytime soon. Wen Changhe worried the boy might get bored, wander off, and lose his way. He preferred him to stay in the office; without his permission, no one else would come in anyway.
Bai Tang remembered how he used to doze off during meetings with the male lead, so he decided to stay in the office.
He wrote on a piece of paper: I’ll wait here for A He to come back.
The boy’s obedient demeanor melted Wen Changhe’s heart. What good deeds had he done in his past life to deserve such a precious treasure as Tang Tang in this one?
“Okay, I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.”
To keep Bai Tang from getting bored, Wen Changhe even turned on a nature documentary on the office monitor. His intuition told him Tang Tang would like it.
Sure enough, Bai Tang, hugging the squirrel plush toy Wen Changhe had bought him, lazily nestled on the sofa, his eyes fixed intently on the screen.
After settling the boy in, Wen Changhe left the office with his meeting documents.
The conference room was already full, everyone waiting for his arrival.
“Now, each department, please report on your work from last week,” the secretary said.
Meanwhile—
Zu Shuang had been assigned to the design department. As a junior intern, she wasn’t qualified to attend high-level meetings.
Just as in the original plot, Zu Shuang’s sudden arrival caused quite a stir among her colleagues in the design department.
At first, they thought the boss had recruited some top student from a prestigious university. Upon inquiry, that turned out not to be the case. However, after seeing her design work, their impression of her improved considerably.
A person’s background didn’t matter; after all, a university name alone couldn’t define one’s ability.
But after a week, the designers who had initially held high expectations for Zu Shuang realized she wasn’t what they had imagined. Her work not only failed to meet the standard of a proper graduation project, but it also contained basic mistakes.
Gradually, dissatisfaction toward Zu Shuang began to spread—until Wen Changrou arrived.
Only then did they realize that Zu Shuang’s supporter was none other than the Wen family’s second young lady. Well, she was someone they couldn’t afford to offend.
So, for the rest of the day, no one assigned Zu Shuang any tasks.
While chatting with Wen Changrou about work, Zu Shuang blamed herself with feigned guilt. “Rourou, I’m so useless! I can’t seem to do anything right.”
Wen Changrou comforted her gently. “How could that be? You’re just getting started and still adjusting. Work is different from school.”
Although Wen Changrou could use her connections to get Zu Shuang into the company, she couldn’t interfere with the company’s internal operations. The company had its own structure and workflow; she couldn’t simply do whatever she pleased.
Zu Shuang bit her lower lip. Since Wen Changrou’s approach wasn’t working, she could only stay in the basic department for now.
She glanced sideways at her colleagues, satisfied with the ‘awe’ in their eyes. Wen Changrou’s appearance today had unintentionally increased her influence within the department.
Whether it was because Zu Shuang talked too much or because Wen Changrou was too naive, their conversation somehow led Wen Changrou to believe that Zu Shuang was being mistreated in the design department.
She looked up and glanced around. The designers were all busy, working at their respective desks, occasionally whispering to one another. They had been chatting for quite some time, yet indeed, no one had approached Zu Shuang—she was either ignored or deliberately excluded.
Zu Shuang was her good friend and also her savior. How could she let her suffer humiliation in her own company?
Wen Changrou couldn’t make decisions about Zu Shuang’s job assignment, but Wen Changhe could.
She stood up and said to Zu Shuang, “Shuang Shuang, don’t worry. I’ll go find my brother and have him stand up for you right now.”
Wen Changrou spoke loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear.
The surrounding designers were stunned. So this Zu Shuang really did have powerful backing—not only was the second young lady supporting her, but even the president himself was going to intervene on her behalf.
Wen Changrou dashed toward the top floor amid Zu Shuang’s repeated cries of “Rourou!”
She reached the CEO’s private floor and knocked on the office door. “Brother, are you there?”
After knocking two or three times without hearing a response, she turned the handle and stepped inside. The CEO’s office was empty, except for a monitor on the wall playing Natural World.
“Brother is so careless—he actually left without turning off the monitor,” Wen Changrou muttered. She walked over to the sofa and sat down, right next to Bai Tang.
Most girls love beauty, and Wen Changrou was no exception.
She didn’t enjoy watching Natural World, so she picked up the remote and switched the channel. A beauty host appeared on the screen, applying foundation to a model.
The little squirrel was not happy. He had been watching Natural World quite contentedly—why did Wen Changrou have to come and steal the TV from him?
Bai Tang glanced at the remote beside him. Taking advantage of Wen Changrou’s absorbed expression, he quietly switched the channel back.
“Animals that eat this kind of grass will begin to hallucinate…”
Wen Changrou: “???”
She looked down at the remote. Had she accidentally changed the channel herself? She switched it back again to the beauty program, marveling at the makeup artist’s techniques.
Bai Tang puffed out his cheeks in frustration. No way—he was going to watch Natural World.
“The problem is, this kind of grass grows by the riverside. Animals that come to drink water can’t avoid eating it…”
Wen Changrou: What the hell? She was determined to watch her beauty program.
“Now we’ll apply the highlighter just a little to the right of the cheekbone…”
“Animals lost in hallucinations are in great danger. They don’t realize their predators are already lurking nearby.”
“For cream blush—if it feels too dry, you can mix in a bit of foundation before applying…”
The screen kept switching channels back and forth, until finally, the little squirrel lost his temper.
In a moment of inattention, he launched a psychic attack—crackle! The monitor flickered violently, and a wisp of black smoke rose from the top.
It was completely fried.
Author’s note:
Monitor: Life is so hard, QAQ.