txolops Chapter 16 Indirect Temptation
Chapter 16 Indirect Temptation
In the square, Secretary Chen hurriedly left with a takeout box in hand.
Watching her retreating figure, Liu Wei, who was devouring his lunchbox, couldn't help but exclaim, "Boss, your cooking is absolutely amazing!"
You've even managed to get the chief secretary in the president's office; tomorrow, all the top executives in the building will probably have to come down and line up!
"Brother Liu is right!"
Zhao Qiang, his mouth full of rice, mumbled in agreement, "They were just mocking us in the group chat a moment ago, they're probably kicking themselves now!"
Wang Hai listened intently, his face beaming, and as he handed someone a takeout box, he exclaimed loudly, "That's right!"
Don't they even know who our Brother Chen is?
With skills like this, I wouldn't trade them for a mountain of gold!
Sitting on the small stool, Tangtang swung her little feet and corrected in her childish voice, "Uncle Fatty, Daddy said that people should be humble and not boast."
But Daddy's cooking is definitely the best in the world!
Hearing the girl's uninhibited words, Lin Chen, who was stirring the wok in front of the stove, slightly curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Eat your food, don't choke."
Lin Chen spoke calmly, as the iron pot in his hand once again churned up golden rice grains.
at the same time.
"Ding—" The private elevator on the top floor of Yintai Building emitted a soft notification sound.
The elevator doors slid open to both sides.
Secretary Chen strode out in her high heels.
Besides the urgent document she had just retrieved from downstairs, she was also steadily carrying a takeout box inside a transparent plastic bag.
The air on the top floor was quiet.
There is only one huge CEO office here, and a separate workstation outside the door for Secretary Chen.
Secretary Chen walked to his desk and put down the takeout box.
Even through the plastic lid, the pure aroma of scallions and eggs still seeped out bit by bit.
She swallowed hard, resisting the urge to immediately open the lunchbox, picked up the urgent document, and walked towards the heavy, soundproof glass door in front of her.
"Knock knock knock".
Secretary Chen knocked gently on the door.
"Enter."
A clear, cold, yet distinctly weak female voice came from inside the door.
Secretary Chen pushed open the glass door and went inside.
Behind the large desk, leaning back in a leather chair, is Su Qingxue, the helmsman of this multi-billion dollar business empire.
She was wearing a minimalist white silk shirt.
Even though her face was sickly pale, it couldn't hide her cold and beautiful features that made people afraid to look directly at her.
However, she is in very poor condition. One hand is pressed against her stomach, and the back of the other hand is covered with medical tape left over from the IV drip.
"President Su, this is an urgent document from the planning department."
Secretary Chen gently placed the document on the table.
Su Qingxue didn't pick up the documents immediately, but instead closed her eyes wearily.
"Just leave it there."
Su Qingxue's voice was very soft.
Secretary Chen felt a pang of sadness looking at his boss: "President Su, you haven't eaten a single solid food for two whole days."
How can the body withstand intravenous nutrition alone?
Upon hearing the word "eat," Su Qingxue's brows furrowed instantly, and her stomach immediately experienced a conditioned reflex-like spasm.
She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand, and it took her several seconds to suppress the nausea.
"Don't mention food."
Su Qingxue lowered her hand, her face growing paler. "The star chef from the romantic country that the company spent a lot of money to hire, the white truffle caviar soup that the company brought in at noon, even though it only contained the finest ingredients, still made me feel nauseous just from the smell."
Severe anorexia. The intense internal power struggles within the company over the past six months have pushed her psychological pressure to its limit.
What started as a loss of appetite has now escalated to the point where the smell of any high-end Western food causes me to gag uncontrollably.
These past two days, the condition has worsened to the point that he can only be kept alive by intravenous nutrition.
"But President Su..."
Secretary Chen wanted to persuade him further.
"Go out."
Su Qingxue waved her hand, interrupting her, "Tell the downstairs that no one is allowed to bring food up tonight."
"...Yes, President Su."
Secretary Chen reluctantly left the president's office, closing the heavy, soundproof glass door tightly behind him.
Back at her workstation, Secretary Chen glanced at the closed office door, sighed, and then focused her gaze on the plastic takeout box on the desk.
"If President Su doesn't eat, I have to."
"I'd like to see why those guys in the planning department are eating this hundred-yuan fried rice so enthusiastically."
Secretary Chen reached out and untied the plastic bag.
The lunchbox was still a little hot to the touch, with water droplets condensing on it.
She reached out her hands, gripped the edge of the plastic box lid, and gently lifted it up.
"Click".
The moment the plastic lid was lifted.
The heat that had been trapped in the small space suddenly burst forth.
The pure, unadulterated aroma of dried rice, mixed with the rich fragrance of free-range eggs, instantly exploded in the quiet top-floor office area!
It lacks the complex spice flavors typical of Michelin-starred restaurants, and contains no excess oil.
This is an extremely clean and dominant original flavor of food.
Secretary Chen's critical mindset was completely shattered in that instant.
Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the golden-brown, perfectly separated grains of fried rice in the lunchbox.
His throat moved wildly and uncontrollably, and saliva was secreted instantly in his mouth.
She could no longer care about being the chief secretary's reserved demeanor. She picked up a spoon, scooped up a large spoonful of fried rice, and eagerly put it into her mouth.
chew.
The dryness of the aged rice bounces on the tongue, while the savory aroma of the eggs and the sweetness of the scallions blend perfectly.
"It's so delicious!" Secretary Chen couldn't say a word. The spoon in his hand became a blur as he stuffed mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.
Meanwhile, in the CEO's office, just one door away...
Su Qingxue was trying to suppress the dizziness caused by low blood sugar as she reached for the urgent document on the table.
Suddenly, she stopped moving.
In the quiet air, a faint scent crept silently into the office through the less than half-centimeter gap at the bottom of the glass door.
It smelled like food.
Su Qingxue's brows furrowed instantly.
Normally, whenever she smells food, her brain will instinctively send out a rejection signal.
She was just about to press the intercom on the table to reprimand Secretary Chen.
However, when that fragrance completely entered her nasal cavity...
Su Qingxue's fingers hovered in mid-air, and she froze.
It wasn't greasy as I expected.
It lacked the nauseatingly complex flavors of expensive white truffles and rich soup.
It had the fresh scent of rice, and was as clean as a rice field that had just been harvested in autumn.
Following closely behind is the rich aroma of eggs.
The smell directly penetrated her psychological defenses against anorexia.
"Gurgle..."
In the quiet office, a clear sound of intestinal peristalsis suddenly rang out.
A flicker of astonishment and shock flashed across Su Qingxue's cold, beautiful eyes.
Not disgusting. She didn't even find it disgusting!
Not only did she not feel nauseous, but her stomach, which had been clenched due to not eating for two days, was now secreting stomach acid like crazy.
Hunger overwhelmed her reason like a tidal wave.
Hungry. So hungry. Su Qingxue clutched her stomach.
She stared intently at the frosted glass door in front of her, the faint aroma of scallions and eggs captivating her sense of smell.
"Secretary Chen..."
Su Qingxue murmured a few words and suddenly stood up from the large leather seat.
Because she got up too quickly, her vision went black for a moment due to low blood sugar, but she didn't care about that at all.
She walked briskly around the desk in her high heels, her eyes fixed on the glass door, and yanked it open.