Rose Manor: Tycoon's Relentless Chase-Chapter 396 - 9: Spot Check

Fu Jichen went to the company and discovered that he left an important document at home. It was probably because he was too engrossed in talking with Shen Jianian while going downstairs for breakfast and forgot to take the document from the study.

He dialed the landline at Yunding Palace. The person who answered was Shen Jianian: "Hello?"

She hadn’t gone to the orchestra’s studio today and was resting at home.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, accompanied by chewing sounds, Fu Jichen paused slightly and momentarily forgot the main issue, asking her, "What are you eating?"

Shen Jianian hadn’t paid attention to the number just now, but upon hearing the voice, she realized it was a call from Fu Jichen and replied honestly, "Eating an apple. Among the things Grandpa sent, there were two boxes of apples, and they taste quite good. What’s the reason for your call?"

Generally, if Fu Jichen needed to find her for something, he would directly call her mobile phone rather than the landline.

"Where’s Aunt Cheng?" Fu Jichen asked from the other end.

"Out buying groceries."

"Is there no one with you?"

"The nutritionist is home with me."

Fu Jichen had commissioned Aunt Cheng to find a live-in nutritionist, preparing a room for the person to stay in the villa, responsible for Shen Jianian’s dietary health.

The nutritionist had been brought not long ago and was still in the observation probation period; Fu Jichen couldn’t completely trust them and said, "Go to the study now, find a document, and let Xiao Zheng bring it to the company. I need it for a meeting."

If it wasn’t a bit rushed, he would let Qu Mo go back and retrieve it.

"Oh, okay, I’ll hang up now." Shen Jianian prepared to hang up the phone.

"Wait, I haven’t told you where the document is." Fu Jichen chuckled, "It’s in the second-to-last drawer with a combination lock on the right side of the desk, you know the password."

Shen Jianian responded with an "Hmm," and then heard the man’s gentle reminder, "No rush, take your time."

"I know." Shen Jianian couldn’t help but smile as she spoke. Ever since she became pregnant, it seemed like he saw her as someone unable to manage her own actions.

Putting down the receiver, Shen Jianian continued munching on her apple as she entered the elevator and went to the study on the third floor.

Shen Jianian tossed the apple core into the trash bin, squatted down to input the password, opened the second-to-last drawer, and found several documents inside.

She snapped a photo and sent it to Fu Jichen, asking which one he needed.

Fu Jichen replied, "The one with the black cover. Open it and see, there’s a design blueprint in the middle."

Shen Jianian took out the black-covered document, placed it on the desk, flipped through it casually, and indeed found a folded paper inside. Because the paper was quite large, it had several folds. Upon unfolding it, it was exactly the design blueprint Fu Jichen mentioned.

She locked the drawer and went downstairs with the document, contacting Zheng Yi to come over.

*

In about half an hour, a white Volvo drove steadily to the front entrance of Junshan Group Headquarters Building.

The car was brand new, and Fu Jichen mentioned that this model had good safety features for Shen Jianian to use.

Xiao Zheng got out of the car but didn’t immediately go inside; instead, he walked to the back and opened the car door, letting a foot in white sneakers extend out.

Shen Jianian stepped out carrying a pink tote bag, told Xiao Zheng to wait for her a moment, then entered the Group Headquarters Building.

The rush hour for starting work had passed, and there weren’t many people moving in the lobby. Upon entry, Shen Jianian quickly caught the receptionist’s attention.

She was wearing a loose light blue pullover sweater, white knitted pants, her long hair untouched by perm or dye, black and smooth, tied in a low ponytail with a sweater-colored hair tie, her porcelain white face bare of makeup yet eye-catching.

The receptionist paused momentarily, quickly left her post, and approached to greet her, "Madam, is there anything I can assist you with?"

Shen Jianian was slightly surprised, seemingly not expecting such enthusiasm from the receptionist, a shallow smile forming on her lips, "Hello, I’m here to see your Mr. Chen, to deliver something to him."

Normally, when anyone came to find Fu Jichen, the receptionist would first ask, "Do you have an appointment?" But the person in front was Fu Jichen’s wife, obviously not part of the regular process. The receptionist pondered for a few seconds and said, "I can help you contact Special Assistant Song. Is that alright?" They had no authority to speak directly to Mr. Chen.

"That works too." Shen Jianian smiled, "Thank you."

"It’s no trouble, please wait a moment."

The receptionist trotted back, dialed Song Fang’s number, and waited a few seconds. Once the call was connected, she promptly explained, "Special Assistant Song, the CEO’s wife is here. Are you available to come down and meet her?"

Without asking further questions, Song Fang immediately replied, "I’ll come down right away."

The receptionist smiled at Shen Jianian and relayed Song Fang’s words, "Special Assistant Song will be down shortly, please wait a bit more."

"It’s okay." Shen Jianian continued to wait.

The receptionist secretly scrutinized her; she truly had no makeup on, contrary to the commonly known ’no-makeup makeup look’. Her complexion was great, and though she wore a simple sweater, she exuded an extraordinarily ethereal aura. It’s no wonder people online praised her as a goddess, saying she’s a rare top-tier beauty in the industry, both Angelic and pure.

The elevator opened in the distance, and a black figure hurried out, the button on his suit jacket undone, running over with the sides of his coat flapping incessantly.

He stopped in front of Shen Jianian, Song Fang gasped for breath, "Madam, how come you came over... without mentioning a word, so I could... come down and meet you in advance."

Shen Jianian didn’t say, originally Fu Jichen had asked Xiao Zheng to drive and deliver the document, but being idle at home, she wanted to get some fresh air, so she took over Xiao Zheng’s task and personally delivered the document. Sitting in the car on the way, she enjoyed the scenery, feeling exceptionally relaxed.

Shen Jianian took out the document from her bag, "I heard it’s needed for the meeting, you can take it up to him."

Song Fang accepted it without checking, suggesting to Shen Jianian, "How about going upstairs for a drink of water?" If Mr. Chen knew Shen Jianian came without sitting down for a bit, it would be a dereliction of duty on his part as an assistant.

"I won’t disturb your work." Shen Jianian politely declined.

"This..." Song Fang looked troubled, "Mr. Chen would blame me for poor hospitality. Mr. Chen’s work schedule this morning only has a meeting, so it wouldn’t be too much of a disturbance."

Still hesitating, Shen Jianian saw Song Fang directly raise his hand to show a ’please’ gesture, "Right this way."

As the two walked away, the two girls at the reception desk exchanged glances, one saying, "I thought the president’s wife was here to check on us, but she really came to deliver something."

"Are you silly? Who comes to check on people at this time?"

"True. But she looks so pretty up close, even with a pure bare face that makes her stand out. No wonder Director Wang Kelun chose her for a movie. And why do her sweater and pants, which look so simple, look so good on her?"

*

Stepping out of the elevator, Shen Jianian discreetly observed the surroundings. It was her first time at Junshan Group’s interior since being with Fu Jichen, and she didn’t expect the design to be so technology-rich.

Just as she turned over this thought, Song Fang casually mentioned, "You’ve been here before, you probably don’t remember."

"I’ve been here?"

Shen Jianian asked and then realized Song Fang was referring to before she lost her memory.

Song Fang: "Yes."

Before the president’s office, Song Fang halted, raised his hand to knock, and inside a low voice said, "Come in."

Upon hearing that emotionless response, Shen Jianian inexplicably felt nervous. Surely Fu Jichen wouldn’t blame her for impulsively running to his workplace, right?

Song Fang pushed the door open with one hand, revealing Fu Jichen sitting behind the desk, without raising his head, flipping through a document. He pinched a pen, tapping its end on the desk as if ready to sign at any moment.

Shen Jianian followed behind Song Fang, her footsteps light, not disturbing the man.

Song Fang placed the document on the desk, glanced at Shen Jianian who remained silent, lightly coughed, and said to Fu Jichen, "Mr. Chen, this is... the delivered document."

"Understood." Fu Jichen still didn’t lift his head, flipping to another page deeply absorbed in the text above.

Song Fang coughed again as a reminder.

"Anything else?"

Saying that, Fu Jichen finally moved his gaze from the document, raising his eyes to look at Song Fang, picking up the cup on the table, bringing it to his lips, and then beyond Song Fang noticed the person behind him.

His movement of drinking paused, Fu Jichen’s eyelashes fluttered, his eyes widened a notch, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Being closer, Song Fang saw the change in Fu Jichen’s expression, finding it amusing; he rarely sees the boss reveal such a shocked expression.

"Nothing much." Song Fang pressed his lips to hold back laughter, answering his earlier question, "I’ll leave first."

Song Fang quickened his pace, pulling open the door and suddenly remembered something important to remind, raising his hand to glance at his watch, saying, "Mr. Chen, the meeting is in fifteen minutes."

To prevent the boss from forgetting, he might have to remind him again later.

Saying this, Song Fang quickly exited without waiting for his response.

Dazed for a while, Fu Jichen got up, pushed away the office chair, walked around the desk to Shen Jianian, surprised: "Why didn’t you stay home to rest, why are you here?"

Shen Jianian held the handbag strap behind her, feigning innocence, "Didn’t you say you forgot to bring an important document? Of course, I’m here to deliver it."

"Are you sure that’s what I exactly said?" Fu Jichen wrapped around her waist, holding the hand she hid behind, pulling her to the sofa, letting her sit down, leaning down, with his palm supported on the sofa back, gazing into her eyes, "Think about it again."

Shen Jianian only insisted for a second before confessing: "Alright, you said to let Xiao Zheng deliver it, but I insisted on coming."