Chapter 2 The Love-Deprived CEO 2 (1/2)

"You'd better stay away from him from now on."

Bai Qianqian's voice tightened, "President Fu... doesn't like any woman getting close to him."

Zi Xi nodded and said "Oh," and suddenly there was a commotion outside the secretary's office.

Everyone began to stand up. Bai Qianqian turned around and her blood froze instantly. Fu Senran was standing at the entrance of the secretariat, his eyes scanning the entire office like radar.

Bai Qianqian's body reacted before her thoughts, quickly crouching down and hiding in the gap under her workstation. Her imprisonment in her previous life told her that she must never be discovered, never attract attention, and never become his prey.

How are the quarterly reports coming along?

Fu Senran's gaze swept across the marketing department. He asked the secretary-general, Sister Wang, beside him, in a low voice that made everyone prick up their ears.

Sister Wang quickly opened the folder: "It's already 80% complete, the person in charge of data processing..."

"Um."

Fu Senran suddenly raised his hand to interrupt her. He stopped in front of Zi Xi, his condescending gaze fixed on that round head and a single strand of hair that just wouldn't go down. Her appearance was youthful and cute, vibrant and bright, like a green apple or a ripe red apple, tempting one to commit a crime.

He deliberately softened his voice as he greeted her: "Shen Zixi, the new intern in the Secretariat?"

"It's me! Hello, Mr. Fu!"

Zi Xi stood up full of energy and looked directly at Fu Senran in response, but her eyes did not contain the emotions Fu Senran had imagined. Instead, they showed the innocence of a college student, without any emotion mixed in.

She didn't blush, didn't tremble, and didn't even glance at him twice, treating him as casually as if he were an ordinary person.

Fu Senran suddenly looked at the health pot on the left side of the table and asked with interest, "What kind of tea are you brewing?"

The colors inside are quite beautiful, just like the girl in front of me—vibrant and full of life.

Zi Xi recited the ingredients from memory, like listing dishes: "This is a health-preserving tea to replenish qi and blood. It contains longan, goji berries, red dates, and dried rose petals..."

After staring at the health-preserving kettle for two seconds, Fu Senran suddenly reached out and tapped the top of the kettle: "It looks delicious. Send a cup to my office."

After saying this, Fu Senran strode out of the office area. Mu Yu paused for a moment, ordered a drink, and then followed him out.

He wasn't curious about ordinary health teas, but since President Fu thought they tasted good, he, as his special assistant, had to try them!

After the big boss's surprise inspection left, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, completely unaware of Bai Qianqian's terrified eyes as she hid under her workstation, looking as if she wanted to bury herself.

But after Fu Senran left, Bai Qianqian slumped weakly in her computer chair, feeling a weight lifted from her heart, yet also experiencing mixed emotions.

He really has his eye on that idiot Zi Xi!

All of Fu Senran's methods from his past life will be used on Zi Xi, so she is safe for now!

But we cannot let our guard down.

Bai Qianqian looked at Zi Xi, who was brewing flower tea, with a complicated expression. Since Zi Xi hadn't refused, she must be willing.

In this life, Zi Xi, a girl from an orphanage, will definitely not escape Fu Senran's control, so let her take care of Mo Cheng in this life!

Anyway, Mo Cheng liked her from the beginning, so she didn't steal Zi Xi's marriage. On the contrary, that poor girl Zi Xi might even enjoy the wealth that Fu Senran brought her.

At that very moment, Fu Senran was standing in front of his laptop on the 28th floor, repeatedly watching the surveillance footage on the screen.

In the scene, after he left, Zi Xi took out the prepared flower tea ingredients from her dark blue canvas bag and put them back into the cleaned health pot to start brewing the flower tea.