Exceedingly Considerate Service

As the night grew deeper, everyone had already fallen asleep, leaving only Jian An'an still troubled by various matters.

On the morning of the nineteenth day.

Song Wanning still woke up early as usual, unfailingly practicing martial arts and teaching them to the netizens.

[Ahhhhh! Wanning's martial arts really work! After practicing yesterday, I slept so soundly last night!]

[Really? I'm going to start practicing right now.]

[It's true! After practicing yesterday, I feel like I can push a small car with just one hand!]

[Absurd, heterodox nonsense, and yet you dare to practice it.]

[Trolls, get lost and don't get in our way!]

[From my years of experience in practicing martial arts, Song Wanning's techniques should be genuine.]

...

By the time Song Wanning finished her practice, it was already 7:30.

As soon as she stepped back into the villa, she was greeted by a rich, savory aroma. She hurried into the kitchen, "Aunt Li! What delicious food did you make today?!"

However, Aunt Li was nowhere to be seen in the kitchen.

It was Wen Jingxing.

Song Wanning's expression froze for a moment in surprise.

Seeing this, Wen Jingxing smiled with amused exasperation, "Could it not be me?"

"No, I just didn't expect you to wake up so early. What are you doing?"

"Cooking for you."

"Cooking for me?"

Song Wanning immediately recalled the culinary disaster from last time. "If... if it's too much trouble, should I just do it?"

"You don't trust me."

Song Wanning didn't dare to answer. After the kind of dishes served last time, who could possibly trust him?

"Let me taste it first..."

"Don't worry, Ah Ning. I've already consulted Aunt Li; you'll definitely like it this time."

"O... okay."

The breakfast on the table was quite bountiful: xiao long bao, soybean milk, fried eggs, milk, and the deep-fried dough sticks that Song Wanning loved.

It was evident that Wen Jingxing had put a lot of thought into it.

This time, the colors weren't uniformly charred black and red like the last time.

Although the xiao long bao varied in size, through the translucent wrappers, one could see fillings that appeared to be corn and carrots.

The soybean milk smelled fragrant.

The fried eggs weren't burnt either, boasting a golden crust on both sides.

Song Wanning tasted a bit of everything and then gave an affirmative verdict.

She gave Wen Jingxing a thumbs-up. "Mmm! It's delicious! Did you make all of this yourself? You've improved so much!"

"Then you must remember to give me a full score tonight."

At 11:00 PM, Li Weiwei would visit each guest, asking them to write down their ratings for their partners and send them in.

Instead of agreeing right away, Song Wanning chuckled teasingly, "That will depend on your service today!"

The two of them chatted and laughed as they ate. When the time came, seeing that Wen Jingxing was still sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper, Song Wanning couldn't help asking, "Don't you have to go to work today?"

Wen Jingxing shook his head. "Not today."

Song Wanning's eyes lit up. Is being a CEO always this carefree? They don't even have to go to work every day.

In reality, Wen Jingxing had simply finished today's workload ahead of time yesterday.

"Would you like some fruit, or juice?"

Wen Jingxing asked as he walked toward the kitchen, not waiting for Song Wanning's reply.

Soon, Wen Jingxing emerged from the kitchen, holding a fruit platter in one hand and a glass of orange juice in the other.

"Thank you," Song Wanning said.

"There's no need to be polite between us. Where are you going today? I'll accompany you."

"Not yet, but I'm going somewhere tonight."

"Where?" Wen Jingxing asked with curiosity.

"It's a secret. You'll know when we get there tonight."

With nothing to do in the morning, Song Wanning curled up on the sofa to browse her phone.

Wen Jingxing sat beside her, reading the news.

It was a picture of tranquil, quiet domestic bliss.

Just then, Song Wanning received a message from Nan Yan.

Nan Yan: [Wanning, are you busy right now?]

Song Wanning: [Nope, just bored to the point of lying on the sofa playing on my phone.]

Nan Yan: [That's perfect. Do you want to come over to my house? My mom said she wants to practice culinary arts with you.]

When Nan Yan had something in mind, she acted on it immediately.

She was already planning to invite Song Wanning over the very next day.

However, Song Wanning was feeling a bit lazy today. She glanced at Wen Jingxing, preparing to get up, but failed to rise.

Wen Jingxing laughed at her. "Ah Ning, what are you doing over there?"

"I... I can't get up..."

Wen Jingxing stood up and pulled her straight to her feet.

"What's the matter?"

"Nan Yan invited me to her house."

"Want to go?"

"I don't want to." Song Wanning didn't feel like moving today.

"Alright, I'll go get something for you."

"Okay."

Though Song Wanning didn't know what Wen Jingxing was going to get her, she agreed anyway and turned to decline Nan Yan's invitation.

Song Wanning: [Not today, I'll go another day. I don't feel like moving today.]

Nan Yan sent a giggling emoji, followed by a message: [With Jingxing keeping you company today, you just can't bear to leave your two-person world, right?]

Song Wanning raised an eyebrow. Nan Yan was making progress; her personality was becoming increasingly cheerful, and she even dared to tease her with such remarks.

Not wanting to be outdone, Song Wanning replied: [That's right, so I won't go disturb your two-person world today either.]

That left Nan Yan speechless, prompting her to simply reply with a cute cat sticker.

Before long, Wen Jingxing brought a stack of documents over to Song Wanning. He said, "This is detailed information about Qisheng Company, including its capital, cash flow, employees, along with proposals drafted by our company's staff and the company's future projected direction. Take a look and get familiar with it first."

"Okay."

Song Wanning nodded obediently, took the documents, and began reading them earnestly, word by word.

Although these were tedious and lengthy texts, she kept her eyes glued to them.

Wen Jingxing wasn't idle either. Wherever Song Wanning read, he would explain, even offering her tips and techniques. His attitude wasn't perfunctory at all just because she was an outsider.

Instead, because it was Song Wanning's first time encountering these things, he explained them even more thoroughly and in greater detail.

The two of them studied so intently that had Aunt Li not come to remind them about lunch, they probably would have forgotten to eat.

After the meal, Song Wanning sat in front of the computer, earnestly studying how to become a qualified manager.

Yet, she received Wen Jingxing's "teasing," "That's not right. No amount of reading compares to a single practical application."

"I still need to read."

Song Wanning was quite stubborn.

This could be considered her first formal counterattack against Jian An'an's actions since transmigrating here.

She did not want any mishaps to occur.

Nor did she want anyone in the company to look down upon her as an unjustified and unqualified manager.

"It's fine, I'll be right by your side the whole time," Wen Jingxing encouraged her.

However, Song Wanning shook her head. "You can only protect me for a while; you can't be by my side every second."

Wen Jingxing thought silently to himself: *As long as you marry me, who would ever dare bully you in the future?*

Yet, he didn't dare say it out loud.

"No, I will always be there."

Song Wanning turned her head to glance at the man beside her. Why did those words and that tone sound almost like a confession?