My beautiful CEO wife
Chapter 392: Have You Ever Thought About Mr. Clown’s Feelings?

Chapter 392: Chapter 392: Have You Ever Thought About Mr. Clown’s Feelings?

In the study.

Leng Ruobing sat lazily, poring over management books with not a trace of expression.

Xiao Zheng approached her from behind, whispering in her ear with feigned grievance, "Wife, you’re really being unfair."

"Hmph!"

Leng Ruobing lifted her exquisite head, glancing back at him, and said icily, "Ah Zheng, are you really stupid or just pretending to be?"

"What’s that supposed to mean?" Xiao Zheng, mentally short-circuiting, was a bit confused.

"Our relationship is that of contract husband and wife, and we can’t let Xiao Ran find out. Since I’m sending you, of course I’ll reimburse you for the expenses. The act at the dining table was just for show; I didn’t expect you to be so spineless!"

Leng Ruobing curled her lip, disdainfully.

Xiao Zheng: "..."

Damn, she’s playing games with me...

......

Three days later, in the sales department office.

A beautiful figure paced back and forth, looking restless and anxious.

It was Mu Yiqing.

She glanced at the time on her phone; it was already half-past eight, yet that desirable shadow still hadn’t appeared.

"Hmph, it’s so late and he still hasn’t come to work. Could he have overslept? I should give him a call to hurry him up."

Mu Yiqing dialed Xiao Zheng’s number, and a gentle, beautiful tone came through.

"Sorry, the user you’ve dialed has turned off their phone, please try again later, sorry..."

He had actually turned off his phone. This guy must have run out of battery, definitely.

Seeing her uneasy look, a colleague chuckled teasingly, "Xiao Mu, you’re waiting for your Brother Xiao, aren’t you?"

"Not at all! Don’t talk nonsense," Mu Yiqing immediately blushed, unwilling to admit it.

The colleague said in a singsong voice, "Xiao Mu, you might as well stop waiting. Your Brother Xiao has gone on a trip and won’t be coming to work for the next three days."

"What?" Mu Yiqing was completely dumbfounded, asking eagerly, "That’s impossible. He clearly told me he wouldn’t go on a trip."

"Hee hee, you actually believe what a man says? Only if pigs could climb trees."

The colleague sneered, clearly a frustrated old maid when it came to romance.

"This..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yiqing’s spirits plummeted. She walked despondently to her desk and sat down in solitude, tears glittering in her eyes as she laid her head on the desk, her shoulders heaving.

...

Meanwhile.

Xiao Zheng was already on the plane to Sansha City, accompanied by several dozen company employees, mostly from management, while some of the junior staff were reluctant to part with their ten percent bonus money.

He took the aisle seat, Leng Ruobing the window seat, with Chu Xiaoran, the little third wheel, sitting between them.

At that moment, Xiao Zheng and Chu Xiaoran were squabbling over snacks—little beans.

Chu Xiaoran certainly didn’t want to share with him, but Xiao Zheng, shameless and unreasonable, wouldn’t take no for an answer.

"Ah Zheng, these are my little beans, for killing time. No snatching," Chu Xiaoran protested.

"I just want to eat your little beans, just two, the pink ones," retorted Xiao Zheng.

"Pfft..."

Their oblivious bickering made the other employees nearly spit blood.

Xiao Zheng was shamelessly flirting in plain sight.

Leng Ruobing couldn’t stand it anymore and said with a stern face, "Can’t you two quiet down for a bit? You’re disturbing others’ rest."

"Hehe"

The two chuckled sheepishly, glared at each other, and turned their heads away, neither willing to look at the other.

Xiao Zheng’s eyes narrowed as he saw a gorgeous stewardess approaching, pushing a drinks cart and distributing beverages to the passengers.

It was Shen Jiayi!

This girl, her attire was quite stylish. The proper flight attendant uniform she wore emphasized her slender and graceful figure, revealing a stretch of fair and delicate calves, as smooth and radiant as jade.

Xiao Zheng glanced at Chu Xiaoran from the corner of his eyes and asked softly, "Little Lord Ran, are we flying with Hengxing Aviation?"

"That’s right, Hengxing Aviation is one of the best private airlines in the country in terms of service, and their planes are pretty new too, so their business is booming," replied Chu Xiaoran.

Chu Xiaoran smacked his lips, munching on snacks, and spoke with ease, clearly a frequent flyer, knowing all the details like the back of his hand.

Xiao Zheng nodded faintly and then closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, waiting for Shen Jiayi to come by.

A good while later.

Shen Jiayi finally came over and spotted Xiao Zheng, who was feigning sleep, and recognized him at a glance.

He was her childhood friend, who grew up with her—she could identify him by his scent even if he turned to ashes.

Overjoyed, she cleared her throat, and with a hint of mischief, she asked, "Sir, what kind of beverage would you like?"

"A latte, thank you!" Xiao Zheng’s lips curved up, but he didn’t even open his eyes.

Shen Jiayi poured a cup and handed it to him, pretending to be polite, "Sir, please enjoy!"

Xiao Zheng took it, sipped lightly, and found the taste to be peculiar.

He opened his eyes to look.

What the hell, this girl was being mischievous—he had been given a Coke when he clearly asked for a latte.

Xiao Zheng pretended to be angry as he raised his head and looked at Shen Jiayi, and what caught his eye was her affectionate, teasing eyes.

"Young lady, that’s not very sportsmanlike of you. When your brother is flying, you actually serve him a coke."

"Brother Xiao, it’s been so long, did you miss me?"

Shen Jiayi’s intimate tone, as if no one else was around, was sweet enough to be lethal. Anyone who didn’t know better might think they were a couple.

"Hm?"

Two cold glares struck, and without looking, Xiao Zheng knew it must be Leng Ruobing and Chu Xiaoran.

Eating vinegar when you shouldn’t—Mr. Clown will surely be tearfully washing his face alone in his cold, lonely emptiness.

Xiao Zheng cleared his throat and said breezily, "Of course I missed you—a lot. I’ve been tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Where else could I find such a pure girl like you?"

"Jerk!" Shen Jiayi’s tender scolding was mixed with a hint of anger. She snuggled up to his side, her bright eyes shining enticingly.

Just then,

Chu Xiaoran’s voice came with a hint of sourness: "Beautiful, a coke for me, thank you!"

Leng Ruobing’s voice, however, was rather indifferent: "A glass of pure milk, thank you!"

Shen Jiayi snapped back to reality, gave an embarrassed smile, quickly poured for both, and handed the beverages over.

Strangely enough, both women’s eyes carried complex emotions. Shen Jiayi could sense their hostility.

That’s a woman’s sixth sense—sensitivity!

She gave an awkward smile: "Enjoy your drinks. Brother Xiao, I have other things to do, so I’ll be going back first."

With that, she patted Xiao Zheng’s hand and walked away reluctantly.

Chu Xiaoran watched Shen Jiayi’s retreating figure, her eyes flickering rapidly. She pointed at Xiao Zheng and demanded, "Guard Captain Ah Zheng, without my permission, how dare you flirt with others?"

"I’m not yours to command, so don’t try to manage too much—it’s not good," Xiao Zheng shrugged off with a carefree smile.

Chu Xiaoran huffed, dissatisfied, "You took my first kiss, hugged me, kissed me, saw all you had to see—I don’t care, you have to take responsibility for me."

What? Take responsibility for you? It was just a kiss, wasn’t it?

Saw all there was to see? Clearly, there was still something left unseen.

Xiao Zheng rolled his eyes, his mouth twitching, and said playfully, "Have you considered how your Mr. Clown feels when you say that?"

"Uh..."

Immediately, Chu Xiaoran clammed up, her eyes showing her inner conflict as she weighed her options.