Overnight Hit: Vicious Stepmother and Genius Son
Chapter 532 - 529 (Second update~)

Chapter 532: 529 (Second update~)

When Ye Zhenzhen arrived at the entrance of Huanya Group, the young security guard saw her and immediately greeted her with a smiley nod, letting her in.

Now everyone knew that Ye Zhenzhen was the wife of their group’s CEO.

Once inside the lobby, employees who were coming in early for work also greeted her respectfully with a smile and a nod.

Ye Zhenzhen approached the reception desk and said, "Good morning, I’d like to go to President Song’s office, may I?"

The receptionist, stunned by the CEO’s wife’s beauty early in the morning, nodded hesitantly. Could she even say no?

You’re the CEO’s wife, after all!

With the help of the receptionist, Ye Zhenzhen took a card and swiped through the employee passage, entering the elevator that went straight to the top floor.

The receptionist had contacted the CEO’s office in advance. Fortunately, there was an assistant who arrived early, so when Ye Zhenzhen reached the top floor, an assistant was there to receive her and lead her into the CEO’s office.

The assistant was thrilled to see Ye Zhenzhen.

The CEO had been in a bad mood for the past couple of days, making everyone on that floor very nervous. There was an important meeting scheduled for nine, and if the CEO’s wife’s visit could improve the CEO’s mood, it would be a boon for all the overworked employees.

Thinking of this, the assistant’s demeanor became even more eager to please on top of being sincerely respectful, "Ma’am, have you had breakfast?"

"I have," she replied.

"Would you like some coffee or milk then?"

Ye Zhenzhen smiled lightly, "Just a cup of warm water, please. Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

After placing the water glass on the coffee table, the assistant continued, with a smile, "Ma’am, did Director Zhang call you? He said that President Song’s mood has been poor these past days..."

Ye Zhenzhen lifted her eyes, her gaze slightly puzzled as she looked at the young woman in front of her, dressed in a water-pink suit, with short hair level with her ears—plain-faced yet efficient and conversational, with a gentle and pleasant voice.

It was just that in those clear eyes, there seemed to be both sincerity and a hint of nosiness.

She went along with the assistant’s words and responded, "Mhm."

She certainly couldn’t say she had come early in the morning to give President Song an explanation.

"Ma’am, you’re truly wonderful. On behalf of everyone in the CEO’s office, I thank you!"

Recently, the word around the building was that only the CEO’s wife could soothe the CEO’s ire.

Ye Zhenzhen smoothly asked, "Has the CEO been very angry these past two days?"

The assistant nodded gravely, "Ma’am, you see the sky outside—sunny with clear, blue skies. But here in the office..."

That’s not right, right, she can’t be so direct in front of the ma’am.

"It’s like the clouds are rolling in, foggy and overcast, as if there’s a sense of an impending storm..."

It’s suffocating!

Ye Zhenzhen picked up her glass of water and took a sip, "Is it a work-related issue?"

The assistant nodded, then shook her head, "Perhaps, but I think it has more to do with the president’s mood."

The hint was clear enough; surely, the CEO’s wife would understand.

With President Song’s capabilities, work troubles wouldn’t normally cause them such distress. Just in the last couple of days, anyone who saw President Song knew his mood was terrible.

"Ma’am, please have a seat. If you need anything, just call me. My surname is Chen, Assistant Chen."

Ye Zhenzhen smiled, "Okay."

Foggy and overcast?

From such a description, it seemed this man had managed to restrain his temper quite a bit after returning home.

Assistant Chen went back to her desk and called Secretary Zhang.

"Director Zhang, the CEO’s wife has arrived at the CEO’s office."

Secretary Zhang was at the door changing shoes, ready to leave. Surprised by the assistant’s message, she asked, "Has President Song arrived?"

"Not yet."

"Okay, I got it."

Secretary Zhang left the room and immediately dialed their CEO’s phone.

At that moment, Song Jinze’s car was parked outside the Dihao Hotel. Having learned that Ye Zhenzhen had checked into the hotel last night, he sent her a WeChat message, but did not receive a reply. Thinking that she must be resting, he did not contact her again.

Having hardly slept all night, he got up early and rushed to the hotel, only to be informed that Ye Zhenzhen had already left for the film set early in the morning.

When his phone displayed Secretary Zhang’s call, a look of disappointment crossed the man’s face.

"President, the lady is in your office."

Song Jinze’s knuckles tightened around his phone, and his dark pupils constricted slightly.

A maple leaf drifted down onto the car window with the cold wind. He reached out to tweeze it, his thin lips moving slightly, "Okay, got it."

...

When Song Jinze arrived at his office, Ye Zhenzhen was sitting on the sofa flipping through a financial magazine.

Seeing the man come in, she set down the magazine, slowly stood up, and smiled at him, "You’re finally here!"

The words she uttered carried a hint of complaint, yet her tone was light-hearted.

And her smile, just like the early morning sun on a winter day, warm and bright, quietly dispersed the cold aura that had enveloped the man.

Song Jinze stepped forward and took her hand, gently squeezing it in reassurance, a soft curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Why did you get up so early?"

Ye Zhenzhen looked up at his handsome face and leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his waist, "I missed you!"

"..."

A trace of astonishment crossed the man’s face; she rarely took such initiative.

The sweet memory of the previous night was still fresh, and at this point, he could no longer restrain his emotions. He lifted her into his arms and sat down on the sofa.

"Me too."

Ye Zhenzhen was now sitting in his lap, princess-style. She raised her hands to cup his handsome face and asked with a smile, "So I wanted to ask, why has President Song been unhappy these past few days?"

The man’s thin lips parted slightly, "I haven’t been unhappy."

"Then why have you been ignoring me these past few days?"

"I haven’t been ignoring you."

Ye Zhenzhen pouted, "Is that so? So does President Song plan to continue sleeping in separate beds from now on, or even if we sleep together, we will just mind our own business?"

"..."

Song Jinze’s brows furrowed slightly.

She had him cornered perfectly.

Ye Zhenzhen shifted in his embrace, straddling his lap, her arms draped over his broad shoulders.

She was wearing a haze blue lantern-sleeved knit top today, and the fluffy sensation from the sleeves was subtly tantalizing behind his ears, warming the room’s air.

Song Jinze’s Adam’s apple bobbed, "I don’t have such plans."

Ye Zhenzhen playfully arched her eyebrows, "Alright then, tell me, what have you been upset about with me these past few days? What’s bothering you?"

The man sighed deeply. He wasn’t upset—he was worried.

It was not appropriate to directly ask about such things before he had a clear understanding and confirmation.

Seeing that he didn’t respond, Ye Zhenzhen’s tone suddenly became earnest, "Song Jinze, since when did you start liking me?"

This question was important, so significant that her decision to tell him everything that happened to her depended on his answer.

Therefore, she added, "Answer me truthfully, okay? No lying or deceiving!"