RAHHSFL - Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Monday morning. President Qin, usually the epitome of diligence, took an unprecedented half-day leave.
Ruan Nan had called Feng Qing to request it.
Sitting in on the senior management meeting in the CEO's stead, Feng Qing, ever the considerate one, covered her mouth and asked, "Chairman Ruan, can President Qin even get out of bed today?"
...Everyone's eyes lit up, exchanging knowing glances.
Huang Ying, from the finance department, dropped her pen.
"She can? Okay. If she can’t, I have a wheelchair at home, the one my grandmother used. I can bring it when I pick up President Qin this afternoon…”
"What? A turtleneck? Chairman Ruan, why would President Qin need a turtleneck in the middle of summer?"
...The entire room was struggling to contain their laughter.
Huang Ying, unable to take it any longer, took the phone and walked out of the office. "Nan Jie, you’re back?"
"Yes," a sleepy voice answered from the other end, a single syllable laced with a distinctly feminine charm.
"So..." Huang Ying cleared her throat. "Nan Jie, Ju Ju was looking for you everywhere yesterday. I don't know what happened, but is everything okay now?"
"It’s fine now. Sorry for worrying you."
Huang Ying waved her hand dismissively, even though Ruan Nan couldn't see her. "Don't worry about it. I don't know what happened, but as long as Ju Ju made up with Nan Jie, everything's fine, right~"
Ruan Nan understood the implication, a subtle smile playing on her lips. "She was keeping something from me. I found out yesterday.”
"Oh, I see. That wasn’t right of Ju Ju. It's understandable that you were upset with her, Nan Jie."
Ruan Nan chuckled, tracing a finger across the shoulder of the person beside her. "Yes, so I punished her last night.”
Huang Ying's grip on the phone tightened, her other hand clenching into a fist, her voice strained with the last vestiges of her composure. "Haha, Nan Jie punished Ju Ju? I always thought persuading Ju Ju was rather difficult~"
"Persuading her was difficult."
"So you seduced her.”
"..."
Huang Ying, the unwavering champion of Ju Nan, had fallen.
Ruan Nan hung up. Qin Juran was still in bed, her upper body bare, her back facing Ruan Nan like a sulking child.
Ruan Nan put down her phone and gently stroked Qin Juran’s back. "Time to get up~"
Qin Juran didn't answer, still buried under the covers.
If last night had been Ruan Nan's first time experiencing Qin Juran in a submissive role, this was the first time Qin Juran had turned her back on her, sulking.
Usually, it was Qin Juran doing the coaxing.
The thought of the CEO, the woman from another world, lying in bed like this made Ruan Nan smile.
She leaned closer, whispering in Qin Juran's ear, "What's wrong, President Qin? Feeling shy?"
The warm breath against her ear made Qin Juran shiver, her ears burning. She mumbled a soft "yes."
Yes...
The scene felt strangely familiar. Ruan Nan leaned even closer, her voice teasing. "Why so shy now? Weren't you quite vocal last night, Jiejie?"
"..."
Qin Juran felt frustrated, but her pride as the self-proclaimed "ultimate seductress" wouldn’t allow her to act like Ruan Nan, to be the one who needed coaxing.
Being playful while dominating was flirting. Being playful while being dominated was…
"Ah Ruan, how could you do this to me?" Qin Juran whined.
The more she whined, the more amused Ruan Nan became. So this was the kind of joy Qin Juran, the foxy CEO, had been experiencing all this time?
Ruan Nan hugged her from behind. "Jiejie, when you were teaching me, did you ever imagine this day would come?"
She hadn't.
Initially, Qin Juran had considered this possibility. But after giving Ruan Nan several opportunities, realizing her little wife was too proud, too stubborn, too much of a "bottom" to learn, she had given up and embraced her role as the dominant one.
When had her little wife started plotting her revenge?
Unlike Qin Juran, whose every word and gesture, every touch and caress, was a deliberate display of her prowess, Ruan Nan was slow, almost clumsy, but determined, meticulously returning everything she had learned.
This made Qin Juran even more frustrated.
Ruan Nan teased her a bit more, then patted her. "Come on, get up, or I'll have Feng Qing bring over her grandmother’s wheelchair~"
Qin Juran, unable to take it any longer, pulled the covers over Ruan Nan, wrapping them both in a cocoon of warmth.
Ruan Nan looked into her eyes. "What? Still haven't had enough?"
She reached out to touch Qin Juran, who quickly intertwined their fingers, pulling Ruan Nan closer and raising her chin. "Ah Ruan, just this once.”
Ruan Nan pushed against her, her body falling back against Qin Juran. "Jiejie, every time from now on might be different~"
Ruan Nan held Qin Juran close, noticing the red marks on her neck and chest, and bit her lip. "Do they hurt?"
Qin Juran traced the marks with her fingers, then gently stroked Ruan Nan's head. "You little nibbler~"
At 3:00 PM, Feng Qing, armed with a turtleneck, picked up Chairman Ruan and President Qin. Feng Qing drove, Chairman Ruan and President Qin in the back. President Qin wore the turtleneck, long sleeves, and sunglasses. Chairman Ruan looked like a flower that had just been thoroughly watered.
Chairman Ruan was thinking about giving Feng Qing a raise. President Qin was thinking about demoting her.
Back at the office, the advertising campaigns Ju Nan had handled for the two fashion shows had been incredibly successful. Combined with the rumors about Qin Juran's background, more and more large-scale events were now contacting them.
The food-themed series by a few key influencers was well-established and gaining traction. Qin Juran allocated a portion of the budget for collaborations, continuing to recruit new talent.
Since its inception, Ju Nan had faced its share of challenges. Some employees had left, doubting the company’s potential. Those who stayed, however, now shared a common belief in Ju Nan’s future.
Ruan Nan's presence at the office wasn't just about her flight that night; she had another agenda.
Inspired by the vlog project assigned by S University, she proposed a series about studying abroad. With Ruan Nan in America, Lin Wei in the UK, and Ju Nan's growing resources, the theme was both interesting and practical.
She called a meeting. Qin Juran, still slightly wary, sent Feng Qing to observe. After the meeting, a young, ambitious employee approached Feng Qing with a cup of coffee. "Qing Jie, did President Qin send you to Chairman Ruan’s meeting today?”
Feng Qing looked at her. "Why?"
The young woman smiled sweetly. "Chairman Ruan wants to do a series about studying abroad. I’ve never been abroad, so I’m not sure how to contribute effectively. Qing Jie, could you put in a good word for me…?"
Feng Qing saw right through her. "So you think Chairman Ruan has no real power and you’re worried about being overlooked?"
"Oh no, I…"
Feng Qing gave her a pointed look. "Don't worry about it. Just work hard for Chairman Ruan. If she’s happy, not only will you get a raise, you might even get your own dedicated series from President Qin."
The young woman's eyes widened in realization, leaning closer conspiratorially. "Qing Jie, are you saying that Chairman Ruan is actually in charge?"
"The company listens to President Qin, and President Qin listens to Chairman Ruan. Got it?"
"Since when?"
"Last… night.”
"..."
The afternoon flew by. That evening, Qin Juran took Ruan Nan to the airport. So much had happened in just a week. From Ruan Nan appearing in her living room on Sunday to this moment, everything seemed the same, yet everything had changed. Qin Juran no longer worried as much about Ruan Nan leaving. She had witnessed firsthand how much Ruan Nan had "grown up."
Two months was a long time, but this time, there were no doubts, no worries, no unspoken anxieties. What they had shared was enough to sustain them through the distance. Even just reminiscing about their experiences would fill countless nights.
Besides, Ruan Nan still needed time to process the "Qin Juran" phenomenon.
Although the summer days were long, time seemed to fly by when one was busy. Qin Juran's career flourished. Ruan Nan, although not achieving academic stardom, showed strong social and teamwork skills. Their vlog, with the help of a professional team, won first prize in the competition.
Secretary Yan's opportunistic nature was on full display. He had previously been polite to Ruan Nan for Qin Juran's sake. Now, with Ruan Nan bringing international recognition to the university, he was genuinely eager to please her.
With no need for secrecy anymore, Qin Juran almost finished writing her graduation thesis, leaving her free to focus on the company next semester.
Two months passed quickly. Qin Juran handled media relations for several fashion shows. Thanks to her and Ruan Nan's image, and her previous purchase, a designer even gifted them two outfits after one of the events.
The outfits were in the same style as the one Qin Juran had bought before.
Remembering the night she wore that outfit, Qin Juran's face paled as Feng Qing presented the new clothes. She was about to refuse when she changed her mind, writing down an address in America. "Send these to Chairman Ruan.”
Feng Qing looked at her pointedly.
"Don't make me eat seafood tonight," Qin Juran said, her eyes narrowing.
Feng Qing reluctantly went to send the package.
A few days later, Qin Juran received a package marked "fragile," requiring her signature upon delivery.
A delivery truck full of flowers arrived at the entrance of Xinghui Tower, attracting the attention of Ju Nan's employees. If they hadn’t been slightly intimidated by their CEO, they would have started filming.
Qin Juran got out of Feng Qing's car. The deliveryman solemnly presented her with a beautifully wrapped box from the center of the floral arrangement. The luxurious packaging hinted at the value of its contents.
Amidst the stares and whispers, Qin Juran opened the box. Inside was a set of pure white, fluffy, bunny ear lingerie.
...
Having lost face in such a public display, President Qin wrote a strongly worded letter to her little wife, each elegant stroke expressing her disapproval, the final sentence, however, softening into a message of longing and a reminder to take care.
Ruan Nan, after a long day, sifted through a pile of junk mail and found the distinctive letter. She read it, a photo of her playing the drums tucked inside.
The photo was blurry, the lighting poor. Judging by the background, it was from the first time the real Qin Juran had seen her perform. Ruan Nan remembered that night, Qin Juran standing in the front row, their gazes meeting, Ruan Nan mistaking it for a challenge, her face a mask of defiance. Now, thinking back, the Qin Juran from that world must have found her amusing, even endearing.
Seriously. What are the odds?
Two months passed. Ruan Nan was halfway through her project, having made new friends and connections. She called Qin Juran, asking to stay for another month.
President Qin, having meticulously crossed off each day on the calendar, tore off the last page, only to hear Ruan Nan asking for another month. She gritted her teeth. "No.”
"Ju Ju, just one more month, and I’ll be done! Wait for me, don't be mad~," her little wife chirped before hanging up.
If it weren’t for the company, Qin Juran would have flown to America and dragged her back.
Qin Juran put down the phone, rubbing her forehead.
Another half a month passed. From summer break to the start of the new semester at S University, the anniversary of Qin Juran's arrival was approaching. She had told Ruan Nan she had arrived on the day she tore up the love letter, but hadn't specified the exact date, which Ruan Nan probably hadn't noticed.
8:00 PM, China. The office was almost empty. Qin Juran finished her last document and was about to get a bottle of wine for her video call with Ruan Nan, hoping to convince her little wife to come home, when Feng Qing burst through the door.
"President Qin! President Qin! Open the door!"
Qin Juran frowned, walking over and opening the door. Feng Qing practically bounced inside, pushing Qin Juran towards the window and turning off the lights.
The large office was plunged into darkness. Feng Qing pushed against Qin Juran’s back. Qin Juran was about to protest when Feng Qing pulled open the heavy curtains.
Xinghui Tower was located in the heart of S City. The CEO’s office, on the 18th floor, offered a panoramic view, the massive billboards outside clearly visible.
Since arriving in this world, Qin Juran had been struck by the sheer scale of its advertising. Every city was adorned with massive screens displaying all sorts of content.
The lights illuminated the night sky, a unique and romantic feature of this world.
And now, on three massive screens in S City, watched by countless pedestrians, their phones capturing the moment, Qin Juran saw her own face.
At the same time, a message arrived on her phone:
[One year since I met President Qin. So lucky.]
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