Qiao Chengxun's icy eyes flashed with an imperceptible tenderness as he stepped out of the elevator and into the company.
In an instant, dozens of pairs of eyes in the company swept over in unison.
There were hushed whispers.
"Am I seeing things? Did Mr. Qiao just bring a woman into the company?"
"That woman doesn't seem to be Miss Feng Wu, who is she?"
"Oh my... Mr. Qiao looks so handsome like this!"
"I'm so envious of the woman in his arms, I want to be princess carried by someone as handsome as that..."
...
Qiao Chengxun walked to the door of his office, turned the handle, and went inside.
Inside the office there was a private resting room. When he was extremely busy, he would spend the night in this resting room, but since getting married, he hadn't encountered a particularly busy period.
After entering the resting room, he gently placed Wen Meimei onto the clean, neatly made soft bed and covered her with a blanket.