Plunder-Chapter 209: We’re Going Home

There was a special reason why Zhou Jin’an came across this photo.

The award event for the film newcomers was sponsored by Nanchen.

Zhou Chucheng was only focused on the film production and paid little attention to these matters.

And Qiao En had just joined the company and hadn’t had the chance to learn about this background.

Zhou Jin’an stared at the photo, furrowing his brows for a long time.

His long fingers zoomed the photo in and out on his phone.

His wife had actually appeared at the award ceremony.

"Check which people received awards at this film festival?"

Zhou Jin’an ordered Cheng Lu to investigate.

Soon, he had the list in his hands.

"The Young Madam was accepting an award on behalf of a new director named Mike. I heard that the director just returned from abroad, it’s his first time competing this year, but his professional skills are quite impressive."

Cheng Lu added a few more remarks.

"Can you find out information about this Mike?"

Zhou Jin’an asked again.

He had a bloodhound-like nature, becoming tensed whenever anyone got close to Qiao En.

"There’s not much information about him online, but it’s certain that he is Chinese,"

Cheng Lu replied truthfully.

Zhou Jin’an threw the photo onto the table, his hands clasped behind his head, deep in thought.

Qiao En was not Mike.

Then who was this Mike?

What was his relationship with Qiao En now?

Had Mike also joined the same company where Qiao En had started working?

At that moment, he felt some regret. Last night, when Qiao En mentioned finding a job, he had forgotten to ask which company it was.

"Find out which company the Young Madam has joined."

Zhou Jin’an ordered again.

Cheng Lu went to carry out the order, but still hadn’t found the information by the end of the workday.

Zhou Chucheng had secured a green card in Canada, and although this media company’s office was located in Rong City, its registered location was in Canada.

Thus Cheng Lu, despite repeated attempts, failed to find which company Qiao En had joined.

At six o’clock in the evening, Zhou Jin’an returned to Chu Garden on time.

As he was freshly home in the entrance hall, Sister Rong peeked her head out from the kitchen.

"Young sir, you’re back? The dinner will be ready soon, rest for a while."

Auntie Jiang, who was helping with cooking, also poked her head out while holding a spatula, asking, "Didn’t Yayun come back with you?"

"She hasn’t returned yet?"

Zhou Jin’an was taking off his suit jacket when he paused.

"Not yet. Today was her first day at work; she wouldn’t be working overtime, would she?"

Auntie Jiang muttered to herself.

She handed the spatula to Sister Rong, "You continue cooking, I’ll give Yayun a call."

Saying this, she quickly left the kitchen.

She grabbed her cell phone and called Qiao En.

The phone rang for a long time without an answer.

Auntie Jiang hung up and redialed. This time, Qiao En answered.

"Mom, what’s up?"

At that moment, Qiao En was busy preparing for the meeting the next morning.

It was her first day on the job, and she was overwhelmed.

"Yayun, when will you be off work? Dinner’s almost ready, Zhou’s back too, we’re just missing you."

Qiao En glanced at the time.

It was almost six thirty, but she had only completed less than a third of her tasks.

"You all eat first, don’t wait for me, I have to work late."

"Working late? It’s your first day and they’re making you work overtime?"

Auntie Jiang asked perplexedly.

Qiao En had no time to explain, "Mom, I’ll talk about it when I get back. I still have urgent work to do, I need to get busy."

With those words, she immediately hung up the call.

Back in the living room, Zhou Jin’an was still waiting for news.

"Yayun said she’s working late and to start without her."

Zhou Jin’an exhaled a defeated sigh; without Qiao En home, he had no appetite.

He threw his tie on the sofa and walked toward the study.

"You guys start. I’ll get some work done in the study. Call me when she gets back."

Zhou Jin’an quickly entered the study and locked the door behind him.

In the kitchen, Sister Rong was still busy.

"Stop cooking, they are both not eating."

Auntie Jiang said lazily.

Sister Rong looked puzzled, "Why? Did they have a fight? The young mistress is working late and didn’t come home, why is the young master also working in the study and not eating?"

"Zhou Jin’an seems to be waiting for Yayun, well, I’m not hungry either, let’s wait for Yayun to come back before we talk about dinner,"

Auntie Jiang said, and then she went to the balcony.

But this wait lasted until nine o’clock at night.

In the study, Zhou Jin’an had just finished two video conferences.

By the time he finished his work and checked the time, it was nearly nine-thirty.

But Qiao En had yet to return.

He could hardly contain himself any longer and dialed Qiao En’s number directly.

"En’en, where are you? Why haven’t you left work yet?"

Qiao En, busy and flustered, held the phone in one hand while rubbing her sore neck with the other.

"Still at the office. There’s a meeting tomorrow morning, and a lot needs to be prepared."

"When will you get off work?"

Zhou Jin’an felt very distressed.

Qiao En was like a female version of him, the type who worked relentlessly.

Glancing at the clock, Qiao En replied, "Probably another two hours."

Two hours later, it would be eleven o’clock.

"Have you had dinner?"

Zhou Jin’an stood up and walked out of the study, spontaneously deciding to bring Qiao En some food.

"Not yet, I’ve been too busy to remember to eat."

"Send me your location, I’ll bring you some food."

As Zhou Jin’an spoke, he was already instructing Sister Rong to pack some food.

Despite her dizzy mind from the workload, Qiao En remembered she was now the assistant to Zhou Chucheng.

"No need, I’ll eat when I get back after finishing."

"Listen to me, health is essential for work. How can you work without eating? I’ve finished my work here, so I’ll bring you something to eat and wait for you to come home."

His considerate nature made Qiao En feel exceptionally warm.

"No need, just rest well at home, I’ll take a cab back after I’m done."

Qiao En refused.

Zhou Jin’an wanted to say more, but Qiao En didn’t give him the chance.

"No more talking, I still have work to do, I’ll call you when I’m done."

With that, she hung up the phone.

"Young master, the food is packed,"

Sister Rong handed the insulated food container to Zhou Jin’an.

He took it, quickly stepping out.

Qiao En had refused to share her location, and Zhou Jin’an felt something was amiss.

But her not sharing her location didn’t mean Zhou Jin’an couldn’t find her.

Ever since the last incident, he had secretly enabled location tracking on her phone.

At that moment, her location was at Hongxing Building.

Zhou Jin’an drove there and soon arrived at the Hongxing Building.

The building was imposing, and Zhou Jin’an stood puzzled at the lobby elevator, not knowing which floor to press.

He sent Qiao En another message.

"Which floor are you on in Hongxing?"

However, after sending the message, it was like casting stones into the sea.

He waited for a long while and received no reply, so he entered the elevator and began searching floor by floor.

By the time he reached the seventeenth floor and mentioned Xu Yayun’s name, someone finally nodded at him.

"Ms. Xu is particularly busy today, please wait a moment, I’ll go call her for you now."

Zhou Jin’an didn’t sit down; instead, he stood at the door with the insulated container.

The two young women at the reception desk kept glancing at him with their eyes.

He was strikingly handsome, tall, and elegant, exuding the refined aloofness of a successful man.

Yet the more he appeared so, the more mysterious he seemed.

"Ms. Xu, someone is looking for you,"

The front desk staff knocked on Qiao En’s office door while she was busy adjusting tomorrow’s presentation slides on her computer.

"Let him wait, I’m busy," Qiao En said without even looking up.

The staff hastily left the office.

"Sir, please wait here for a while, Ms. Xu is extremely busy right now,"

Unable to proceed, Zhou Jin’an had no choice but to wait in the visitor’s sofa area.

But this wait lasted until midnight.

Finally, after arranging all her preparation work, Qiao En, exhausted, walked out.

But as soon as she reached the lobby, she bumped into Zhou Jin’an.

"Why did you come?"

Qiao En was both pleasantly surprised and astonished.

Zhou Jin’an stood up, quickly walked towards Qiao En, took her hand without saying a word, and led her toward the elevator.

"Let’s go home."