Secretly Married to the Ice-Cold CEO-Chapter 445: Concealment

An Junxi went to the company with Gu Yikun. On the surface, she was supposed to be his assistant, but in reality, Gu Yikun didn’t let her do anything.

Secretary Wang was afraid the boss’s wife would take her job, so she rushed to complete everything with super efficiency, leaving An Junxi no chance to do anything.

An Junxi wanted to give Secretary Wang some suggestions, but Secretary Wang said, "My dear president’s wife, I beg you, if you compete for my job, I’ll surely get fired. I have two kids to raise, and my husband is quite a spender. We only have a little pension for the two elderly at home..."

An Junxi felt like she had committed some heinous crime. She stepped back, saying, "Alright, alright, I won’t take your job. Today, I’ll just be responsible for serving tea to Mr. Gu, okay?"

Secretary Wang was very grateful, "Thank you for your understanding, Madam President."

She went out cheerfully to continue her work.

An Junxi was baffled, waiting for Gu Yikun to return from the meeting. She asked, "Do you usually treat Secretary Wang very strictly? She seemed scared."

Gu Yikun replied, "I treat everyone strictly, except Assistant An."

An Junxi felt flattered, "Is it because I’m free labor?"

Gu Yikun pinched her cheek, "Because I love you, silly."

An Junxi playfully acted out, "No way, President Gu, what if I don’t like workplace romance?"

She had heard directors discussing scenes often at Wanling Entertainment. Suddenly, when she pretended to be a delicate woman, she did it quite well. Her voice was sweet, her eyes watery and enticing, like a captivating little bunny.

Gu Yikun narrowed his almond-shaped phoenix eyes, extended his arm to pull her into his embrace, held the back of her head with his palm, and kissed her fiercely on her red lips.

An Junxi had no idea what triggered his sudden passion. His kiss was always skillful, soon making her thoughts chaotic. Her slender arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders.

She knew he would hold her, but she was really out of strength, afraid she might fall to the ground. She thought, was it a sign of weakness that one kiss could affect her so much?

Her response made Gu Yikun more fervent. He held her tightly, seemingly wanting to merge her into his body. An Junxi gasped, "It hurts..."

He was too forceful, and her frail frame was nearly breaking.

Gu Yikun released his grip. An Junxi slumped in his arms, panting. Gu Yikun saw red marks all over her arms and said remorsefully, "I didn’t control myself well."

He slowly massaged her with his palm. An Junxi protested, "If people see this, they’ll think you hit me."

Gu Yikun awkwardly said, "How could I hit my wife? What kind of man would that make me?"

An Junxi worried her husband might do something bad again, sat on the sofa seriously looking at the hotel report, "I need to study, go work."

She was learning to manage the hotel. She had to manage the castle under her name well to help reduce her husband’s burden.

Gu Yikun asked, "Does it still hurt?" Her skin was fair, and the red marks on her arms hadn’t faded.

An Junxi said, "I’m not a porcelain doll, not that delicate."

Gu Yikun played with her long hair and said, "In my eyes, you are a treasure to be carefully protected."

An Junxi felt Gu Yikun was overly cautious. She would never know the depth of his guilt and self-reproach.

Since giving birth to their daughter, her physical condition had deteriorated. She got tired easily and often fell ill. He remembered what the doctor said: due to poor postnatal recovery, her health was worse than before. Although she continuously nourished herself, her foundation remained weak, and she was presently unsuitable for pregnancy.

He was meticulously considerate of her in every aspect, no matter how impulsive he was with her, he wouldn’t dare get her pregnant.

An Junxi didn’t know how much Gu Yikun thought about these matters. She urged him to go to work, "I’ll ask you if I don’t understand something."

Gu Yikun didn’t want her to get tired, "Rest when you’re tired. Leave the money-making to your husband."

"Of course not, I must contribute too!"

"Ai Xi’s mom, you’ve already made the biggest contribution by giving me a lovely daughter and teaching both kids well."

An Junxi felt a bit flattered, "Being President Gu’s wife, I must set high standards for myself!"

"That’s the An Junxi I know."

Gu Yikun returned to his desk. An Junxi seriously reviewed the report, occasionally flipping open books. The theories in the books were truly complex.

The office quieted down. Gu Yikun went to a subsidiary company. An Junxi was so absorbed in the books she didn’t follow him, "I’ll wait for you here."

Shortly after Gu Yikun left, An Junxi’s phone screen lit up.

She thought it was a message from her husband, but when she glanced at it, she saw it was from You Ran.

Since being discharged from the hospital, You Ran had vanished. An Junxi didn’t know where he went and dared not look for him, fearing her husband’s anger.

Now why was he reaching out to her? Was he encountering difficulties?

With the office empty and only herself there, An Junxi anxiously used a book to cover her phone. She opened the message and read it word for word.

You Ran said he needed money without giving a reason, only providing a bank account number.

An Junxi tossed the phone aside, thinking this kind of scam was too outdated and dull.

She resumed reading her book. After about half an hour, her phone rang.

It was You Ran’s number.

An Junxi answered, and You Ran said, "Jun Xi, I need to borrow some money."

"How much and for what?" It was really him needing money. You Ran used to despise mentioning the word "money," yet now he couldn’t escape its stench.

You Ran said, "I got into a legal dispute. Don’t worry; I’ll surely repay the borrowed money."

Repayment wasn’t the issue. An Junxi wanted to know the reason, "What happened?"

"Recently, someone kept stalking me. I found out and beat them up. Now, they’re suing me for personal injury. I was planning to leave the country but am now restricted from leaving. I want to settle quickly by paying some money. Is it your husband’s doing?"

You Ran had offended Gu Yikun domestically, many disliked him but wouldn’t go as far as tracking him down. He suspected Gu Yikun was behind it.

An Junxi defended her husband, "If my husband really sent someone to follow you, you certainly wouldn’t have noticed. Even if you did, you couldn’t beat them. His men wouldn’t be at such a poor level."

Gu Yikun’s subordinates were like special forces material, incomparable to those lower-tiered ones.

You Ran was taken aback, "An Junxi, I called you to ask for help, not to give you a chance to berate me."

An Junxi awkwardly laughed, "I’m just analyzing for you. How much do you need? I’ll transfer it. When your new work is out, just a minor profit would pay off the debt."

You Ran was an outstanding photographer, currently in a slump, but he would recover his former glory quickly.

An Junxi was happy to help him, considering his plight was mainly caused by Yikun. She felt greatly responsible.

You Ran mentioned an amount, and An Junxi agreed without hesitation, "Don’t let anyone know about this money. I fear Yikun might overthink it."