Translated by newbienoona

Edited and proofread by anks

“You are my wife, my stuff is your stuff . I am dedicated to you . Of course, you can take the special elevator . ” He pinches An Chuxia’s nose . Of course, when he does it, the elevator stops and the doors open to the employees .

After the employees witness the scene, they are dumbfounded .

An Chuxia turns her head hurriedly . His eyes secretly smile as he glances . When An Chuxia realizes the elevator doors are about to close, she immediately steps forward to press the “Door Open” b.u.t.ton . She smiles to the people on the other side of the door .

With a friendly smile, she says, “Come in! It’s empty . ”

The people panic, but immediately calm down . They take a step back and look at her in amazement .

An Chuxia is confused .  Why won’t they come in? She touches her face .  Is there something terrible on her face? She doesn’t think so… . .

An Chuxia is confused .  Why won’t they come in? She touches her face .  Is there something terrible on her face? She doesn’t think so… . .

“Close the door . ” Han Qilu is much calmer than An Chuxia . In his heart, An Chuxia is an idiot . He IS the boss, standing in the elevator . What employee isn’t scared of death?

The elevator doors close again . This time, she doesn’t press the “Door Open” b.u.t.ton . Maybe they want to go up . But why are they paying attention to her? Standing in the lift makes her feel awkward .

The elevator stops several times, and as the doors open, the employees stare at them in horror . No one dared step into the elevator . Some of them scream and faint .

“How can I die?” An Chuxia looks at Han Qilu . “Do you abuse your employees often? They seem to be afraid of you . ”

Han Qilu doesn’t speak . Finally, the elevator doors open to the first floor .

Han Qilu doesn’t speak . Finally, the elevator doors open to the first floor .

Ding . Someone with a stack of papers in his hands accidentally drops the pile with a thud when he sees An Chuxia and Han Qilu standing side-by-side in the regular elevator .

“President!” the receptionist squeals in surprise . Her sight drops to An Chuxia by his side .

She smiles in her heart when she sees the receptionist’s miserable expression . She turns and smiles at Han Qilu and rests her hand on his shoulder . “You don’t need to see me off . I can return by myself . ”

Han Qilu freezes, and out of his periphery, he sees An Chuxia eye the receptionist . Looking at the horror at the receptionist’s face, he a.s.sumes something happened between An Chuxia and the receptionist prior to her arrival to his office . He reaches out and hugs her around her slender shoulders . His smile spreads on his lips . “Be careful . I’ll have my people send you home . ”

“Okay,” she replies . “Go back to work . ”

He takes the opportunity to lean over and drop a soft kiss on her lips . He whispers soft enough for only An Chuxia to hear . “Do you need me to fire her?”

“Okay,” she replies . “Go back to work . ”

He takes the opportunity to lean over and drop a soft kiss on her lips . He whispers soft enough for only An Chuxia to hear . “Do you need me to fire her?”

An Chuxia can tell Han Qilu was able to read her expression regarding the receptionist . She admires his IQ in these matters . She shakes her head again . “No . ”

She takes a step forward, and away from Han Qilu . “I’m leaving . ”

As he watches her leave the hall, his indifference is restored .

He walks straight to the front desk where the receptionist completely starts breaking into cold sweat . “Next time, address her as the president’s wife . ”