Zheng Wei understood Na Muzhong's intention; she was speaking deliberately for Sen Moli to hear. So he nodded and said indifferently, "Miss Sen stopped us in the hospital parking lot."
"I thought… you were going to see a doctor for your voice," Sen Moli knew Shen Xiaoyan couldn't speak.
"Alas, look at the boss now, he treats the madam as if she were a child. This clearly indicates the madam is pregnant. But, boss, is it appropriate to announce this publicly now? Isn't it said we should wait for the right month?" Na Muzhong was truly a novice in this regard, after all, she hadn't had children herself.
"It's three months today; there's nothing wrong with saying it now," Zheng Wei's eyes softened when he spoke of the child, a tenderness that couldn't be faked.
Sen Moli trembled all over. How could he have a child? Didn't he always say he disliked children?
"Didn't President Zheng say he disliked children before?" Sen Moli, surprised, blurted out what she was thinking.
After Sen Moli spoke, not only Na Muzhong but even Shen Xiaoyan turned to look at Zheng Wei.
"I did say that before, and the reason was simply that I hadn't found my wife," Zheng Wei admitted this point readily. He used to find children messy and bothersome, but now that he was going to have his own, just thinking about it made his heart melt.
"So Miss Sen and our boss are old acquaintances? I've never heard this before," Na Muzhong said, secretly winking at Shen Xiaoyan, signaling her to be vigilant.
Shen Xiaoyan saw Na Muzhong winking and subtly nodded. The two seemed to be exchanging secret signals.
"We met when I first returned to the country, and I even took her to a few banquets, but we haven't had much contact since then." To Na Muzhong's surprise, Zheng Wei admitted it so frankly?
"Then Miss Sen must have been the boss's companion back then?" Since Shen Xiaoyan couldn't speak, Na Muzhong felt she had to take on the responsibility and clarify the matter.
Hearing Zheng Wei mention the past, Sen Moli smiled shyly, "President Zheng had just returned to the country then, and I had also just debuted. If it weren't for his help back then, I might not have come this far."
"Oh, oh, oh, I understand. So she was a confidante," Na Muzhong exclaimed, ignoring the dagger-like glance from Zheng Wei. She then asked Sen Moli, "Miss Sen, are you here for a different dress, or would you like to try this one on as I suggested?"
"I'll try this one on," Sen Moli pointed to the dress in the picture.
As Na Muzhong turned away, she sneered inwardly. *Heh, I knew she'd be here. Staying here means she has time to interact with the boss!*
*Alas, the hearts of women! The boss's wife married the boss, and even without the boss actively seeking out trouble, there are so many entanglements. If I had truly believed Lu Taobao, I would have been a fool. I don't have time to deal with such drama; I'm much happier alone!*
Zheng Wei didn't respond to Sen Moli's words. Seeing his silence, Sen Moli took it as an implicit confirmation. This small matter made her mood much better than before.
Zheng Wei, not answering, focused his attention entirely on Shen Xiaoyan. Na Gu's chicken soup was delicious, but Shen Xiaoyan didn't want to eat the chicken. Seeing this, Zheng Wei ate it himself. Their relationship was very intimate. Sen Moli remembered Zheng Wei was a germaphobe, yet he didn't mind eating Shen Xiaoyan's leftovers, and he did so with apparent happiness.
"You eat very little. Have a few more bites of rice," Shen Xiaoyan didn't want to eat after finishing the soup. Zheng Wei, holding her, began to coax her. Shen Xiaoyan, with no other choice, obediently opened her mouth.
"Have another bite."
His tone was so gentle that Sen Moli had never heard it before.
Sen Moli watched them eat, almost in a daze. If Na Muzhong hadn't brought out the dress, she would have lost her composure again.
"I'll go try it on," Sen Moli took the dress herself and walked upstairs to the fitting room as if escaping.
Seeing her go upstairs, Na Muzhong leaned against the mirror and said confidently to Zheng Wei, "Boss, this woman has designs on you."
"Will you die if you don't talk?" Zheng Wei said with a look of disdain.
"It seems men are all so attractive to women," Na Muzhong sighed dramatically.
Zheng Wei quipped back venomously, "Five minutes of silence for Old Lu."
With this thought in mind, Na Muzhong clearly no longer trusted men. If Old Lu truly wanted to marry this woman, it would be akin to plucking stars from the sky.
Shen Xiaoyan also watched Zheng Wei curiously from the side. Perhaps a somewhat cool girl like Sen Moli had indeed been special to Zheng Wei back then. After all, one gets used to weak flowers; suddenly seeing such a decisive girl...
She didn't intend to relentlessly pursue him; that would be too dull and too tiring.
"Honestly, boss, after all these years, the fact that you brought her out as your companion shows you must have valued her greatly back then, right? Your taste is good; she's not only very popular domestically but also internationally." This was something Na Muzhong found peculiar. Since she graduated and applied to Zheng's company, she had never seen Zheng Wei take any other woman to banquets except Shen Xiaoyan; he always attended alone.
This contrast made it even clearer how special Zheng Wei must have considered Sen Moli back then.
Although Zheng Wei gritted his teeth, he didn't hide anything from Shen Xiaoyan. He said in a calm tone, "When I first returned to the country, she was debuting in a program sponsored by the group, so we had brief interactions. Her thinking was very unique, and she had studied abroad, so I intended to take her out a few times."
"And then? You clearly didn't have any contact afterward. When I joined the company, I never saw you take anyone else with you," Na Muzhong replied. She joined the company in Zheng Wei's second year back, so it could be inferred that his interactions with Sen Moli weren't that long.
"To be precise, aside from taking her out a few times, we had no further contact," Zheng Wei replied.
"Why?"
"Na Muzhong, haven't I told you I'm a very good judge of character?"
This was Zheng Wei's final comment on Sen Moli.
Na Muzhong exchanged a glance with Shen Xiaoyan. They both seemed to have some understanding. Sen Moli was just a newcomer then, so approaching the head of Zheng's Group must have had ulterior motives. Naturally, Na Muzhong admitted their boss was good-looking, but pleasing a handsome boss was far better than pleasing wealthy old men.
So... perhaps it involved some issues of interest later on?
"So, can I infer that the boss was perhaps used by her before?" Na Muzhong asked, taking a risk.
Zheng Wei sneered, "Do I seem that useless?"
"Well, that's how it is," Na Muzhong finally understood and then winked at Shen Xiaoyan.
Shen Xiaoyan smiled. She thought that Na Muzhong had been helping her uncover the truth the whole time. Shen Xiaoyan felt she should express her resolve.
So, she gave Na Muzhong a thumbs-up...
Zheng Wei watched the scene speechlessly and reached out to gently push Shen Xiaoyan's head back. "Eat obediently, and don't play with her too much."
As Sen Moli came downstairs, trailing her skirt, the first thing she heard was Zheng Wei's remark.
On the sofa, Zheng Wei was feeding Shen Xiaoyan again, his tone like he was admonishing a child not to play with bad kids.
"Wow."
The three of them didn't notice Sen Moli coming down the stairs at all, but a few junior assistants did and exclaimed in surprise.
Hearing the junior assistants' voices, the three looked back. The moment Na Muzhong saw Sen Moli, she turned to Shen Xiaoyan and said, "Your eye for people is truly sharp."
"Miss Sen, please take a look for yourself," Na Muzhong said, pointing to the mirror in front.
Sen Moli nodded, but her mind was somewhat elsewhere as she walked over. However, when she saw the person in the mirror, her eyes lit up. There were no mirrors upstairs, so this was the first time she had seen herself.
"There's a full-length mirror at the end of the corridor. You can go and see how it looks when you move; this dress has a great dynamic effect," Na Muzhong pointed to the corridor outside.
"Wait a moment," Shen Xiaoyan tapped Zheng Wei's arm from behind. Zheng Wei, with no choice, became his wife's little messenger.
"Madam Boss, is there something else?" Na Muzhong turned back.
Shen Xiaoyan stood up and took out a delicate belt from a drawer. The belt had Han elements, bright and exquisite. At first glance, it seemed a bit mismatched with the dress, but when Shen Xiaoyan personally tied the belt on Sen Moli, it became the finishing touch.
"For shoes and handbags, you can ask your team for advice. You can prepare them yourself, or use ours," Shen Xiaoyan wrote on a piece of paper for Sen Moli.
Sen Moli glanced at the note, her attention already captivated by the dress. Wearing it, she felt a surge of excitement. She was going to the music festival precisely to increase her visibility, and this dress was an excellent choice.
"My team should be here soon. We can discuss it together," Sen Moli nodded at Shen Xiaoyan.
Shen Xiaoyan put down the note and walked back to Zheng Wei.
While Sen Moli walked back and forth, observing her dress, Na Muzhong sat beside Shen Xiaoyan and whispered, "She's deliberately stalling. Her team could have arrived earlier. She's probably doing this to extend her contact time with the boss."
Shen Xiaoyan nodded; she agreed with this assessment.
Zheng Wei's deep eyes looked coldly at Na Muzhong. "Will you die if you don't talk?"
Na Muzhong smiled. "I haven't finished yet. As long as the boss doesn't look at her, there's no problem."
Zheng Wei gave her a look of disgust and then proceeded to eat the leftovers from Shen Xiaoyan's plate.
"Alas, although today was quite annoying, I feel the boss really surprised me today. The boss doesn't seem like someone who likes to explain things, but he explained in great detail today. I wonder if it's guilt or something else."
Zheng Wei was too lazy to respond to whatever she said. He took out his phone and sent a message to Lu Taobao: "Na Muzhong is causing trouble, come and pick her up."
Lu Taobao, who had just finished a meeting, saw this message as soon as he walked out. His face, which had turned dark from anger, instantly brightened.
As Sen Moli walked back from the corridor, holding her skirt, her gaze landed on Zheng Wei and the other two. She saw the three of them sitting on the sofa, talking about something. Although Zheng Wei was speaking, most of his attention was on Shen Xiaoyan. His long fingers held a box of cut fruit, and he was diligently feeding Shen Xiaoyan bite by bite.
"Miss Sen, are you satisfied with the dress?" Na Muzhong asked Sen Moli as she returned.
Sen Moli nodded, "I am very satisfied, but I still need to see my team's opinion."