Don't think of me

47.
As soon as Wen Chengshu entered the company, the secretary waiting in the lobby greeted him: "President Wen, the brand manager and the director of the publicity department are already waiting for you in the meeting room."
“Hmm.” Wen Chengshu didn't stop his pace, walking straight into the private elevator, while the secretary took another elevator to go upstairs.
The lights in the conference room dimmed, and a video clip of a black bear being suspended in a cage began to play silently on the projection screen. The cruel way of taming the animal made everyone in the room furrow their brows, while at the same time, they all had the same question in their minds, wondering about Wen Chengshu's intentions. It wasn't until the video ended and the following clip started playing, which had quickly spread and sparked heated discussions among mainstream media and netizens, showing the large-scale performance art at a university, that everyone finally understood.
When the bear-headed man appears in the frame, Wen Chengshu slightly frowns and softly says, "That's enough."
The secretary promptly shuts off the video. The lights in the meeting room suddenly brighten, revealing the slightly complex expressions on everyone's faces. The director of the public relations department exchanges a glance with Yu Yan opposite him, and tentatively asks, "President Wen, are you suggesting that we counteract the negative impact on our new product models with a theme of animal protection?"
Yu Yan smiled and said, "It's about building a positive image."
Wen Chengshu glanced at him, his expression darkened as he arranged, "Combine the promotion of the new product with public welfare. The publicity department is responsible for editing soft articles and pushing them to the brand's official platform. Coordinate the time with the brand, and the new series will be fully launched this week."
The manager of the publicity department recorded the key points of the work in the logbook and responded crisply, "Okay, General Wen."
"Also, on the day of the new product launch, donate 8 million RMB to the Animal Protection Association in the name of the brand," Wen Chengshu looked up at the head of the finance department and continued, "and donate 2 million in the name of the model's personal name..."
Not finishing her words, the head of the finance department and Yu Yan beside her were both stunned.
"I can understand donating to establish a brand image, but what does it mean to donate in the name of a model?"
After all, the donation has to go through the company's accounts. The head of the finance department hesitated slightly, not sure whether to inquire about it.
Wen Chengshu seemed to think of something, frowned slightly, paused for a moment, and said, "He will donate forty-nine thousand and eight thousand yuan in his own name, and it will come from my personal account."
"Okay, Mr. Wen." The financial supervisor breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't understand his intentions, he still responded.
After the meeting, Yu Yan didn't hurry to leave. She waited until everyone in the meeting room had left, then leaned against the conference table with arms crossed, looking at him with interest: "You didn't even inform me, just donated the model fee, did she agree? ... Oh, right, it was deducted from your personal account—tsk tsk."
Wen Chengshu relaxed his body and leaned back in the chair, meeting his teasing gaze with a playful look, pretending not to understand his underlying meaning: "Do you have anything else?"
"Just a little thing." Yu Yan's eyes carried a mocking smile as he raised his hand to point to the side of his own neck, "It's quite noticeable, boss. Youth is a wonderful thing, full of passion."
After speaking, he quickly slipped out of the icy gaze.
After finishing a task, Wen Chengshu habitually took out his phone to take a look. Today, the phone was empty, the child was probably still in a bad mood, and surprisingly, there were no messages in the entire morning.
He naturally knew what the children were making a fuss about and what they wanted.
Xing Ye was the only deviation from his predetermined course, stemming from his loss of control.
Xing Ye was too young, passionate, sincere, and impulsive.
Wen Chengshu is involuntarily attracted to him, and he also understands that he is not a good match for him. He knows that he cannot give the time and energy that a twenty-something child needs, and the huge difference in personality and pace of life will slowly wear down the child's enthusiasm.
And he has long passed the age of prioritizing love. At the time when he needed and longed for affection the most, he was forced to choose his career. And when he could have had a love life, he had already gotten used to prioritizing his career.
— Besides, he is not sure if his liking for Xing Ye is love or not.
Wen Chengshu put away his phone, got up from the chair, left the meeting room, and walked towards his own office.
After getting into the elevator, he looked at his neck in the reflection of the mirrored elevator wall. There were traces of last night's intimacy near the collar, and the brief image from last night flashed through his mind. He pursed his lips, wanting to comfort the child, but quickly suppressed the feeling. He rubbed his temples and left the elevator.
The child couldn't hold his breath and sent the message before noon.
[Wild Xiaoye]: [Shared single: "Don't You Remember Me"]
Wen Chengshu saw the song he shared out of the blue, hesitated for a moment, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his eyes. He put down the half-read document and sent a voice message to Xing Ye.
Almost as soon as the call was connected, the child answered, but his voice still sounded sulky, asking, "What do you want?"
Listening to his feigned indifference, Wen Chengshu felt like laughing, leaning back in his chair and asking, "Have you eaten?"
“I'm eating.” Xing Ye couldn't maintain his indifference once he was asked like this, and his voice softened, with a hint of coquettishness in the lingering tone, "Have you eaten? What did you eat?"
"Not yet," Wen Chengshu said. "I haven't finished yet, we'll eat later."
"Ah... Why are you so busy until this late?" Xing Ye felt a little sorry and said, "Well, you go and busy first, hurry up and finish your work and go eat, I won't bother you."
“It's okay.” Wen Chengshu listened to his anxious tone and could almost imagine how careful he was in front of him. His voice softened, "Don't worry about bothering me. If I'm busy, I won't reply to you."
Originally intended to coax him, but unexpectedly had the opposite effect, the voice on the other end clearly lowered: "... You are so cold."
From childhood to adulthood, Wen Yinan has never had to worry about Wen Chengshu. He rarely has the need to coax anyone, and for a moment he was speechless.
Fortunately, the kid opposite me recovered quickly and became lively again: "Bro, I'm so mad. Let me tell you, someone took photos of me at school today. It's insane. It made me feel so uncomfortable that I didn't dare to go to the cafeteria for lunch..."
Wen Chengshu paused and asked, "So what did you have for lunch?"
"Sour and spicy rice noodles. The guy from the next dorm brought it for me. I gave him a photo of me as payment for the favor," Xing Ye laughed. "I never thought I would one day be able to survive by selling my looks."
Wen Chengshu felt uncomfortable hearing this, thinking that Xing Ye must be having a hard time at school today after such a big incident. But he didn't expose Xing Ye's words, only agreeing with: "Hmm, it's not good for your health to eat too much of those things."
There was a moment of silence from the other side when he heard the sound. Wen Chengshu realized that he had instinctively treated him like a child. He didn't want Xing Ye to feel restrained, and was about to say something to make up for it, when Xing Ye chuckled softly and said, "Brother, you really seem like my dad."
“……”温承书无奈地撑着额角，玩笑道，“怎么，嫌我烦了？”
“哪有！”邢野很快反驳，接着又放低了声音，像是怕别人听到似的，小声说，“我喜欢你管我，我想听你的话。”
Wen Chengshu smiled and the office door was knocked on. He had to say to Xing Ye, "Okay, baby, let's eat. I'm working."
"Okay, bye."
"Hmm." Wen Chengshu hung up the phone, took some time to converge his somewhat excessive smile, and looked up seriously, saying, "Come in."