Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 50 I'm inviting you to come and watch a show.

A few days later.

Ning Yao's injuries were not serious to begin with, and with the nourishment of the spiritual spring, she recovered quickly.

She was applying a makeup mask when an unfamiliar phone number called, the location showing it was from the capital city.

"Hello, who is this?" Ning Yao had a face mask on, so her voice wasn't very clear and sounded a bit muffled and blank.

There was no response on the other end of the phone. After a while, Ning Yao thought it was a boring harassment call and was about to hang up when she heard Wen Tingye's deep, magnetic voice. He sounded a little unhappy.

"You didn't save my phone number?"

Realizing that the call was from Wen Ting, Ning Yao jumped up from the bed, pulled off her face mask to reveal her fair and delicate face. She took a breath and calmed herself before replying.

"Mr. Wen? Is there something you need?" She always contacted Wen Tingye's assistant, so it was normal that she didn't have Wen Tingye's number.

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?" Wen Tingye's words had barely left his mouth when the assistant who was organizing the files next to him lost his focus and got his hand caught in the clip of the folder, letting out a howl and looking quite embarrassed.

Did he hear that right? President Wen would actually say such slutty things?

Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?

Did Premier Wen really say this?

That's President Wen, who always talks about business, is concise and to the point, and never utters a word of nonsense!

Wen Tingye gave his assistant an unpleasant look, and the assistant immediately became extremely focused on organizing the documents, fearing that Wen Tingye would fire him.

Ning Yao on the other end of the phone had almost the same expression as her assistant. She stood there stunned for a long time before she came to her senses. After realizing what Wen Tingye had said, she let out a series of strange, dry laughs.

"Come to my company at 10 a.m., I have something to discuss with you."

"Isn't 10 o'clock a bit too early? I still..."

Before Ning Yao could finish speaking, the other party had already hung up the phone decisively, giving her no chance to refuse.

Ning Yao glanced at the time, gritted her teeth and cursed Wen Tingye as a dog of a man, then quickened her pace.

Her makeup routine before going out is much more complicated than other women's. She has to clean and disinfect the human skin mask, apply makeup, and also take good care of her original skin.

After hurriedly finishing her makeup, Ning Yao had her family driver take her to the Wen's Group building.

Ning Yao walked into the lobby, spotted the elevator, and was about to go in when she was stopped by the receptionist.

"Excuse me, miss, we require reservations to enter. Could you please show me your reservation confirmation message?"

“I didn’t make an appointment, but your CEO Wen called me this morning and told me to come over at ten o’clock.” Ning Yao remembered that Wen Tingye only told her to come over at ten o’clock that morning, but didn’t mention the appointment text message.

When the unassuming Ning Yao said this, the administrative receptionist almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Mr. Wen called her personally? What gives her that kind of influence?

"Miss, you've taken this joke too far. I advise you to stop fooling around and blocking the way, and just leave."

Ning Yao could easily tell that the administrative receptionist looked down on her, probably thinking that she was trying to climb the social ladder by associating with Wen Tingye.

After thinking for a moment, she took out her phone and sent a text message to Wen Tingye's assistant, briefly explaining her situation.

The other party replied quickly, saying that he would come downstairs to pick her up immediately, which would take about ten minutes.

After receiving a reply from her assistant, Ning Yao smiled and asked the receptionist, "Excuse me, where is the lounge?"

She can't just stand in the lobby and wait like that, can she?

To everyone's surprise, the receptionist rolled her eyes at Ning Yao and then ignored her, going about her own work as if Ning Yao were invisible.

Helpless, Ning Yao could only stand downstairs with her arms crossed and wait.

At this moment, a colleague from the administrative reception desk came over, and the two started talking to each other almost in front of Ning Yao.

"Who is this? What are they doing standing in our building lobby?"

"A crazy woman insists that President Wen personally called her and invited her over, but she didn't even have an appointment text message."

"My God, these prostitutes these days will say such shameless things just to pick up men!"

"You bet she is. She also said that someone would come to pick her up later. I think there's probably something wrong with her here, she's not quite normal."

The receptionist raised her hand, pointed to her head with a pout, and the sarcasm in her words was self-evident.

Just as she was talking to her colleague, Wen Tingye's personal assistant rushed out, sweating profusely. He quickly found Ning Yao in the lobby and hurriedly went up to apologize.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ning, Mr. Wen never invites anyone to the company for private meetings, so I didn't think to send a reservation text message. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!"

After saying that, the assistant turned around and glared at the receptionist, scolding her sternly: "You blind fool, who gave you the audacity to neglect the guest personally invited by President Wen!"

Ning Yao waved her hand, indicating to her assistant not to be nervous. She didn't take it to heart. Then she gave the executive receptionist, who was frozen in place, a meaningful look, and turned to follow her assistant in a generous manner towards the president's private elevator.

Her colleague stared wide-eyed. She patted the receptionist on the shoulder and said with a hint of sympathy, "You're really in for a world of trouble this time. Did you see that? She used President Wen's private elevator. Even the big bosses who cooperate with the company have never used that elevator. I bet she's President Wen's fiancée. Isn't it said that President Wen has a very mysterious fiancée?"

The receptionist looked pale and slumped into the swivel chair behind her.

Oh no, she's probably going to lose her job this time!

Inside the elevator, the assistant was still apologizing to Ning Yao, his attitude extremely sincere, and he made a solemn promise.

"I heard everything the receptionist said. I will definitely punish her severely later and give you an explanation!"

"It's alright, she was just doing her job and didn't do anything wrong."

Ning Yao didn't take it to heart at all. She had heard things a hundred times worse than what the receptionist said, so what did those matter?

Only useless people would argue over such trivial matters. If she were to argue with her, wouldn't she be lowering her own status?

The assistant nodded in agreement, but inwardly thought more highly of Ning Yao.

No wonder she's the woman President Wen has his eye on; she has such poise. Thinking back to the last time Lian Jiaorui came over, how arrogant she was. The secretary had only accidentally spilled some coffee, and Lian Jiaorui was already trying to fire her.

The elevator went directly to Wen Tingye's office. After Ning Yao got out of the elevator, her assistant tactfully left, leaving the two of them alone.

Wen Tingye's office is decorated in an Italian style, with simple and elegant chandeliers. The walls and curtains are all in cool colors, which is both serious and comfortable. The most distinctive feature is the spiral bookshelf in the cubicle, which is recessed two meters deep into the floor. In the center of the open space is a black, irregularly shaped tatami mat, which is very artistic.

Wen Tingye, dressed in a well-tailored haute couture blue-black suit, sat upright at his desk, his dark, intelligent eyes fixed on her.

"I'm here. What can I do for you, Mr. Wen?" Ning Yao felt uncomfortable under Wen Tingye's gaze. Seeing that he didn't reply, she frowned and continued, "Mr. Wen, I'm very busy. You're not just making fun of me, are you?"

"I invited you here so you could watch a show."