My CEO Wife

2. Identity Transformation

"Yes, My name is Qin Yu!"

Qin Yu's voice was strong and clear.

"Then it's you!"

As for the name "Qin Yu," it didn't trouble her too much.

The world was vast, and there were plenty of people with the same name.

"Su Meng, prepare a desk for him outside, and notify the HR department to adjust Qin Yu's salary and benefits according to an S-level employee!"

After retracting her gaze from Qin Yu, Yan Mingyu instructed her secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Yan!"

The beautiful secretary, dressed in black stockings and a form-fitting skirt, respectfully spoke before escorting a group of security guards out of the office.

"Qin Yu, please wait!"

The secretary kept Qin Yu behind, pointing to the spacious assistant's office and asking, "Do you have any preferences for the position?"

"No."

Qin Yu shook his head.

"Then take this spot, it's directly across from Mr. Yan's office, so whenever she steps out, you can see her immediately!"

The secretary, with graceful poise, extended her pale, delicate hand. "My name is Su Meng. From now on, we'll be partners!"

She was responsible for assisting Yan Mingyu with work, while Qin Yu would ensure her safety.

"Mm."

Qin Yu gently shook her hand before turning and heading downstairs to the security department.

"Yo, Qin Yu, you really got picked?"

Chen Bin, having heard the news, nearly had his eyes pop out.

S-level treatment! A double salary, year-end bonuses and allowances, and the chance to follow a beautiful boss every day, living luxuriously—it sounded too good to be true!

"Too bad, even if I die, I won't kneel to a woman!"

Chen Bin was both envious and jealous. He could only find psychological balance by mocking Qin Yu.

"Then don't kneel behind your wife tonight! If you die, your family will be left without heirs!"

Qin Yu looked at Chen Bin, speaking seriously.

"Hahaha!"

The other security guards, catching the joke, burst into laughter.

"You!"

Chen Bin's face flushed with anger, but Qin Yu paid him no more attention. He walked into the supervisor's office to complete his handover procedures.

Not long after, Qin Yu arrived at the assistant's office upstairs. There was a cup of coffee on the desk, perfectly warm.

"Once you finish your coffee, we'll head out. Mr. Yan has to inspect a project on-site."

Su Meng, sitting across from him, had a sweet smile on her fair face.

"Mm. Thanks for making the coffee!"

Qin Yu returned the smile.

A few minutes later, Yan Mingyu stepped out of her office, wearing a woolen coat with a belt cinched at the waist. Her long, jet-black hair was elegantly pinned up, revealing a snow-white, slender neck like a swan.

She looked composed and elegant, radiating a goddess-like aura.

"Let's go!"

Su Meng gave Qin Yu a look, and both of them immediately stood up, following Yan Mingyu into the elevator.

On the way there, Qin Yu drove smoothly and steadily, occasionally checking the mirrors to observe his surroundings and rearview, ensuring the safety of his charge.

He was fully alert, eyes sharp, as though he could hear and see everything, always ready to react.

Yan Mingyu's wealth wasn't the only thing that made her a target—her looks alone could attract unwanted attention.

On his first day protecting his boss, Qin Yu couldn't afford to make any mistakes.

Upon reaching the construction site, Qin Yu didn't immediately open the car door for Yan Mingyu. Instead, he quickly got out, surveyed the area, and after confirming it was safe, jogged over to open the rear door. "Mr. Yan, please!"

His eyes, however, never stopped scanning the surroundings, maintaining high alert.

Inside the construction site, Yan Mingyu engaged with the site manager on project-related matters. Every sentence she spoke was precise and professional, reflecting her expertise.

Su Meng quickly jotted down notes with a pen and notebook.

Qin Yu stood two meters behind Yan Mingyu, his body tense like a coiled leopard, ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of danger.

An hour later, the inspection concluded.

The site manager escorted Yan Mingyu out and, before she got into the car, shot Qin Yu a glance and flattered her, saying, "Mr. Yan, your judgment is impeccable. You've chosen a highly professional bodyguard!"

On the return trip, Yan Mingyu's personal phone rang—it was her grandfather calling.

"Grandfather!"

Yan Mingyu's voice softened, a far cry from her icy demeanor at the company.

"Minyu, you've been abroad for a whole year without even contacting your husband. What do you think people will say? Our Yan family might not be an ancient family, but once our children marry, divorce is not an option.

Look, if you have time tonight, bring your husband home and have dinner with me!"

An elderly, yet somewhat authoritative voice came through the phone.

Yan Mingyu fell silent for a few seconds before reluctantly replying, "Alright."

"I'll send you his address. By the way, when you see him, remember to be a little gentler. You're a woman, don't act like some frozen, hard bone from a freezer. Men don't like that! Also, wear something nice—dress in a way that shows you're a woman!"

Her grandfather's voice was full of concern as he gave a few final instructions before hanging up.

Yan Mingyu put down the phone, feeling a little flustered.

How had she ended up with such a grandfather? First, he forced her to marry a delivery guy, and now he was giving her advice on how to please him.

Could it be that he was the true grandson, and she was just picked up off the street?

"Su Meng, what should I wear to meet a man to look more... feminine?"

Yan Mingyu bit her lip, asking her secretary, as she had no experience in relationships whatsoever.

"A man? That depends on what kind of relationship you have with him."

Su Meng adjusted her black-framed glasses.

"My husband!"

Yan Mingyu's tone was a little awkward.

In this world, how could there be a couple like this, where she didn't even remember what her husband looked like?

"Well, it's still pretty cold. A sweater with a cashmere skirt, and you should definitely wear stockings. With your long legs, Miss Yan, you'll look even more feminine in them!"

Su Meng glanced at Yan Mingyu's long, elegant legs and offered her suggestion.

"Alright then."

Yan Mingyu nodded lightly.

Then, she turned to look at Qin Yu, who was concentrating on driving. "You'll have to work overtime tonight and drive me to meet my... husband!"

She hadn't driven in almost a year, and the evening rush hour was approaching. So, she figured it would be best to let her personal driver accompany her.