[BL] I Picked up a Husband While Trying To Become An Author

Story 2.3 Work

Ming Yu was now heading to the company to hold the meeting with the Feng Company representative. This was the first time he officially stepped inside it since Jang Xin works at home and underwent an online interview when they were hiring.

"Are you feeling nervous?" Wei Yan asked while parking the car.

"No. why?"

Wei Yan glanced at him through the car mirror then laughed. "Forget it. it's nothing."

He went out of the car and took the wheelchair from the trunk and set it. He then lowered his head and carried Jang Xin in his arms. The light weight surprised him a bit before setting him down his seat.

"Xiaoxin, you should eat more." he voiced out his concerns.

Listening to him made Jang Xin laugh since its funny. "My blog. . . I cook and eat well everyday." he said fixing the creases on his shirt.

He was wearing a light blue dress shirt accompanied by a dark blue tie with a white tie-clip. His slacks were white and his shoes were leather brown. Ming Yu dolled up for today since it's his first time formally entering company.

Naturally, Wei Yan held the wheelchair and dragged him around. They reached the company entrance and was welcomed with curious stares from regular workers.

"Xixi, isn't that Director Wei? so handsome!"

"Look at that guy in the wheelchair, who's he? why's he together with director Wei?"

"That guy, doesn't he look better than director Wei?"

"Forget it, it's not like he can take you to bed."

Chatters like these filled the company hall as Jang Xin headed to the meeting room with Wei Yan. Nobody was still inside leaving Jang Xin some time to look around.

"Xiaoxin, do you want to sit on the chair or stay on your wheelchair?"

"Wheelchair" hearing this reply, Wei Yan politely moved a seat away for his wheelchair to fit.

"I need to go back to my desk for a bit. stay put." he excused himself.

Jang Xin didn't listen and moved closer to the glass window. He leisurely pulled a string moving the blinds up staring at the busy city from the 10th floor.

He didn't take a break from being an Architect and studied the different buildings across him. Ming Yu was now really into the job and subconsciously watched as a form of habit. He liked thinking how the structure of the buildings differ from each. Counting number of floors and do math guessing the number of people that could occupy it. Even the colors and motif they used to design the building itself.

"If it was my design. . ." he mumbled in a low voice.

He was caught up thinking that he didn't notice a tall figure intently looking at his side profile across the table.

Feng Tingxiao was surprised at first meeting his possibly future brother-in-law in the company meeting room. He didn't disturb his thoughts and waited patiently taking his seat.

"If the land used for the building were minimized. . ." he continued to mumble analyzing a hospital building with a small back garden.

Looking at the busy Jang Xin, Feng Tingxiao didn't dare to make a sound. If it was the usual him, even outside of his company he would've fired them straight away for their carelessness but to this crippled man, he couldn't imagine being uptight and strict.

At some point, Jang Xin grabbed a sketchbook on the right side of his wheel chair and started sketching. The sound of his scribbles and and low mumbles somehow made Feng Tingxiao feel good and at peace. He liked the way Jang Xin's eye turn smaller whenever he look down, or the way he bite his lips when he drew it wrong and tried to fix it. From time to time he would reach a hand on the base of his neck whenever he's unsure of something and would look back outside to reanalyze his reference.