"Then I'm going to take a shower?" Qiao Jingjing said to Chen Cheng as she clutched her toiletry bag.

"Mm, go ahead," Chen Cheng nodded.

Qiao Jingjing smiled and walked toward an RV.

Chen Cheng waved to Little Zhu, who was standing by the tent. "Little Zhu!"

"Chairman Chen~" Little Zhu immediately jogged over.

"Take a few people and bring the roast duck from the car. I'm treating everyone to roast duck tonight."

"From Beijing?" Little Zhu's eyes instantly lit up.

"Mm-hm," Chen Cheng nodded with a smile.

"Got it~" Little Zhu replied and turned to run off.

"And also..." Chen Cheng's lips twitched. This girl, he hadn't even finished speaking yet.

Shaking his head, he turned to get some things from the car.

...

"What are you doing?" Qiao Jingjing asked, puzzled as she returned from her shower and saw Chen Cheng tinkering with three rectangular iron boxes.

"Chairman Chen brought a Signal Booster," Director Li, who was holding the ladder nearby, said with a bright smile.

"I think the crew has one of those," Qiao Jingjing muttered suspiciously.

Chen Cheng tightened the last screw and climbed down the ladder. While connecting the device via a mobile app, he replied:

"The one you guys brought has too little power."

"It can receive signals deep in the desert, but it's unstable."

"Merchants nowadays love to exaggerate. If it can send a text, they dare to claim 'communication freedom'..."

"That's how it is now. If you don't exaggerate, consumers won't buy your stuff," Chen Wan, standing nearby, nodded in deep agreement.

"I didn't expect Chairman Chen to know about communication equipment as well," Director Li added with a flattering smile.

Chen Cheng stood up and smiled. "Oh, I just like to do some random research when I have nothing better to do."

"Ding-dong~"

"Ding-dong~"

"Ding-dong"

...

As they spoke, Chen Wan's and Director Li's phones began to ring incessantly.

"Whoa," Director Li picked up his phone and looked, his face immediately lighting up with joy. "Chairman Chen, you've really solved a major problem for us."

Chen Wan also looked at her phone happily. Coming to visit the set felt like she had gone missing.

The outside world couldn't reach her, and she couldn't get any information from outside.

In this day and age, being without internet for an hour causes extreme anxiety, let alone being disconnected for several days.

Not to mention Director Li, who had been in the desert for over a week.

He had basically been out of touch for more than a week.

Now, he was already on a video call with his four-year-old daughter.

Chen Cheng smiled. "You're welcome."

"I also did it for our Jingjing."

A smile immediately curled onto Qiao Jingjing's lips. She glanced at Chen Wan and Director Li with a bit of embarrassment, only breathing a sigh of relief when she saw they were both looking down at their phones.

Chen Wan looked up and said with a smile, "Chairman Chen, then you and Jingjing chat for a bit. Tonight, Director Li and I will have a few drinks with you."

Hearing the producer mention him, Director Li looked up and immediately followed up, "That's right, Chairman Chen, you've really solved a huge problem for us."

"You have no idea; without the internet, all entertainment becomes useless."

"Now it's fine. The men in the crew don't have to gather every night to drink heavily anymore."

"Tonight, I must toast you three times."

"It's nothing," Chen Cheng replied with a smile. "Then Producer Chen, Director Li, please carry on. See you later."

Chen Wan nodded with a smile. "Alright then, we won't keep you two from your reunion."

"See you later~"

After a few more pleasantries, Chen Cheng finally walked with Qiao Jingjing toward her tent.

"What are those two up to...?" Qiao Jingjing asked suspiciously, stealing a glance at the two walking away.

"Chen Wan brought him over to get acquainted, probably just to make a good impression," Chen Cheng said in a flat tone.

As he spoke, he put his arm around Qiao Jingjing's slender waist. "You, you still haven't adjusted yet."

Qiao Jingjing was stunned. "Adjusted? Adjusted to what?"

Chen Cheng rubbed her head. "Adjust your mindset. You're President Qiao, Boss Qiao now. You can't be like a little nobody anymore, being polite and bowing to everyone."

"Sister Ling has said that too," Qiao Jingjing pouted.

"So what do you think?" Chen Cheng asked back.

"Well..." Qiao Jingjing pondered for a few seconds. "Others might not know how I became President Qiao, but don't you?"

"Since I didn't earn the position properly, I should learn to keep a low profile."

Hmm?

Chen Cheng suddenly felt a sense of newfound respect for Qiao Jingjing.

He smiled; after all, she was a graduate of a 211 university, so her thinking was indeed sound.

"As long as you have a plan in mind. I just don't want you to be mistreated," Chen Cheng smiled.

"I know, hee-hee~" Qiao Jingjing's face bloomed into a radiant smile.

Before they reached the tent, Chen Cheng suddenly asked, "What time do you guys usually have dinner here?"

"Hmm..." Qiao Jingjing thought for a moment. "Usually around 7:30. There's a time difference here, and the crew is quite busy, so dinner is served late."

"Are you hungry?"

"Not really," Chen Cheng waved his hand.

"Then you..." Qiao Jingjing suddenly paused, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

She rolled her eyes at Chen Cheng. This bad man.

Pursing her lips, she pulled Chen Cheng into the tent.

Walking to the bedside, she had Chen Cheng sit down.

First, she took out her phone and sent a message to Little Zhu, telling her to come and stand guard and not let anyone near the tent.

Then, she reached out and closed the ventilation windows on both sides of the tent.

Having done all this, Qiao Jingjing finally walked up to Chen Cheng with a beaming smile.

Raising her long, beautiful legs, she straddled his lap, her slender arms naturally wrapping around Chen Cheng's neck.

The corners of Chen Cheng's mouth curled up as he reached out to hook her pretty chin.

With a smile on her lips, Qiao Jingjing leaned down and kissed Chen Cheng's lips.

...

Details... ten thousand words omitted.

"Let's have a child?"

"Huh?" This sudden remark from Qiao Jingjing caught Chen Cheng completely off guard.

Just a while ago, she was all about her career and earning money for her contract termination fee.

Why did she suddenly want a child now?

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Chen Cheng asked suspiciously.

Qiao Jingjing lay on Chen Cheng's chest, her face still flushed, her long fingers tracing irregular circles on his chest.

"Before I came here, I saw Likely Chen Cheng's company's 13f report."

"I suddenly realized that no matter how hard I try, it's impossible for me to catch up with your pace."

Chen Cheng chuckled. "That's quite discouraging."

"Hmph~ Isn't it?" Qiao Jingjing snorted softly. "You look so unassuming day in and day out. But the growth of your fund in a few months is more than I could earn in a lifetime. Tell me, how can I not be discouraged?"

"What's mine is yours. Why distinguish so clearly?" Chen Cheng hugged the lovely body in his arms and comforted her softly.

"Don't comfort me," Qiao Jingjing said with a smile. "I've thought it through now."

"Since I can't catch up anyway, I might as well be more chill about it."

"Having a child and being a housewife sounds pretty good too."

"You opened a company for me because you wanted me to move behind the scenes, reduce my exposure, and ideally leave the industry, right?"

"If I get pregnant, wouldn't that be exactly what you want?"

"Uh..." Chen Cheng was momentarily speechless.

Smacking his lips, he finally spoke up, "Um... Jingjing, there's something I want to tell you."

"Huh? What?" Qiao Jingjing narrowed her eyes and looked at him warily.

Chen Cheng wasn't one to be bashful. Anything that he found difficult to say would probably give her a shock.

Chen Cheng sighed and finally spoke, "I have a child."