Chapter 909: Yan Qiuwen Has Another Weird Dream_3

“Yeah, Mom, the grilled skewers are really delicious!”

The little tyrant chimed in encouragingly from the side.

“I don’t want any!”

Despite refusing with her mouth, her body was quite honest. She eventually opened her mouth and bit down, and as the rich aroma flooded her mouth, a sense of inexplicable fulfillment and happiness also surged in her heart.

When Yan Qiuwen opened her eyes, she found that the sky was already bright.

She sat up absentmindedly.

She’s had similar bizarre dreams multiple times.

In “The Interpretation of Dreams” by Austrian psychologist Freud, the cause of dreams is fragments of consciousness produced by human mental activities. These fragments must be expelled to maintain the stability of human mental state; otherwise, over time, a person would become mentally disordered. The metabolic process of expelling these fragments forms dreams.

Some dreams deal with processing garbage fragments, like a worker who constantly tightens screws by day might also dream of tightening screws at night.

Such dreams are of little significance and are easily forgotten upon waking.

However, there are also dreams that are unforgettable, especially repeated good dreams, which are usually motivated by a certain wish from the dreamer’s subconscious.

Like the dreams she had several times; although they were strange and she was always annoyed by that pesky little guy in the dream, she actually enjoyed them thoroughly.

Even after waking up, Yan Qiuwen felt there was some subtle connection between her and the kindergarten little tyrant, as if those things happened in the future or perhaps in another parallel world.

She stared blankly for a while and then suddenly remembered something, her beautiful eyes widening.

What did I do last night!

It’s over; I can’t face anyone now, sob sob…

…

Ten o’clock in the morning, Dingsheng Mansion, New Era headquarters.

Yan Qiuwen, dressed in uniform, shuffled in high heels into Su Zelin’s office.

On the surface, she had resumed her usual aloof demeanor, yet the inner strategist was not quite at peace. She even secretly observed Su Zelin’s expression, trying to discern something.

“Qiuwen, you’re here.”

Upon hearing footsteps, Su Zelin raised his head.

The slacker appeared indifferent as ever.

“I’ve reviewed the company’s advertising plan for the Eastern Guangdong region and added some comments; take a look!”

Yan Qiuwen said, feigning calmness.

“Okay!”

Su Zelin took the document, browsed through it, and nodded, “Very good!”

Whether he looked at it or not made no difference; the strategist never disappointed herself.

Seeing there was no one at the door, Yan Qiuwen lowered her voice, her face blushing, “I apologize for last night’s incident; I drank too much.”

“What incident?”

The slacker feigned ignorance again.

“It’s about us…”

Yan Qiuwen only realized he was teasing her intentionally halfway through speaking, giving him a glare, “Anyway, forget about it, and don’t mention it to anyone!”

While threatening the slacker, she made a mental note.

This is the last time I drink!

There definitely won’t be a next time!

“Oh, you’re talking about that; actually, if you hadn’t brought it up, I’d have forgotten. Although, actually, it felt pretty good!”

Su Zelin teased her.

“You dare say it!”

“Weren’t you the one who mentioned it first?”

The slacker expressed grievance.

“It’s okay if I mention it, but not you!”

Yan Qiuwen hummed.

Su Zelin: “…”

Typical example of the pot calling the kettle black.

Tsk tsk, no matter how smart a woman is, there’s a time when she’s unreasonable.

After the reminder, Yan Qiuwen left the office.

Su Zelin watched the swaying figure of her slender waist, finding it amusing yet somewhat regrettable.

What a pity, it really must be the effect of alcohol.

If Qiuwen liked me and I won her over, having an extremely smart woman as the catalyst coordinating everyone’s relationships, the harem should be more harmonious, right?