Good Morning, Mr. President! Chapter 32

“Lift up your arms a little.” Xia Xingchen didn’t look at Bai Yeqing. She just lowered her head as if she was completely focusing on helping him get dressed. “Well, that’s it… OK, you can put down your hands now.” Translator: Sweet Bun
After helping Bai Yeqing get fully dressed, she patiently did up the buttons on his suit jacket one by one. The light reflected by buttons inlaid with diamonds shone in her eyes.
Then she stood up on tiptoe to help him with the tie.
She was really dexterous.
Bai Yeqing’s gaze fell on her nimble fingers for the fourth time, and finally, he couldn’t help but ask, “Do you often do this kind of thing?”
"?" Xia Xingchen raised her head slightly.
He pointed at her agile movements with his chin, frowning slightly. “Wear the tie.”
Did she once help another man with the tie so she was dexterous?
"Ah? Oh." Xia Xingchen reacted slowly, "Yes, Dabai has to wear a tie in the kindergarten, so I learned that. What's wrong?"Wear the tie for him…
That accounted for it.
“Nothing.” Bai Yeqing looked indifferent as if he was just asking casually. However, he smoothed his knitted eyebrows unconsciously.
And he looked much better.
Leng Fei looked at them standing by, and he couldn’t help but applauded, “Miss Xia, I really didn’t expect that you were such an understanding wife and loving mother. No wonder when Mr. President was in a daze because of the injury, he didn’t believe anyone except you.”
Bai Yeqing glared at Leng Fei – he talked too much.
Xia Xingchen said, “Don’t make fun of me, please. If I'm an understanding wife and loving mother, why I still have no boyfriend?”
“It will be a blessing to marry you. If you want to get a boyfriend, I will try to set you up with a reliable man at any time.”
"Really?" Xia Xingchen smiled, her eyes forming a crescent moon shape. She turned her face to Leng Fei and bantered with him, "Well, then I can leave the matter to you."
“Rest assured, I will bear that in mind. If there is any match, I will…”
“Secretary Leng, when did you become a part-time matchmaker?” said Bai Yeqing, pensively.
He interrupted their conversation, his gaze sweeping Leng Fei and Xia Xingchen, as sharp as an arrow.
Leng Fei shivered and immediately shut up.
He sensed that something was wrong between Mr. President and Miss Xia as soon as he came here, and now he was even more sure about that.
Thinking that it was Leng Fei’s joke made the president unhappy, Xia Xingchen didn't say anything and just concentrated on her own task.
After a while, she said, "Done."
Having helped him put on both the vest and the suit, Xia Xingchen took a step back.
Dressing up formal attire, he seemed to be another person different from the injured one in a patient dress lying on the bed.
When he was lying on the bed and needing her care, he was much easier to get close to.
Today, he was no longer a patient. Standing there, he was Mr. President again.
His leadership temperament kept people far away as if he was a peak that was difficult to climb, and people could only look up to him.
The man in the formal attire was the real Bai Yeqing – the president of the S country.
And she, one of the ordinary people, could only look up to him.
“Miss Xia, Mr. President gets better now. You can go back to the presidential residence today.” Leng Fei’s words interrupted her thoughts.
She looked up and found Bai Yeqing had already walked out of the bedroom.
Even his back was tall and straight, full of power.
“Shall I go back today?” Xia Xingchen didn’t expect it, and glanced at that back again, “If Doctor Fu needs to change a fresh dressing…”
“As long as Mr. President manages to hold on in front of the media today, it would no longer be a problem.”
“All right.” Xia Xingchen nodded, “I'll pack my bags and leave.”
“Well. The driver will wait for you outside the door. Now we'll go first.”
“Okay.” Xia Xingchen thought for a moment, and she couldn’t help but said, “He has not fully recovered yet. Don’t let him get too tired.”
Leng Fei smiled, "Of course."
It seemed that Leng Fei had known about everything, which made Xia Xingchen feel a little embarrassed. Fortunately, Leng Fei didn't stay long, and the group left in a hurry.
Looking at the cars gradually disappeared, Xia Xingchen was somewhat depressed.
She was about to go back and meet Xia Dabai, shouldn't she be happy?
…
In the car.
Bai Yeqing asked, “Why didn’t you talk to me about her job?”
Leng Fei said, “You didn’t ask, so I didn’t mention it.”
Compared to national events, Miss Xia’s assessment was trivial. How could he mention that at this moment?
“Go there to leave a message in the name of whoever important.” Bai Yeqing said in a flat tone, looking out the window.
Leng Fei asked, “To let Miss Xia return to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?”
"Just give her a chance to take part in the assessment."
She had prepared a lot for the assessment, so he would give her a chance to prove herself.
Leng Fei understood that, and he peeked at Mr. President, was about to speak something, but saying nothing.
Bai Yeqing turned his face and glanced at him, “Say whatever you want.”
“You and Miss Xia…”
“What are you worried about?”
“In fact, it's not a worry. Well, Miss Song has called me a few times recently. She's very concerned about Your Excellency. I can see that she's very interested in political marriage.”
Bai Yeqing remained silent for a long time, and his expression was so elusive that no one could figure out what he was thinking. Finally, he slightly nodded, “I have my own idea.”
Listening to that, Leng Fei didn't speak anymore.
Those who do great things have always been good at measuring the stake. In the face of the country and power, romantic love is always a stepping stone.
Every one with supreme power is clear about that.
Along the way, Bai Yeqing didn't say anything but kept turning over the investigation of the explosion in the White Feather Palace presented by Leng Fei.
Fu Yichen gave him a painkiller shot in the morning, which somewhat suppressed the pain of the wound, so he could barely endure the pain now.
… …
On the other side.
Someone knocked at the door of vice-president Yu's study.
“Come in.” Yu Zeyao’s voice came from the study, and A'Xian opened the door, respectfully saying, “Mr., the second young master is here.”
“Let him in.”
Yu Zenan walked in and closed the door, asking, “Brother, last time I called you to do something for me, is it all settled?”
“Let Xia Xingchen return to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?”
“Yeah! How's it going?”
“Don't worry, I'll deal with it today.” Yu Zeyao took the remote control and opened the giant screen in the study. TV news jumped out on the screen.
“That’s good.” Yu Zenan raised his good-looking eyebrows, “If you want me to pick up this girl successfully, you have to handle it. Otherwise, I will look bad in front of her. Hey, I have something to ask you!”
Yu Zenan approached his eldest brother, while the latter was focusing his attention on TV news.
Sweet Bun –