After kissing her son’s face, Luo Xiaoqian gently extracted her arm from beneath him, tucked him in properly, and then exited the room to switch on her computer.
In the last five years, besides raising Little Luo Jun, she had also been working hard.
By now, she had established her own music production company, and as its leader, she of course had plenty of things to keep her busy.
Naturally, before starting her work, the first thing she did was search for the day’s news about Leng Zimo on a search engine and peruse each one.
Though she wasn’t by his side, her gaze had never strayed from him.
She was well aware of every developnt at Emperor View and EM.
Two years ago, Emperor View’s collaboration with Hollywood on the major production "Magic Realm" took three years to complete and achieved unprecedented success. She even threw a small celebration for him, though it was attended only by her and Little Luo Jun.
She always cheered for every one of his successes.
On the screen, the man was just as spirited as he had been five years earlier.
Ti hadn’t left a single trace on his face; every ti she saw him, she felt like she had just t him the day before.
After saving the latest photo of him onto her computer and enlarging it, she lifted her finger and gently caressed his face in the picture, as handso as ever.
"Zimo, soon, I’ll be back."
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At Emperor View Group, President’s office.
Slam!
The newspaper in his hand was thrown forcefully onto the desk. "What’s going on?"
The headline of today’s paper blazoned "Illegal Demolition by Emperor View Group."
Seo Fei, standing in front of his desk, said, "President Leng, it’s really not my fault — when I got to Qingdao, the developers had already started tearing down the old residences, but they hadn’t yet received the official permit."
"Shut up!" Leng Zimo snapped. "Reporters are outside the door right now, and all you can tell is that this isn’t your fault?"
"It’s really not my fault!" Seo Fei said, looking wronged. "I know it was that bratty kid and that guy nad Mike, they must have been behind this, President Leng, I’m telling you, there was a child who tried to stop the demolition, that child..."
A child stopping a demolition?
Was this sothing an assistant with a higher education would say?
Leng Zimo stood up and looked across the table at Seo Fei, his dark eyes seething with anger.
"I think I need to reconsider whether you’re capable of handling this job."
It was only because Ailin was out on maternity leave that he had to find a new assistant, and among all the candidates, Seo Fei had the strongest overall skills, which was why he chose her — and she couldn’t even manage such a small matter?
"Pre... President Leng, please don’t be angry. It’s not about shifting the bla. I will straighten things out as fast as possible. I will go to deal with it now, and I will prove to you that I am fully competent to be your assistant."
Seo Fei turned quickly and left, and Leng Zimo sat back down. His gaze swept over the newspaper on his desk, and his attention was caught by a photo.
He raised an eyebrow and then picked up the paper again, his gaze resting on that photo.
In the photo was a two-story residential house.
The door was closed tight, the lock rusted, and on the wall beside the door, branches of rose with fresh leaves and buds were climbing the entire wall.
This house, this door, this wall, these roses...
Why did it all seem so familiar?!
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Good afternoon.
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