Chapter 1283: Chapter 481: He in 2016 (Part 4)
Because it was a last-minute invitation, the company had already booked the tickets and rooms, so he didn’t ntion it to HR.
Besides, Liu Jiayi had her own booking channel, which was much faster than the company’s.
Upon hearing this, everyone was montarily stunned, their faces showing surprise and astonishnt.
A beauty of this level, actually a driver?
Gao ngting’s eye twitched slightly, and she broke into a wide smile, warmly saying, “Welco, Jiayi!”
“Welco, big sister!”
The surrounding colleagues snapped out of it and imdiately erupted into enthusiastic cheers, the atmosphere becoming lively and cheerful once again.
“Thank you.” Liu Jiayi slightly nodded, displaying not much expression.
5:20 PM.
The high-speed train slowly started moving.
Liu Jiayi sat slightly behind and to the side of Tang Song, her gaze fixated northwards, eyes full of deep longing.
Chairman Jin should have already arrived in Yan City by now.
…
The sky gradually darkened, and as the city lights ca on, the neon lights and street lamps made the streets look surreal and dreamlike.
The lights illuminated the street as a Maybach with an Imperial City license plate slowly drove into the YJTC underground parking lot.
“Click-” The car door lightly clicked, and Lin Tiantian quickly walked to the rear, opening the door respectfully.
A pair of long, beautiful legs encased in sheer stockings elegantly extended out.
High heels clicked crisply against the asphalt pavent.
Imdiately after, a sensually elegant figure stepped out of the car, with a slender waist and straight shoulders.
The dimly lit parking garage seed to brighten in an instant.
“Tap tap tap—”
The sound of heels striking the ground was like a trono, precise and deliberate, each step asured, neither rushed nor slow, yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure.
The personnel in the entrance lobby subconsciously stood up straighter, their eyes following her figure as she disappeared into the elevator entrance.
The “20” floor button lit up
The mirror inside the elevator reflected her graceful and upright silhouette.
Secretary Jin slightly lowered her gaze, her slim fingers gently brushing back a lock of brown hair by her ear, her eyes deep and complex.
With a “ding,” the heavy tal doors slowly opened.
Walking down the spacious and bright hallway to the door.
She reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly but quickly regaining composure.
Grasping the door handle, “click click—” the smart lock instantly unlocked, and the brown armored door was gently pulled open as she stepped into the sprawling apartnt.
Lin Tiantian closed the door and quietly stood by the entrance, without further interruption.
Standing in the center of the living room.
Secretary Jin’s gaze swept over traces of life everywhere, a faint smile finally appearing on her face.
She straightened the pillow on the sofa, closed the book on the coffee table.
Secretary Jin began to wander around the spacious apartnt, her steps gradually becoming light and leisurely.
From ti to ti, she stopped at a certain spot, silently observing, reaching out to touch.
As if trying to piece together a complete image of him through these details.
…
Pushing open the master bedroom door, Secretary Jin paused at the entrance, then walked inside.
The room was orderly, yet life perated every corner.
Entering the walk-in closet.
Her fingers glided over the neatly arranged clothes, finally resting on a shirt that hadn’t been put away.
Picking it up, she brought it close to her nose, closing her eyes to take a deep breath.
After a while.
She ticulously folded the shirt along with the slightly disordered suit beside it, putting them away neatly.
Exiting the closet, she approached the bed, gently smoothing over the soft quilt and pillow.
Soon after, her eyes fell on a photo fra on the bedside table, and her steps unknowingly ca to a halt.
Picking up the fra, her fingertips lightly touched the glass surface, and her eyes gradually lost focus.
No one in this world cared more about this past than she did, and no one was more captivating than him in 2016.
“Tang Song, Tang Song.” She murmured softly.
The multitude of emotions in her heart, in this mont, all transford into indescribable tenderness.
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