A voice with a hint of laughter ca from behind: "Qiuyu, what a coincidence, are you heading out too?"
Cheng Qiuyu turned around and saw Tang Song leaning against the wall by the door, smiling at her.
"Ah!" she gasped softly, quickly lowering her head, "President Tang, good morning, I... I’m going out for breakfast."
Tang Song took a step forward and waved to her, "Co on, let’s go together."
Cheng Qiuyu gently responded with "Mm," hurriedly following behind him, hands awkwardly tucked into her pockets.
The morning sea breeze carried a slight chill.
The two walked slowly without speaking, silently treading the pavent and enjoying the scenery around them.
Breakfast was simple, freshly baked donkey at sandwiches, paired with millet porridge and salted vegetables.
Tang Song devoured three sandwiches in one go, feeling quite satisfied.
Looking at Qiuyu across from him, Tang Song said, "We’re heading back to Yan City this afternoon, did you have fun these past few days?"
"Yes," Cheng Qiuyu replied, then added, "Very much so."
The warm and friendly colleagues, the harmonious and relaxed atmosphere, and Tang Song and the senior student.
To her, this trip to Wu Mountain was an unprecedented relaxation.
Tang Song smiled and said, "Glad to hear that; once we return, we’ll have to work hard again. Our brand departnt will be quite busy ahead."
Huashang Clothing’s shareholders eting is about to be held; Assistant Lin Muxue has already received the eting materials.
This also ans he will officially beco Huashang Clothing’s Chairman.
The Huashang & Songi collaboration can progress swiftly.
On top of that, He Yiyi and Bei Yuwei’s second team-up is reigniting excitent.
It’s safe to say once the National Day holiday is over, Songi Clothing will beco very busy.
"It’s alright, being busy is good," Cheng Qiuyu looked up at Tang Song, "I’ll work hard on the design drafts, and quickly produce quality works that et the requirents."
Tang Song encouraged, "You can do it, I believe in you."
"Mm." Cheng Qiuyu looked up at him, a hint of lancholy flashing through her eyes.
After this departure, she probably won’t have another chance to spend ti alone with him, let alone live next door, occasionally drinking together or having barbecue.
...
5:30 p.m., Yan City Train Station.
In the glow of the setting sun, accompanied by the slight sound of braking and the hustle of passengers, the high-speed train gradually ca to a stop at the platform, and people began to disembark one after another.
After saying goodbye to colleagues.
Tang Song and Cheng Qiuyu followed Liu Jiayi through the bustling crowd and took the elevator down to the underground parking lot.
In the cold white light, a stately Rolls-Royce Phantom quietly stood there, its black body reflecting a low-key and solemn sheen.
The three of them got into the car one by one.
Soon, accompanied by the roar of the engine, the Rolls-Royce Phantom smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot.
They quickly arrived at the nearby Yanjing Sky City District.
Tang Song got off the car, waved goodbye to the two, and strode towards the elevator.
To him, the most urgent thing right now is to go ho.
Although he knew Secretary Jin had certainly left, he wanted to see if she had left anything behind.
Even if it’s just a note or a pair of stockings.
"Ding——" the elevator stopped steadily at the 20th floor.
Tang Song carrying a suitcase, quickly ca to the armored door.
Pushing open the front door, the familiar entrance ca into view.
However, right on the prominent spot of the cabinet door at the entrance, there was a delicate pink sticky note.
It had a segnt of beautiful handwriting:
"I’ve prepared dinner; it’s in the fridge and just needs reheating. Rember to eat on ti. Also, hope President Tang takes care of his health and doesn’t overwork."
On the words "overwork," she had extra-bolded them, making Tang Song feel especially awkward.
Smiling to himself, Tang Song quickly walked to the kitchen.
He opened the fridge.
Inside, dishes were neatly arranged: stead bass, garlic baked broccoli, and a thick soup.
Every dish was packed in transparent airtight containers, each labelled with heating ti and precautions.
Tang Song took one out, sniffed it, and could still sll faintly the scent of perfu.
A delicate tea aroma, blended with a gentle floral fragrance, fresh like the misty autumn morning air.
Clearly, these were all made by Secretary Jin herself.
In his mory, Secretary Jin seed to have never cooked; he wondered when she learned.
After a good while, Tang Song closed the fridge door.
Taking a round in the living room and study, he wandered into the master bedroom.
The familiar and unique scent hit him all at once, bringing joy to his soul.
The bed was neatly made, and on the bedside table, besides her photo, was a book that’s been opened.
The Interpretation of Dreams
It was identical to the book she was holding in the photo.
Tang Song picked up the book, read through it briefly, and gently set it down, feeling overwheld with emotion.
He longed to see her, to kiss her in the real world, to embrace her, to have her.
Secretary Jin is both a source of emotional attachnt and an embodint of beautiful fantasies for him.
On her, he found everything he loved; she was the most perfect, ideal person chosen by the system.
Her presence constantly reminded him not to slack off, not to stop.
...
Having spaced out for a while, Tang Song went straight to the kitchen.
He reheated Secretary Jin’s homade dinner and ate seriously until nothing was left.
After tidying up, he changed into slippers.
Sitting on the balcony, he played the guitar and sang for a bit.
The peace gradually washed over him.
He walked into the master bedroom’s walk-in closet.
Just about to change clothes, his eyes suddenly fixed.
Where the closet used to be filled with shirts, now there were three sets of distinctly styled... lingerie?
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