After returning to Yan City from Wu Mountain this ti, rereading "Pride and Prejudice," those words seed to have new significance.
She and Tang Song had already reached an intimate relationship, one where they could sense each other’s presence without words.
Even so, Gao ngting still felt there was an indistinct barrier between them.
Like a fog, hazy yet truly present.
That partner who co-founded Songi Clothing with her, confident and carefree yet always with a touch of mystery, was like Mr. Darcy from the book, always unexpectedly showing a gentle side at critical monts.
But it was precisely this restraint and distance that made Gao ngting slightly troubled.
"Perhaps we need a frank conversation like the one outside Pemberley Manor in the rain," she thought.
After a while of daydreaming, Gao ngting finally put down the book and stood up.
Sunlight brushed against her profile, casting a faint warmth.
She walked to the dressing table and began to apply makeup.
Changing into autumn attire, she stepped into the living room.
Imdiately, her nose twitched as she looked surprised towards the kitchen.
From the direction of the kitchen ca light footsteps as Cheng Qiuyu erged with a plate of stir-fried spinach, softly saying, "Good morning, Senior Sister."
"Qiuqiu?" Gao ngting blinked, her lips curling into a smile, "I thought you’d gone to the office."
This junior colleague had recently been as energetic as if on a caffeine high, turning into a workaholic.
She went out on her motorbike at dawn and returned late at night, seemingly wanting to spend all 24 hours a day in the office.
In comparison, even at her busiest, she hadn’t been as relentless.
"No..." Cheng Qiuyu’s face looked slightly unnatural, "I woke up a bit late today, and I’ve already completed my tasks, just waiting for the leadership’s review."
"You’ve worked hard; working so diligently and still helping with the cooking." Gao ngting spoke with a gentle tone.
"It’s no trouble."
Cheng Qiuyu sat down at the dining table, head bowed, eating quietly.
Last night, she had insomnia until 2 AM, and now she felt a bit drained.
The main reason was that her "questionable" behavior in the president’s office had been caught by her good friend Lingling.
The sense of sha still lingered.
She always felt like a voyeur, coveting the treasure her senior sister valued.
Every ti she thought of that scene, her heart would be in turmoil.
Senior Sister had been so good to her, even helping her enter Songi Clothing, yet...
Now her senior sister was back from Wu Mountain.
She had already resolved to try not to contact Tang Song privately and to maintain a distance as much as possible.
"By the way, Qiuqiu, there’s a big eting this morning, you’ll be participating, so prepare beforehand." Gao ngting chewed spinach, smiling openly, "Tang Song is finally back, and I can take a break."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Qiuyu blurted out, "Is President Tang going to the company today?"
"Yes, if he doesn’t co soon, our company’s employees might forget about him as the boss."
"Hmm." Cheng Qiuyu pursed her lips, expressionless, but her heart suddenly started to race.
It had only been half a month since they last saw each other, but for so reason, she was extrely eager to see him, longing to et him.
After breakfast, Gao ngting began tidying the kitchen, while Cheng Qiuyu went into the bedroom to change clothes.
Then they carpooled in a rcedes-Benz E to go to work.
...
Cloud Stream Building, Songi Clothing.
After greeting her colleagues, Cheng Qiuyu sat at her workstation, occasionally glancing in the direction of the president’s office.
She lightly pressed her lips together, her fingers tapping softly on the tabletop as if waiting for sothing.
At 9:30 AM,
a notification was sent in the workgroup: all employees of group leader level and above, proceed to the large conference room.
Cheng Qiuyu took a deep breath, tidying her hair and collar in the small mirror beside her, and stood up to follow her colleagues towards the eting room.
She was the leader of the brand visual group and its only mber, naturally qualified to attend the eting.
As they approached the large eting room, the atmosphere quickly beca lively.
Employees gathered in groups whispering, their faces brimming with excitent and anticipation.
Just then, a commotion sounded ahead.
Accompanied by her colleagues’ enthusiastic greetings: "President Tang!", "Good morning, President Tang!"...
Cheng Qiuyu quickly raised her head and looked straight in the direction of the sound.
After half a month, Tang Song’s figure reappeared distinctly in her view.
In that instant, she felt a dreamy sensation.
He wore a well-tailored dark gray business suit, paired with a light blue shirt underneath, without a tie, appearing casual yet dignified.
With hair tousled by the morning light, he looked radiant, confident, and carefree.
"Wow! President Tang is becoming more handso..."
"Yes, every eting feels like watching an idol drama."
Several female employees nearby exchanged glances secretly, unable to resist whispering together.
In Cheng Qiuyu’s eyes, Tang Song at this mont seed to be glowing.
Unprecedented sentints of security, familiarity, and attachnt surged in her heart, making her eyes slightly moist.
"Everyone’s worked hard, you’ve all done wonderfully during this period!"
Tang Song wore a bright smile, his voice clear and magnetic.
His gaze skimd the crowd, landing on every person.
As their eyes t, Cheng Qiuyu’s feet subtly moved, instinctively wanting to walk towards him.
But then imdiately noticed Gao ngting standing beside him.
Having arrived with her Senior Sister, she keenly noticed her Senior Sister’s lipstick had changed color.
This indicates...that they kissed before the eting, and it should have been intense.
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