A mont later, Shangguan Qiuya slowly raised her head.
What ca into view was Tang Song holding that pair of stockings, his gaze soft and calm.
He seed not at all angry, and there was even a faint hint of pleasure in his eyes, as if he was quite satisfied with this "gift."
Shangguan Qiuya felt a bit dazed for a mont.
This always aloof and rational President Tang had always seed harder to approach than even Chairman Jin in her mind.
This deeply rooted reverence had led her to anticipate the worst possible outcos countless tis before tasks.
But unexpectedly, reality turned out to be so... dramatic.
The atmosphere eased a bit.
Shangguan Qiuya bent slightly, her tone respectful: "President Tang, I’ll leave you to rest then."
Tang Song put down the stockings in his hand, looked at her with gentle eyes: "You’ve worked hard, Shangguan. It’s already quite late, do you want to stay over at my place tonight? There are plenty of empty rooms."
"Ah... No, no need, President Tang!"
Her eyes visibly widened for a mont, and even the tips of her ears turned red, "I’ve already booked a hotel nearby."
Tang Song chuckled and didn’t persuade further, "Alright then, just a mont, I’ll get sothing."
"Okay." Shangguan Qiuya nodded quickly, watching his silhouette vanish behind the door.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The "psychological shadow" left by the forr President Tang was truly too profound.
Every ti she faced him, she felt she had to be careful even with her breathing.
However, one must say, the current President Tang is really handso!
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, well-built, clean and fresh, his jawline sharp like a sculpture.
If placed on screen, he wouldn’t lose to those high-popularity male stars at all.
The forr President Tang, although handso, didn’t pay much attention to his image, whether it was clothing, hairstyle, or body managent, it was all casual.
Nowadays, this appearance matched with his "god-level core" is perfect for an attractive man.
He and Chairman Jin are truly a match made in heaven.
Can’t wait for the mont they stand together again.
While Shangguan Qiuya was fantasizing, footsteps sounded again.
The stockings in Tang Song’s hand were gone, replaced by a beautifully frad artwork.
Slightly larger than A4 size, exquisitely mounted.
"Help take this back and give it to your Chairman Jin."
Shangguan Qiuya quickly took it with both hands, lowered her head to look at the content within the fra, and couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.
On it was a lifelike sketch of Chairman Jin.
Dressed in iconic professional attire, her brown long hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin, a few wisps of hair falling on both sides of her cheeks.
Her eyes deep and bright, seemingly able to pierce through the paper and reach the heart.
The entire picture was filled with delicate emotions, every detail vividly portrayed.
Shangguan Qiuya couldn’t help but hold her breath, her voice filled with indescribable excitent: "Okay, President Tang, I will personally deliver it to Chairman Jin!"
She could imagine how happy Chairman Jin would be upon seeing this sketch.
Tang Song patted her shoulder, a radiant smile on his face.
"You’ve worked hard, Shangguan. Speaking of which, the first ti we t should have been in October 2016, at Imperial City’s Smile Investnt, it’s been seven years at the blink of an eye. You’ve matured a lot since then, also improved greatly."
He had received the "mory Feather" three tis, among which the first had the shortest ti span and clearest mory.
Impressions of people like Shangguan Qiuya, Jiang Yourong, and Qin Yingxue are also quite deep.
Shangguan Qiuya, upon hearing this, had trembling lips and her eyes suddenly felt a bit sore, "Thank you for recognizing , President Tang. I didn’t expect you to rember so clearly."
Those long-locked mories surged in like the tide.
Of course, she rembered the scene of the first ti she saw Tang Song.
And also rembered how he was brimming with youthful spirit and exceptional talent at 18.
He stood there like a beam of light, making it impossible to look directly.
...
The elevator descended slowly.
Shangguan Qiuya leaned against the smooth tal wall, her heartbeat gradually cald, the flush on her face faded, returning to her usual calm and elegance.
"Ding——"
The elevator doors opened slowly at B1.
"Tap tap tap——" footsteps sounded.
"Ms. Shangguan!" The waiting driver quickly opened the rear door.
Shangguan Qiuya didn’t imdiately get in the car but first placed the carefully packaged sketch inside, ensuring it wouldn’t get crumpled or damaged.
Only then did she bend down to sit inside, her movents composed and neat.
"To Lanfeng International Hotel." Her voice was calm and clear.
"Received."
The Maybach started, smoothly drove out of the underground parking lot.
The city’s neon lights spilled through the car windows, casting mottled reflections on the glass.
Night wind entered through the slightly opened gap, bringing a trace of autumn chill.
Shangguan Qiuya picked up her phone and dialed Chairman Jin’s number.
"Hello, Chairman Jin, the task you assigned has been completed."
"Oh?" Secretary Jin’s tone lifted slightly, "Give a detailed update!"
Shangguan Qiuya lowered her voice, described her "stocking trick" operation, and supplented Tang Song’s reaction.
Secretary Jin chuckled lightly: "Very good, Shangguan, you perford excellently, I’m very pleased."
"Thank you for the complint, Chairman Jin." Shangguan Qiuya felt a bit flattered.
This was the first ti Chairman Jin praised her in such an appreciative tone.
Secretary Jin paused for a mont, then continued, "Since you’re already in Yan City, might as well handle the matters there."
"Okay, Chairman Jin." Shangguan Qiuya answered promptly, "About Jiang Yourong, I’ve already contacted her, we will officially et tomorrow."
"Alright." Secretary Jin’s voice slightly deepened, as if pondering sothing.
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