Then, Lulu started speaking excitedly.
With her educational background and experience, she would normally not et Xingyun’s hiring criteria.
But as it happens, Star Cloud International’s Yang City branch is setting up a new "AI Marketing" departnt, and she recently brushed up on a lot of related knowledge about AI writing copy.
During the interview, it was a stroke of luck, and her performance unexpectedly gained the interviewer’s approval.
"Zhang Yan, you really shouldn’t worry too much."
"Even though the current environnt is tough, there are still many new opportunities, and you could try applying to Star Cloud International too. If I really get in by sheer luck, I’ll recomnd you two from inside!"
Lulu’s words were full of enthusiasm and hope, seemingly wanting to encourage her friends in this way.
Li Chao piped up, "Then Zhang Yan and I will be waiting to hold onto your thigh!"
He is currently working at a dia company that runs public accounts and naturally admires the big player Xingyun International Group in Huaxia’s dia industry.
A warm feeling surged in Zhang Yan’s heart, and her eyes began to heat up slightly.
As the conversation deepened, the atmosphere beca increasingly lively.
Li Chao coughed twice from the smoke, stood up and said, "I’ll open the door for so fresh air, or else after we’re done eating, Zhang Yan might..."
As he spoke, he walked to the door and opened the old security door halfway.
A cool night breeze instantly swept in, dispelling the indoor stuffiness, and the three of them exhaled in comfort.
They continued eating, drinking, imagining Lulu’s bright future in the big company, and planning a new career path for Zhang Yan.
...
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped in front of an old street filled with the breath of life.
The car door opened, and Tang Song stepped out of the car.
He looked up at the neighborhood in front of him nad "Lanxin Garden."
The yellowed walls, slightly dilapidated stairways, and the huge banyan tree so lush that it almost concealed the buildings...
According to the information sent by Zheng Qiudong, Zhang Yan’s contact address was 4th building, Unit 3, 602 here.
Tang Song took a deep breath of the moist, slightly cool air and walked into the neighborhood gate.
The neighborhood was quiet, with the dim streetlights shining peacefully.
His outfit, a custom tailored suit, made him seem quite out of place in the surroundings.
Residents passing by at night turned their gazes towards him.
Tang Song walked slowly along the neighborhood’s worn concrete road, his eyes scanning the numbers on the buildings,
getting closer and closer, as Building 4, Unit 3 ca into sight.
Tang Song stopped, his gaze slowly moving upwards, finally landing on the 6th-floor windows, guessing which one belonged to her.
At this mont, this friend who existed only in QQ ssages, living in Yang City, was just a dozen ters away from him.
He picked up his phone, unlocked the screen, opened WeChat, and clicked on the chat box of "Smiling Breath."
An unprecedented sense of nervousness suddenly enveloped him.
On the way here, driven by adrenaline, he hadn’t thought much about it, only wanting to see her imdiately.
But at this mont, he didn’t know how to face this pure, clean emotion.
In truth, if it hadn’t been for Zhang Yan’s letter tonight.
He probably wouldn’t have co to disturb her but instead secretly paved her career path, hoping her life could beco smooth and happy.
Tang Song stood downstairs, silent, hesitant, flustered.
As his heart was overwheld with turmoil.
A small, chubby orange figure suddenly ran out from the unit’s hallway.
Tang Song startled slightly, looking at the cat that suddenly appeared before him, his mind instantly recalling the greedy Orange in Zhang Yan’s writing.
"Orange?" he called out instinctively, his voice not loud.
However, the orange cat stopped abruptly, turned its head, and looked at him with round, sparkling eyes full of curiosity.
"Orange!"
"ow~"
It cried out and ran towards him on its short legs.
Tang Song’s heart was struck by an indescribable emotion, bringing a sense of disoriented feeling that transcended ti.
He slowly squatted down and reached out his hand.
Orange approached fearlessly, rubbing its furry head against his palm, purring contentedly in its throat.
Tang Song naturally picked up the weighty orange cat, holding it in his arms.
...
Room 602.
The bottle of wine was empty, and there weren’t many ingredients left on the grill.
Zhang Yan picked up her phone again, the chat box on the screen remained silent as ever, and the light in her eyes dimd along with it.
She wanted to send a ssage to see if she had been deleted, yet feared the sight of a red exclamation mark, which would completely sever her last faint hope.
She flipped the phone face down on the table, instinctively reaching out with her toe to nudge Orange, but only touched the cold leg of the coffee table.
"Orange? Orange~" she called softly, bending down to look under the table, but it was empty.
The calls gradually got louder.
But there was no response.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she stood up suddenly.
She called out anxiously in the room, "Orange! Orange!"
Lulu and Li Chao stopped their laughter and joined in searching the room.
Under the sofa, bed, kitchen, bathroom...
This small rented apartnt was quickly turned upside down, but there wasn’t even a shadow of Orange.
"It probably ran out!" Li Chao looked at the half-open door, feeling sowhat guilty, "Oh damn! It’s all my fault! I forgot about this!"
Lulu quickly stepped forward to comfort, "Don’t worry, Zhang Yan, Orange is so smart and obedient, it probably just wandered around the hallway, it certainly won’t go far."
"Yes, yes, we’ll go find it quickly; it should be in the hallway!" Li Chao echoed anxiously.
Zhang Yan trembled and uttered an "um," no longer caring about anything else, she rushed out the door.
Because of Tang Song’s matter, her mind was sowhat absent tonight, and she forgot to watch over Orange.
Orange was a stray cat originally; although adopted for a while, it might still be overco by wild instincts and run away again.
A strong sense of guilt instantly engulfed her.
"Orange! Orange!"
The cries echoed in the empty hallway, carrying a hint of sobs.
The dim voice-activated lights turned on along with her footsteps as she rushed downward.
Zhang Yan’s expression grew tighter, sweat beading on her forehead.
"The elderly lady on the first floor in the middle unit likes to keep the doors open for ventilation, Orange might have run out!"
Lulu alongside her reassured, "Don’t worry, we’ll separate and search around, it just walked out not long ago, it definitely won’t go far!"
As they spoke.
Zhang Yan had already dashed out of the unit’s entrance.
The cool night wind blew against her, clearing her panicked mind slightly.
She stood downstairs, looking around in confusion.
Just as she was about to call out, the sound got stuck in her throat suddenly.
In front of the unit entrance, under the dim streetlight.
A tall, slender figure stood quietly, holding a chubby orange cat in his arms.
That cat was precisely the Orange she had been worried about.
And that guy—
Zhang Yan’s breath stopped suddenly, her mind went blank.
The surrounding noise and light all faded away, the whole world seed to have been muted.
Tang Song—
Mature, sharp white shirt, black trousers, a clear, smooth jawline, a straight nose, thin lips, and deep black eyes shimring in the night.
He seed to have walked straight out of the most beautiful painting in her mory.
Then, under her gaze, he shed all the youthful immaturity.
Quietly matured, yet showing no signs of being worn by life, only a calmness and clarity carved by ti.
Zhang Yan stood frozen in place, immobile, as if she even forgot to breathe.
Seeking the road in dreams, amid the falling rain and flowers.
This scene, dreamlike, made her unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and dream.
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