The dawn light breaks over the outlines of towering buildings.
In the misty haze, the busiest city is still in slumber.
While the nine-to-five office workers are still wandering in their dreams, Cao Jinse is already cycling, breathing in the fresh air of the green park.
Dew condenses on the leaves, mist brushes against her cheeks, and the sun climbs up slowly with the turning of the wheels.
Princess Cao’s bicycle is certainly not comparable to the Trek Butterfly that Boss Jiang rode in River City. It only cost two thousand dollars back when she bought it, with her hair simply tied with a rubber band and no matching gear, yet her cycling posture is extraordinarily relaxed and artistic, as if she’s fully imrsed, blending into one with the bicycle and the surrounding environnt.
To love sothing doesn’t require external embellishnts; starting from the heart is enough.
Those who perform poorly tend to have the most stationery.
A silhouette appears faintly in the thin mist ahead, with another bike parked beside it.
Cao Jinse squeezed the brake, and after moving forward a bit out of inertia, she planted one foot on the ground, looked at the figure less than a ter ahead, and greeted with a smile, "Sister Qinghua."
Wearing a loose and fresh tracksuit, her hair is also tied up like Cao Jinse’s, making it hard to believe that this is a woman over thirty, appearing as close friends with the figure of Cao Jinse in the scene.
"You’re late."
Yang Qinghua glanced at the dostic watch on her wrist, the action rather deliberate.
"Sister Qinghua, it’s quite a distance for to ride from ho."
Punctuality.
It’s a fundantal quality for an entrepreneur, and Boss Cao has always strictly demanded it of herself.
But.
This isn’t a business occasion.
"At least it’s closer than for , right?"
Yang Qinghua replied.
Cao Jinse looked her up and down, then appeared to understand, "Sister Qinghua surely didn’t ride all the way here, did you? You still have to work later. Is your car parked outside?"
Yang Qinghua chuckled.
There’s no way she’s going to work dressed like this. It’d be too late to go back and tidy up later.
"Jinse, your flaw is being too clever."
Cao Jinse didn’t mind and said casually, "If being clever is a flaw, then sister Qinghua’s flaw is much bigger than mine."
Yang Qinghua shook her head with a smile, turned to hold the handlebar, "Let’s ride for a bit."
Cao Jinse nodded happily.
The two pedaled leisurely together through the tranquil Chuchen Park.
Perhaps noticing her expertise, Yang Qinghua turned her head and curiously asked, "With work keeping you so busy, do you still find ti to ride often?"
"Isn’t it the sa for you, Sister Qinghua?"
Most people know how to ride a bike, but once they step into society, they might not touch one again, and long periods without exercise tend to make them nervous and unfamiliar. Yet, it’s apparent that Cao Jinse never stopped.
"No matter how busy it gets, if you really want it, you can always find ti."
Looking at her serene side profile, Yang Qinghua gave a slight chuckle and turned her gaze away.
"Jiang Chen ca to see ."
"I know."
"So compliant to him?"
Yang Qinghua asked with layered aning.
Cao Jinse seed to grasp, yet not fully, and replied, "Does Sister Qinghua think I’m petty?"
"I didn’t say that."
Yang Qinghua denied imdiately.
Cao Jinse sighed and, without hiding, frankly said, "I indeed didn’t agree, but I couldn’t make the decision."
Couldn’t make the decision.
It’s hard to imagine such words coming from a daughter of the Cao Family.
"So you were forced to agree?"
Yang Qinghua jokingly asked.
"Sister Qinghua talked to him, so naturally, he’ll take responsibility. Therefore, my opinion doesn’t really matter. Besides, I can’t hold a knife to his throat, right?"
Yang Qinghua chuckled, light-hearted like their cycling pace.
"He probably knows you too well, understanding your true intentions, which is why he acts so ’arbitrarily.’
Upon hearing it, Cao Jinse cast an odd glance at her, then asked, "Sister Qinghua, you just t him, right?"
Yang Qinghua made a sound of affirmation and then said, "But I’ve heard of him for a long ti."
Cao Jinse chuckled, but didn’t refute the polite remark.
It wasn’t a complint.
That guy had long been renowned.
The sky brightened as the mist thinned, with the sun’s ascent, sunlight generously sprinkling upon the world, and the once quiet and serene world gradually becoming lively.
After cycling for two kiloters, the two won stopped to rest for a bit, yet didn’t stay idle, slowly walking with their bikes.
"Song Chaoge ca to find ."
Yang Qinghua said unexpectedly.
"Weren’t expecting that, were you?"
Cao Jinse’s face didn’t reveal too much surprise, but out of politeness, she curiously asked, "What did he want from Sister Qinghua?"
After a mont, she seed to realize, "Is it also about the real estate market?"
Yang Qinghua nodded.
Cao Jinse laughed, "That’s a good thing. Sister Qinghua now has another choice."
"Is that a choice or a pit of fire?"
Yang Qinghua’s tone unmistakably conveyed a trace of helpless displeasure.
Cao Jinse remained a spectator and quickly distanced herself, "Sister Qinghua, such sensitive matters, there’s no need to tell about them."
"Little Song is at least an old friend of yours, isn’t he?"
Yang Qinghua said naturally, seemingly without other anings.
"Business is business, and personal is personal. Qinghua should know well that we are competitors now."
Cao Jinse said in all seriousness.
Yang Qinghua smiled.
"Such principles, huh?"
"Of course."
Cao Jinse said in a significant manner, "I learned it from Sister Qinghua."
Yang Qinghua laughed without speaking, pushing her bike forward, then said, "I’m not worth learning from."
"No, Sister Qinghua has always been a respected role model for us."
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