The weekend mall crowds were more than imagined. The two took the escalator to the 4th-floor dining area, where almost every restaurant had people waiting at the door.
"Is there anything you particularly want to eat?" Jiang Chengsi glanced at the waiting crowd, feeling a bit of a headache, is business this booming?
"There are too many people." She rarely returned to Beijing and was here for the first ti.
"Let’s go sowhere else."
The two had to turn and head downstairs. Jiang Chengsi turned his head to look at the person beside him, "Is there anything you particularly want to eat?"
"I don’t often co back to Beijing, so I don’t know what’s good to eat. You can recomnd sothing."
"Any dietary restrictions?"
"I’m okay with anything."
For normal people, Jiang Chengsi would just take her directly to a club, but that would be too perfunctory. This person was an old client of Tang Wan’s, but he wasn’t familiar with East City, so he thought for a mont and sent a ssage to Qi Zeyan.
[Where’s good to eat in East City? Answer quickly.]
Qi Zeyan was a businessman, socializing everywhere, and guessed he’d been to most of the good places to eat in Beijing.
When he received the ssage, he was bored, wearing headphones and playing gas, sowhat surprised to see the ssage:
[What are you doing in East City? Who are you inviting for a al?]
[None of your business, just tell where the good food is.]
[At least tell who it is, their age, and your relationship, otherwise how can I recomnd sothing? If it’s a business partner, I’ll definitely recomnd a decent restaurant, but if it’s a girl, that’s different.]
Jiang Chengsi frowned. What’s supposed to be a decent restaurant, could there also be indecent ones?
[Female, early twenties, not very familiar, I owe her a favor, preferably sowhere nice and with flair.]
Qi Zeyan perked up at this description and called him right away, only to be hung up on ruthlessly.
Jiang Chengsi frowned:
What’s this idiot doing calling when I asked him to recomnd a restaurant?
He didn’t notice at all that the person walking beside him was constantly examining him. White shirt and slacks, very tall, and looked good. In the mall’s fluorescent lighting, every inch of his facial features seed ticulously carved, extrely refined.
At this mont, Jiang Chengsi’s phone received several restaurant recomndations from Qi Zeyan, and he turned to look at her, almost eting her gaze.
"My friend recomnded a few restaurants, they should all be good. Shall we take a look?" Jiang Chengsi spoke to her politely and cautiously.
"Okay."
"But they’re not nearby, we might need to drive. Did you drive here?"
She shook her head, "No."
"Then just take my car. After dinner, I’ll drive you ho."
She nodded in agreent, little knowing that the people from her family were still waiting in the parking lot...
The young lady only said she’d go out to et soone and would leave quickly. They didn’t leave, just sat in the car waiting around, expecting a ssage to co saying she was done and would head ho, directing them where to pick her up. Unexpectedly, the ssage was:
[I have a bit more to do, you can go back first.]
Huh?
Just letting them go like that? What’s going on?
Wasn’t she supposed to be back in half an hour?
Not planning to go ho for dinner either?
...
After sending the information to Jiang Chengsi, Qi Zeyan’s ga ended, reported by teammates for leaving midway, losing interest in playing. Only then did he realize it was alti, yet Ruan ngxi didn’t seem to have cooked or called him.
He opened the door and went out, his strained ligant had mostly healed, although he still limped a bit and couldn’t exert too much force.
Her door was ajar, and through the gap, he saw her buried in a pile of docunts, seriously engaged in sothing.
Although Ruan ngxi was on holiday, Xiaozhu occasionally assigned her so work. Although it could be done at ho, it didn’t an the work wasn’t challenging.
Qi Zeyan rembered she started working right after lunch. How was it not finished yet?
"Still not done?" Qi Zeyan knocked on the door.
"Huh?" Ruan ngxi snapped back to reality, looking at the ti, realizing how late it was, "Sorry, I forgot to cook dinner."
"It’s okay, you keep at it, I’ll cook tonight." Qi Zeyan wasn’t there just to have a good ti; he couldn’t just act like a boss because he was sick.
"Call if you need help." Ruan ngxi was already overwheld by the pile of files in front of her, as this was her weaker area.
Xiaozhu’s current boss could be considered Old Master Qi, and his way of reviewing docunts was different from Qi Zeyan’s, so the requirents for making tables were also different, which was the biggest headache.
Qi Zeyan went into the kitchen to see what ingredients were available, while internally mocking:
Never thought Xiaozhu, who seed so harmless in front of him, was quite adept at using subordinates in private. Even on break, assigning her so much work she couldn’t finish in an entire afternoon.
You can’t tell just by looking, this guy is pretty capable.
It’s already past seven now, and cooking is quite a hassle, so he chose the simplest thod—boil so noodles. While waiting for the water to boil, he went to Ruan ngxi’s room to check, saw her cup was empty, and refilled her tea.
"Thanks." Doing this kind of data sheet requires extre focus. It wasn’t until Qi Zeyan brought the tea that she snapped back to reality, feeling a bit flattered.
"Focus on your work, don’t worry about ." Qi Zeyan casually flipped through the files on the table and glanced at her computer screen.
He was raised by his grandparents since he was a kid, and his grandfather taught him business hands-on. Just by looking at this sheet, he could tell it was made for his grandfather, and he quickly noticed there were errors in it...
He lifted the folder in his hand and gently tapped her on the head.
"Huh?" Ruan ngxi was stunned by the tap.
It hurt a little, too.
Instinctively, she covered her head, rubbed it a couple of tis, and frowned at him, "Boss?"
Qi Zeyan was holding a file; he had long since bought himself a set of pajamas, light gray loungewear. Tall and straight, with his buttons fastened to the top one, he looked down at her with an air of superiority. Whenever it ca to work, he exuded a sense of rigor.
His eyes were dark, looking at her in a way that was hard to read.
Ruan ngxi frowned, what’s up with this guy? Is it because I didn’t cook? Or does he think just because he poured a glass of water, he can hit ?
Qi Zeyan pointed at her computer, "You’ve been with for so long, how can there still be such obvious low-level mistakes in your data sheet? Where’s your brain?"
"If my grandfather saw sothing like this, I’m afraid he would scold you to tears."
"The old man is very serious in business matters. I thought you were up to sothing all afternoon, and it’s just this? Why didn’t you just ask ?"
Having said that, Qi Zeyan tossed the file aside, bent down, and took the mouse from her hand, "Make so room for ."
"Oh... okay!" Ruan ngxi quickly scooted her butt to the side, giving him two-thirds of the chair.
Qi Zeyan narrowed his eyes, his gaze becoming sharper as he looked at her:
"Ruan ngxi... you really don’t see as an outsider, huh."
In this situation, usually, she would get up and leave, giving him the seat, but no, she was ready to share the chair with him?
Ruan ngxi paused, fixed her gaze on him:
Of course, I don’t see you as an outsider, I’ve already seen you as one of my own.
She swallowed, under his gaze, it felt like the little secret hidden in her heart was being dug out bit by bit, even the fingers rubbing her head paused.
"Does it really hurt?" Qi Zeyan frowned, thinking he didn’t hit hard, is she really this delicate?
"Huh?"
He jumped from one topic to another, completely throwing Ruan ngxi off track, leaving her utterly confused.
"I an your head."
"It hurts—" she said seriously, making Qi Zeyan chuckle, "How much does it hurt?"
"Pretty painful." Ruan ngxi once again rubbed her head with exaggerated seriousness, but Qi Zeyan leaned forward, slightly bending his waist to check her head; there was a bit of redness on the side where he had tapped.
At that mont, he was struck by a naughty impulse and lightly tapped her again with his finger, "How much does it hurt?"
His fingertip was warm, that light tap.
It was as if it suddenly poked at the tip of Ruan ngxi’s heart, making it tremble, feeling like her whole body turned soft, looking at him with eyes...
Directness mixed with a hint of shyness.
Qi Zeyan bent down and looked at her, slightly startled, withdrew his hand, "You go cook, I’ll help with this, consider it a compensation for you."
"Okay." Ruan ngxi couldn’t wait, quickly getting up.
"There are differences between n and won, if you’re not in a close relationship, don’t casually share a chair with a man, and don’t casually invite others to your ho, especially those of the opposite sex." Ruan ngxi usually did things a bit carelessly, Qi Zeyan assud she was just socially clumsy, so he kindly reminded her.
Little did he expect Ruan ngxi to reply directly, leaving him speechless:
"Besides you, I’ve only shared a chair with my dad, and I’ve only invited you to my ho."
"I’m not that casual, I just..."
"I’m just not on guard with you, to , you’re a special person."
After Ruan ngxi spoke, she turned and went out to cook, leaving Qi Zeyan with a slight warmth in his ears.
Those words, they almost sounded like a confession.
To her, it’s special because I pay her salary? I’m her financial backer and her boss?
Qi Zeyan might be a bit slow on emotions, but he’s not truly dumb. As adults, so words shouldn’t be said casually; he clenched his jaws, feeling like he had discovered sothing yet internally denying it. It couldn’t be possible, right?
She is Tang Wan’s best friend, and she knows I used to have feelings for Tang Wan. It was because of her that I transferred her to my side, under such circumstances, how could she possibly...
I’m just overthinking!
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