That night, Ji Rui stayed with Le Tong studying until very late. Although, most of the ti, it was Le Tong reading by herself, and Ji Rui was busy with his own work on the side, but in Le Tong’s view, the man was indeed sitting there working just to accompany her study.
As it was approaching midnight, Le Tong, who was still reading, heard the sound of Ji Rui’s laptop shutting down, so she looked up, "Mr. Ji, do you want to eat so midnight snacks?"
Ji Rui hesitated for a mont, then shook his head, "No, it’s late. You should stop reading and go to sleep."
Le Tong closed her book, went to the kitchen, and heated up two cups of milk, handing one cup to Ji Rui.
"There’s so bread in the fridge. Do you need to heat up a couple for you?"
Ji Rui took the milk, "No, I don’t have the habit of eating midnight snacks."
Ji Rui has always been casual about eating, and it was only after Le Tong beca his secretary that his als beca sowhat regular. As for midnight snacks, a habit he could take or leave, living alone for over ten years, it’s even more unlikely for him to develop.
Imagine, for a person who is busy late into the night, when he returns to an empty apartnt, is it more important to fuss over food, or is it more important to take a shower and sleep?
Moreover, he’s soone who doesn’t even know how to make instant noodles!
"Alright then, drink your milk quickly and go to sleep! Your senior will et up with you early tomorrow."
Ji Rui needs to go to Beijing for a major eting tomorrow. Originally, Le Tong, his secretary, should accompany him, but since Le Tong now needs to take care of Baobao, she is worried Baobao won’t adapt to her absence for two or three days. So, Yang Sheng volunteered to accompany Ji Rui, and besides, he also has so personal business to attend to.
Ji Rui almost forgot about this matter, raised his wrist to check the ti, and reluctantly stood up, "Then I must hurry back to pack my luggage."
Although there are several sets of changing clothes here, this ti he is attending a very grand eting. He figures he still needs to go ho to prepare so things.
Le Tong took the cup he handed over, "You can sleep here. I’ve already told Brother Li; he’ll deliver your luggage early tomorrow."
Around ten o’clock, when she noticed Ji Rui didn’t show any intention of leaving, she took advantage of the mont he went to the bathroom to dial Xiao Li’s number, instructing him on the list of luggage and items Ji Rui needs to prepare, so Xiao Li can have it ready to be delivered first thing tomorrow.
After all, he stayed this late just to give her a lesson. She couldn’t possibly send him ho to sleep in the middle of the night.
Upon hearing she had everything arranged, Ji Rui felt relieved.
Because no one knows better than her what he needs to prepare for a business trip.
...
The next day, Xiao Li delivered the luggage, and Le Tong reorganized it once more. On the way to the airport, Ji Rui opened the luggage and carefully inspected everything. From clothing to the required materials for the eting, everything was ticulously prepared.
Yang Sheng, sitting beside him, shook his head, "Rui, you didn’t just hire a secretary; it’s like you’ve got a full-ti personal nanny."
Ji Rui gave him a proud look, "Jealous, aren’t you!"
Yang Sheng gave a playful punch, "Stop flaunting your love life in front of !"
Ji Rui, in a very good mood, handed the lunchbox Le Tong had given him to Yang Sheng.
"Your junior had bring you this breakfast, eat it while it’s hot."
Yang Sheng eagerly took the lunchbox, opened the lid, and sighed while eating, "Ah, I regret it so much!"
Ji Rui was currently leafing through the eting materials prepared by Le Tong, and replied with a re "Hmm?!"
"I really regret it. When the professor offered to introduce , why did I refuse him? If I had known that this junior is such a perfect woman who is excellent both in the kitchen and in the living room, I would have clung to her to pursue her no matter what!"
Ji Rui glanced at him lightly, "You’re not her type!"
Yang Sheng was figuratively choked by the statent, coughing twice and taking a sip of water to compose himself, "How do you know I’m not her type? Did she tell you?"
Although Yang Sheng is well aware inside himself that while he and Le Tong get along well, they can never develop romantic feelings, he finds it sowhat perplexing.
Isn’t it said that there is no absolute friendship between n and won? But why is his relationship with Le Tong so pure?
Ji Rui withdrew his gaze, flicked his long fingers, and the pages rustled as they turned.
"She likes my type!"
In this matter, Ji Rui is quite confident.
After all, this was sothing Le Tong admitted herself: she likes his looks!
Although he sotis feels a bit mournful that what she likes is only his looks and not his entirety.
But he quickly consoles himself that at least she likes his face; it’s better than liking nothing at all.
Yang Sheng made a vomiting gesture, "Rui, I’ve just realized you’re so conceited!"
Regarding Yang Sheng’s comnt, Ji Rui did not deny it.
...
In the evening, after eating dinner with Baobao and cleaning up, Le Tong finally sat down when Ji Rui’s phone call ca in.
"Mr. Ji? Is there sothing you need?"
Upon seeing Ji Rui’s call, Le Tong habitually assus it’s a work-related inquiry.
"Have you finished eating?" Ji Rui’s voice was very low, and the background was quietly serene, suggesting he was alone.
"Hmm, and you? Are you done with work? How did today’s eting go?" Le Tong dutifully inquired about her boss’s work progress.
The person on the other end paused, it was unclear whether he was busy or doing sothing else.
Le Tong listened closely but heard no activity, suspecting the call had dropped, "Mr. Ji?"
"Le Tong, apart from work, don’t we have anything else to talk about?"
Though separated by over a thousand kiloters, the muffled voice through the phone seed to indicate the man was upset again.
This man is even harder to please than a five or six-year-old child like Baobao!
Le Tong was silent for a mont, before eventually switching the topic, "Isn’t it only a few degrees there now? At the bottom of the suitcase, there’s a sweater; rember to wear it tomorrow."
If she recalled correctly, when they left this morning, the man was wearing a shirt layered with a light suit. Knowing his nature, he’s likely still in those two thin layers.
The man on the other end of the line, hearing her change the topic, slightly smiled, went to the bed, opened the suitcase, and indeed found a pure white sweater neatly folded at the bottom.
"Is this sweater mine?"
Although the man isn’t particularly concerned with clothing, the sweater in his hand was indeed unfamiliar.
Le Tong cleared her throat, "When Baobao and I went shopping last ti, he insisted on buying father-son outfits, so I bought them. This morning, I saw there was no sweater in your suitcase, and without checking your preference, I put this one in. Take a look; if you don’t like it, have soone buy a couple more for you."
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