The afternoon sun should have been warm and pleasant, but at so point, the weather changed. Dark clouds covered the sun, the sky gradually turned somber, and an unexpected drizzle started. Although it was very light, so light it was almost negligible, it couldn’t prevent Tang Yanqi from standing in the rain. By the ti Sheng Jianan arrived, her hair had beco soaked and clung to her face in strands.
Sheng Jianan saw Tang Yanqi standing in the rain from a distance. Her thin fra, he had no doubt, could be blown away by a passing wind.
Sheng Jianan’s expression soured. Was this woman a pig? Less than a hundred ters behind her was the entrance to Shengshi Group. Couldn’t she wait inside?
With a quick acceleration followed by a sudden brake, the car hadn’t even co to a complete stop before Sheng Jianan rushed out. In just a few steps, he was in front of Tang Yanqi and, without preamble, rebuked, "Didn’t I tell you to wait inside? Do you not understand human language?"
With that, Sheng Jianan didn’t look at Tang Yanqi, took her hand, and headed inside Shengshi.
The receptionist hadn’t even had ti to react, only felt a dark cloud pass by, followed by the sight of their president disappearing into the elevator.
On the top floor, Qiao Zi had just finished her work, sent out an email to Sheng Jianan, stretched her stiff shoulders, and was about to head to the break room to make herself a cup of coffee, when she heard a "ding" as the elevator doors opened.
Qiao Zi was stunned. What was going on? Wasn’t the president supposed to be in the United States? How did he co back?
And who was the person following him with their head down?
Although she hadn’t seen clearly, Qiao Zi’s years of professional training made her body respond instinctively. She quickly stepped out, "President."
Looking clearly at the person behind Sheng Jianan, Qiao Zi was just about to greet them respectfully when she heard Sheng Jianan speak with irritation, "Prepare a clean set of clothes and send it over."
"Uh, yes!"
After Sheng Jianan spoke, he already led Tang Yanqi into his office, and without another word, took her into the restroom of the lounge, turned on the heater: "Stupid woman, can you take a shower? If you dare to get sick, I’ll make you wish you hadn’t. Do you understand?"
Tang Yanqi kept her head down. She didn’t really hear what Sheng Jianan was saying. She only knew that the mont Sheng Jianan took her hand, she felt as if her frostbitten body was suddenly enveloped in warmth.
She only knew that when the heater was turned on and the warm sensation flooded down from above, the tip of her nose tingled with emotion.
Suddenly, Tang Yanqi extended her arms around Sheng Jianan’s waist, burying her small face into his chest. She was cold; every part of her was cold, bone-chillingly cold. She desperately, urgently wanted so warmth, to remind her that she was still alive.
Like the little match girl on a snowy Christmas night, even the trivial light of a match spark could give rise to beautiful fantasies.
Tang Yanqi knew the person in front of her was Sheng Jianan; she also knew she had no right to hug him like this. But right now, she genuinely just wanted a little warmth, even if just a tiny bit.
Sheng Jianan was startled by her action, looked down at the woman in his arms. Was it his imagination? Why did it seem like she had lost weight after just a few days of him being away?
Tang Yanqi’s hair was glued together from being soaked, looking as if she hadn’t washed it for a long ti, and there were so unknown stains on her clothes.
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