Chenxing listened carefully, feeling she gained a lot from the exchange with the butler, then she went online to research old customs, to see what she should avoid and pay attention to.
The clock on the wall had flipped to twelve, Chenxing let out a yawn, rubbing her eyes.
Watching sheets of paper being ejected from the printer, she researched each one thoroughly, making sure they were flawless. With a heavy press of the stapler. OK. Done. So sleepy.
Shaocheng was still deep in sleep, his hand, which was wrapped around his waist, had unwound. Alone, he lay on the chair, asleep.
And Chenxing, sneering at him. She, who was most afraid of him sleeping and not waking up, would always playfully squeeze his nose to wake him up. Tonight, she had tucked him in again.
The thought of him brought her peace, she prayed silently: Shaocheng, don’t wake up, sleep so more, get a full sleep.
The room was quiet.
Chenxing shifted, continuing to take care of things within her ability.
Organizing his desk for him, reading simple docunts, signing off on trivial matters, mimicking his signature.
But she did not dare to take liberties with important docunts, she categorised them carefully, placed them on the desk, and marked them clearly.
Finally, she worked through the night without realizing it.
The phone on her desk rang, and she hesitated, glancing at Gu Shaocheng, who was still sleeping soundly, and decided to answer the call. She said "Hello" in a soft voice, then politely said, "Shaocheng is still asleep, could you call back later if you need sothing?"
The person on the other end heard her voice, paused a mont, and asked, "Who is this?"
"My na is Chenxing."
"Chenxing..." The other party heard her na and let out a aningful chuckle, "rcury? A woman made of water. Nice na."
"Thank you." She was astonished that soone knew her na derived from rcury. That person must be very well-learned. Complinted, Chenxing was feeling slightly proud. Yes, her na was derived from rcury, and in ancient China, rcury was called Chenxing. Unfortunately, there’s no water on rcury...
"My na is Tian Junhao, can you rember it?"
Tian Junhao. Chenxing promptly wrote his na down. His voice was very pleasant, deep and lodious with a magnetic quality, just like Gu Shaocheng’s, carrying the natural-born tone of a king. He continued on the phone: "When Shaocheng wakes up, tell him I’m interested in the matter he asked about yesterday. Let him get his personnel in touch with my personnel directly, no need to call about it. I’ve already told my people, do you rember?"
Chenxing rapidly noted it down, then seriously said, "Yes, I’ve got it. Do you have anything else you want to pass on?"
The man on the other end chuckled, "No. So, goodbye."
"Goodbye." Chenxing hung up and continued with her work. Yawning contiguously, she didn’t even notice when she fell asleep on her desk.
The scene froze.
Ti passed quickly. Around nine in the morning, Gu Shaocheng’s cell phone rang again, waking him up. He realized he’d fallen asleep in the study. Looking up, he saw a girl sitting in the chair next to him, lying on the desk sound asleep, dribbling a puddle of drool on her arm.
Looking at this scene, Gu Shaocheng couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
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