Please, just because of these two words, all threats appear unserious and lack any intimidation, right?!
Under this strange mood, Yan Jian did not go back again, but rather hurriedly stood up and fled the restroom in near panic.
Hah, what on earth?!
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After work, the slanting sun fills the windows.
Because it’s winter, the setting sun is not golden but tinted with night, turning into a deep tea color.
Like a cup of overly strong oolong tea, or a bowl of dicinal soup.
Yan Jian bit her nails, nervously watching her colleagues leave after work.
Everyone who turned to leave couldn’t help but glance at her, kindly asking, "Still not leaving?"
Although they had no idea what she was staying behind to wait for, their questions seed to hold a hint of mischievous intent to her.
She nervously couldn’t stop biting her nails, forcing herself to maintain a consistent smile, repeatedly replying, "Yes, staying a bit longer, be careful on your way."
Their questions were more of a social nicety than a genuine inquiry, and she could easily handle them.
Until Catherine descended the stairs in her high heels.
Everyone else was just polite, but Catherine was definitely probing deliberately.
Sure enough, Catherine hugged her coat, using her height advantage to raise her chin even further: "Why have you suddenly decided to stay for overti?"
Yan Jian tried hard to smile: "Oh, don’t misunderstand, Catherine, you don’t need to pay overti."
Catherine shrugged: "No need to explain in particular, I don’t believe Tang Family’s fourth miss needs to earn a wallet through a bit of overti pay. I’m just curious why you stayed behind."
Yan Jian took a deep breath: "Design drafts. You’ve continuously rejected several drafts, and I took them ho and worked late into the night, the family noticed and were very worried. So i thought I’d better stay and finish them satisfactorily before going back."
The reason was sound, but Catherine was sowhat skeptical.
"Really? Why don’t I stay too, and you can show anyti once you’re done. This set of designs is ultimately mine, the overall quality should be my responsibility, there’s no reason for to leave early while you work overti."
Yan Jian truly panicked: "No need. It’s my own poor work, I should bear the responsibility myself...Moreover, I can’t guarantee I’ll be satisfied tonight, perhaps I won’t even find the inspiration, so it’d be wasted effort if you stayed. How about tomorrow morning, as soon as you’re in, I’ll show you."
Catherine squinted and raised her red lips: "Alright, then I’ll leave first."
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After speaking, Catherine clearly saw a glint of expression passing through Yan Jian’s eyes.
It was: relieved.
Catherine held back a sneer, turned, and left.
The cold wind outside wrapped in night swept over her as she took a deep breath.
This evening, sothing must be amiss. Her temporary departure did not an letting Tang Yanjian off the hook. She would make a surprise return, to see what exactly Tang Yanjian was up to!
Driving her wine-red DS into the night, she had no mood for dinner.
She squinted at her car.
Wine-red, this year’s trending color; DS, French for Deesse, goddess.
That’s why she chose this car, pointed it out to Jas, and Jas paid for it without hesitation.
At that ti, she was happy enough to want to jump up like a little girl.
Not caring about the car’s price, she was pleased with his attitude toward her, thinking he agreed with the psychological hint in picking this car. In his heart, he must appreciate her fashion sense and certainly see her as his goddess, right?
She cared about him, she loved him...to the point that it exceeded her imagination.
She was a model, surrounded by magnates, athletes, even European Royal Family mbers; Jas wasn’t even the most attractive.
But...she just liked him.
So, for five years, she almost sacrificed herself to stay by his side for five years.
Even though knowing he never regarded her as an official girlfriend, knowing he had no intention of marriage, even understanding —he had Ben Shaming beside him and had spent nights with n several tis, she endured it all.
She even felt sorry for him, knowing his being with n was rely due to trauma from his youth. He might...still be lost.
She patiently guarded him, waited for him.
She thought he’d surely understand her sincerity, that he’d accept her feelings, so she’d wait for him to get past his youthful frivolity, grow a bit more, and eventually make her his wife.
Lost in thought, suddenly the opposing car’s headlights flashed strong beams, she yanked the steering wheel but found the brakes weren’t working!
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