Gu Moming was so angry with her that his teeth were itching, and he said fiercely, "You watch out, if you cry for him again, I’ll hit you."
Gu Qimiao pouted and said nothing. She didn’t want to think about the future; she only wanted to have the present.
Otherwise, even if she left him now, she would regret it in the future.
Seeing that he seed a bit unhappy, Gu Qimiao changed the topic, "Isn’t it ti to go to the hospital for a check-up this weekend?"
Mo Ming sulked and said, "Check-up? Wouldn’t it be better if I died? If I don’t die from illness, I’ll die from your anger!"
Gu Qimiao lowered her eyes, gazing outside the window without speaking.
He always warned her, but she never listened. It was natural for him to be angry.
But she couldn’t bring herself to give up on the chance to be close to him just because she felt unworthy.
It might be foolish, but she loved him so stubbornly. From the mont he held her and took her ho, this man had gradually filled her heart.
The bed she ordered online had arrived and was already assembled, likely sorted by Mo Ming in the afternoon, with the bed already made.
His big bed and her small bed were side by side, only a ter apart.
But in Italy, they used to sleep in the sa bed. Now, this girl had grown up.
Perhaps because she was going to work at Shen Yanchen’s company, her mood was exceptionally good, humming little tunes all night.
"If you keep humming, I’ll throw you out the window!" Mo Ming leaned against the head of his bed, annoyed and scolded her.
She pouted and fell silent, watered the small potted plants one by one, tidied up a bit, and seeing it was close to ten, obediently went to bed.
Thinking she would see him again the next morning and work in the sa office, she felt as giddy as a girl experiencing her first love. She anticipated the whole night, dreaming of him walking towards her on a red carpet in a white suit, but she just couldn’t reach him.
The next day, she woke up earlier than usual, had breakfast outside with Mo Ming, who didn’t say he would take her, and to be precise, didn’t speak to her all morning.
Gu Qimiao knew his temper, so she didn’t mind, happily hopping to the bus stop and taking the bus to Sheng Han Group.
Considering it was a company, she rarely wore formal attire, donning a white casual shirt and a black A-line skirt, adding a touch of maturity to her usual tranquil and fresh look, making her fit in among the crowd.
Like other employees, she crowded into the general elevator, experiencing the fast-paced life of office workers for the first ti.
Upon reaching the top floor, she climbed the stairs to the president’s office as she did before.
It was still early, and the atmosphere wasn’t as stern as previous visits; early birds were still chatting.
Gu Qimiao didn’t know them nor did she have a thick enough skin to start a conversation, so she went straight to Shen Yanchen’s office.
Shen Yanchen had deliberately instructed not to lock the door the night before, so Gu Qimiao walked right in.
Then the people outside began to gossip.
"See? The president’s wife can’t escape! She’s been looking for President Shen several tis in the past few days!"
"Yes, didn’t President Shen renovate a compartnt in his office? I saw it when I delivered coffee; that style is totally not President Shen’s, it’s got to be for this girl."
"Oh my, why isn’t there a man who loves like that?"
"And such an outstanding man too. When President Shen makes their relationship public, many girls will cry their hearts out."
"It’s strange though, why doesn’t President Shen make his relationship public?"
"Probably wants to give his wife a stable life. President Shen has always been quite low-key, hasn’t he?"
"Why am I so jealous?"
A colleague next to her disdainfully said, "Ugly and petty!"
They dispersed and hurried back to their posts when they heard the "ding" of a nearby elevator.
The elevator doors slowly opened, revealing Shen Yanchen walking in front, with He Ye trailing behind him.
"Brother Shen, did you manage to sort out that Miaomiao? I don’t even know what to call her."
Shen Yanchen stopped and glared back at him, "Why do you need to call her anything? I don’t want to see you hitting on her."
Seeing his earnest expression, He Ye nearly burst out laughing. This man was truly... petty.
Smilingly, he agreed with the "tyrannical" boss, "Yes, yes, I’ll stay clear."
Shen Yanchen’s face remained cool as he continued walking forward.
He Ye automatically returned to his office, feeling curious. Is love really that magical? Should he find a girl to try it out?
But then again, he preferred different flavors every day; stability wasn’t quite his style.
Shen Yanchen walked into his office and imdiately glanced towards the glass compartnt. Through the frosted glass, he could faintly see soone inside, so he walked over.
Without knocking, he pushed the door open and saw her lying on the sofa, gazing out the window. Hearing the door, she turned to look at him.
"You’re here so early?"
Gu Qimiao smiled and replied, "Just got here not long ago."
"Had breakfast?"
"Yes!"
Shen Yanchen’s eyes scanned the room. With her belongings inside, it felt warr, "Is everything alright?"
Gu Qimiao got off the sofa and stood up properly, "Quite good."
"Alright then, you get busy. I have a morning eting. If you need anything, call the assistant outside."
Gu Qimiao obediently nodded, not wanting to be a bother since he’d already been so busy.
After he left, she began her work too. About two hours later, she heard voices outside.
Gu Qimiao’s first instinct was that he had returned from his eting, so she glanced through the few transparent glass strips on the frosted wall, only to see the assistant leading a woman in...
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