Gu Yuzhi’s resignation had made the design departnt where Xia Wan’an worked a bit restless.
So were worried about whether the new boss would be difficult to get along with, while others were eyeing the now vacant director’s position keenly... Even Xiaochen was affected by the surrounding environnt.
Oh, by the way, Xiaochen’s real na is Chen Qingtian. Despite the lovely na, she ca off as rather unkempt with her bulky black-frad glasses and bangs that covered half of her face. Her monotone-grey outfit made it hard to relate her to a sunny day, as her na suggested.
Chen Qingtian: "Wan’an, who do you think will be the new director? Will he or she be difficult to handle?"
Chen Qingtian: "Wan’an, do you think it could be ’Pucker Face’ getting promoted? Oh, if she gets promoted, I’m dood..."
The ’Pucker Face’ Chen Qingtian referred to was Tang Jia. The reason she had been given that na by Xiaochen, was because every ti she encountered soone better than her, she would make sour remarks until she felt better.
These concerns of Chen Qingtian didn’t exist for Xia Wan’an.
She, who was simply considering using the opportunity of managent changes to take it easy and sneak in so sleep, was disturbed five tis within ten minutes by Xiaochen.
When Xiaochen called her na for the sixth ti, Xia Wan’an looked at Chen Qingtian, her eyes filled with grievances, and said mysteriously: "Chen Qingtian, don’t worry about this, truth be told, the director’s position is mine!"
As luck would have it, the noisy office fell silent the mont Xia Wan’an opened her mouth.
As a result, her otherwise easily overlooked voice drifted into the ears of many people around her.
Then, within a second, everyone’s attention was on her.
Xia Wan’an was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a crevice to crawl into.
Damn, was it cursed? Why did everyone stop talking every ti she opened her mouth?
Faced with everyone’s strange looks, Xia Wan’an quickly ca up with a strategy, blinked her eyes, and hastily said: "Ah, don’t worry, I was just daydreaming!"
Having said that, Xia Wan’an yawned and buried her head on her desk as though completely exhausted.
Good thing she reacted quickly!
Just as Xia Wan’an was secretly relieved, a sarcastic voice rang out beside her: "Well, Xiaoxia has been in our departnt for the shortest ti, just a year? No matter how you look at it, it’s not your turn to be the director. Certainly a daydream, indeed!"
Without looking up, Xia Wan’an knew that it was Miss ’Pucker Face’ Tang Jia speaking.
Following her words, a few light laughs rang out. Xia Wan’an knew without looking, that they must be the colleagues who got along well with Tang Jia.
Xia Wan’an couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. Seeing that the office atmosphere had returned to normal, she covered her ears tightly and went back to sleep.
When she woke up, it was almost ti to get off work.
Wiping off a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth, she took out her phone to book a ride and noticed two unread text ssages.
"Sixty million, OK?"
"Seventy million, imdiate transfer."
It’s that idiot who wants to buy a house again, sending text ssages from two different numbers. Is he showing off his multiple phones?
...
anwhile, at the hospital.
Xie Lin, clad in a white coat, pushed open the ward door with a rather serious look on his face: "Mr. Han."
Han Jingnian, who was leaning against the headboard attending a video conference, glanced at him and sensed that sothing might have happened. He then gave his assistant Zhang Te a look, telling him to pause the eting.
Once the ward was quiet again, Xie Lin handed the file in his hand to Han Jingnian.
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