"I understand now."
After a long silence, Shen Cheng finally spoke.
With no excess words, just these faint four characters.
Regarding her response, so of the senior executives were puzzled, but they didn’t dare to ask more, so they exchanged glances with Zhao Qianxiu.
Zhao Qianxiu intuitively inquired softly to Shen Cheng, "CEO, do you need soone to clean this up?"
"No need."
"Then..."
"Go busy yourself."
After the people left, Shen Cheng stood outside the archives room for quite so ti.
She wanted to enter, but the floor was covered with rose petals, leaving no place to step, so she took off her shoes and stepped onto them barefoot.
After entering, she casually closed the door and locked it.
The archives room was spacious, at least a hundred square ters, with every inch of space blanketed in a thick layer of rose petals.
She probably understood.
The incident that occurred outside the elevator in the morning was an uncontrollable escalation; it had not been his intention to make her angry from the start.
Sotis misunderstandings co so abruptly that if you’re not prepared, they deliver the most lethal blow.
Suddenly, she clenched her hand, the very one that had struck him.
She always thought herself to be a woman capable of letting go without regrets, not letting trivial matters disturb her peace of mind.
But she was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
She found a spot to sit down, grabbed a handful of petals, and brought them to her nose, inhaling their scent greedily.
Looking at the roomful of roses, she gave a wry smile.
Why must a woman be so sentintal, hating you to death one minute, blaming you madly the next, and now, loving you to intoxication.
She didn’t know how long she stayed in the archives room, nor what ti it was when she left. After returning to her office and finishing the remaining work, it had already beco dark.
Shi Yu had invited Qin Jin for drinks, and Qin Jin had cheerfully accepted, heading to the agreed place after having dinner with Ye Zi.
When he arrived, Shi Yu was already drinking, with more than ten bottles of vintage wine on the table. Two bottles were opened, and one was nearly empty.
Red wine was ant to be savored slowly, but he was guzzling it from the bottle, his adam’s apple moving, as wine poured ceaselessly into his throat.
The red liquid followed the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his white shirt, leaching out streaks of red.
Qin Jin was experienced in such matters and could tell from one glance that Shi Yu was in a bad mood. So, he didn’t disturb him. He sat down beside him and opened a bottle to drink as well.
It wasn’t until Shi Yu had finished the wine in the bottle that Qin Jin laughed, "There are two reasons a man drowns his sorrows in drink: one for a woman, and the other, still for a woman."
As he spoke, he opened another bottle and passed it to Shi Yu, "What’s wrong, had a fight with the sister-in-law?"
Shi Yu didn’t reply, he just took the bottle from him, clinked it against his, and with his sword eyebrows knitted together, said, "Drink if you want to drink, stop spouting nonsense."
Qin Jin laughed heartily, "I’ll keep you company, we won’t return until we’re drunk."
After drinking three bottles each, the two stopped, each lit a cigarette, and began to talk.
Their conversation revolved around why won are so difficult to please, how to appease them, and whether one should even bother...
Knock knock knock.
Right then, soone knocked on the private room door from outside.
"Gentlen, would you like to order a few ladies to accompany you with your drinks? We have new arrivals today, both beautiful and sexy!"
The woman knocking was over forty, known as the ’Chicken Mother’ in the nightclub.
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