He might even get a raise in his bonus.
Assistant Gao walked with a spring in his step, "President Shen, the express delivery from the boss’s wife."
Shen Dang tipped his chin upward, "Leave it on the desk and get out."
Shen Dang took a craft knife and opened the express package to find a delicate box inside, which contained a deep blue tie.
He took it out and hung it on his hand, tilting his head to appreciate it for a mont; the deep blue tie exuded a refined elegance.
Shen Dang picked up the box and left the office.
"President Shen, where are you going?"
Shen Dang said indifferently to Assistant Gao, "I’m off to Jiang City, email if there’s anything."
The boss’s wife sends a gift, and you scamper off to see her—what is that?
If this isn’t true love, what is?
This is fucking true love!
"Sure thing!"
Assistant Gao happily agreed.
Once Shen Dang left, Assistant Gao’s face imdiately fell.
With the boss gone, his workload had just increased a lot. The life of a wage earner is so humble.
...
The filming crew had a dinner gathering that evening.
Jiang City was still chilly.
After finishing her scenes, Qiao Xi and the crew headed to the hot pot restaurant together.
Halfway through the al, Qiao Xi’s phone rang.
She took out her phone and saw it was a call from Shen Dang.
She wiped her mouth and told the others at the table, "I need to take a call first."
Qiao Xi stepped out of the private room, closed the door, and walked to the other end of the corridor before answering.
"Hello?"
"Have you finished shooting?"
Shen Dang’s deep voice ca through, mixed with the sound of wind.
"Currently having a dinner with colleagues."
"Where are you guys?"
Qiao Xi found his question odd, "At a hot pot restaurant."
Shen Dang’s tone was light, "I’m waiting for you downstairs."
"???" Qiao Xi paused, "You’re... not in Jiang City, right?"
No way, right?
"Congratulations, you guessed correctly."
Qiao Xi couldn’t understand Shen Dang’s move and was quite surprised, "Why did you co?"
Shen Dang lazily smiled, "Let’s talk when you get back."
Qiao Xi reentered the private room, apologized to everyone with embarrassnt, "My husband is here. You guys enjoy your al, I’ll have to leave first."
Mo Qing looked at her, "Invite your husband to join us. We still haven’t gotten to know who he is."
"My husband is shy and doesn’t like eting people. He’s not from our circle. Maybe so other ti when there’s a chance," Qiao Xi made up an excuse.
Jiang Yongge and Qin Mo, who knew the inside story, thought: ...
Boss Shen, shy???
Su Tutu had just caught a glimpse of the na on Qiao Xi’s phone and waved ambiguously to her, "Go on then, be safe. I’ll go back with everyone later."
"Alright."
Qiao Xi laughed, picked up her purse, and left.
Mo Qing raised her eyes, "Who is Qiao Xi’s husband?"
"I... can’t say," Su Tutu chuckled mischievously.
"Could it be that he’s too ugly to see people?" Mo Qing wondered.
"Not ugly, he’s quite the handso guy!"
If Boss Shen were ugly, then there would be no attractive people left in this world.
"Handso than your husband?"
"Just a tiny bit more," Su Tutu gestured with her fingernail.
Even though Sheng Chao was the husband she loved the most, she couldn’t lie against conscience.
"So why not spill the beans to quietly?"
"Director, please be serious. Act your age, not gossip like youngsters. Let’s focus on the hot pot."
Mo Qing: "..."
Fortunately, the hot pot restaurant was not too far from the hotel they were staying at, and it took Qiao Xi about fifteen minutes to get there.
She stepped out of the taxi and saw Shen Dang leaning against the car with a cigarette between his fingers.
The light from the cigarette flickered in the wind, and a trail of smoke wafted up from his nose.
Shen Dang stood with one hand in his pocket, his tall figure accentuating his outstanding height and glimring under the light.
Qiao Xi walked closer, seeing him lower his gaze, his dense lashes veiling his eyes, dark shadows beneath his eyelids.
The man was undeniably handso, with an effortless nobility in his laid-back deanor.
They had known each other for years, like two parallel lines that never intersected, yet they beca like this because of an agreent.
Indeed, she wasn’t wrong; Shen Dang was like the moon in the sky, Qiao Xi never imagined they would have such a day together.
Seeing him suddenly here gave Qiao Xi an unreal feeling, and a faint hint of palpitation.
Shen Dang ca to find her?
Why was Shen Dang looking for her?
It didn’t seem like there was anything between them.
"Shen Dang."
Qiao Xi called out.
Shen Dang lifted his gaze toward her, his pupils shiny, as if pouring a sky full of stars, "You’re here."
"Why did you co?"
Qiao Xi forgot that she had just asked that question.
Because she was truly surprised.
It had only been a week since their last eting.
"Wait a mont."
Shen Dang walked to a nearby trash can to extinguish his cigarette before coming back.
The chilly winter night of Jiang City, under the dim lights, his figure seed to cast a soft halo.
The man approached her, and Qiao Xi then realized he was wearing a tie inside his shirt.
He was dressed in a full suit with a dress shirt, vest, and suit jacket, the deep blue tie tucked under the vest, and over it, a coat that made him look strapping and tall.
His presence was commanding, dignified, and stable.
His attire was as if he had just stepped off a major financial conference.
He exuded an aura heavy with pheromones, truly like an overbearing boss.
His appearance was so handso to her, stirring a hint of attraction in her, irrefutable and undeniable.
Good looks are a di a dozen—
Qiao Xi felt this phrase didn’t apply to Shen Dang.
With Boss Shen’s looks, one could say he was unique.
And that tie, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it seed.
Seeing Qiao Xi standing still, Shen Dang raised his hand and flicked her forehead, "Snap out of it, you’re staring at like I’m an idiot."
Qiao Xi ca to her senses and couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, "Your vanity is acting up again."
Laughter sparkled in Shen Dang’s dark eyes, alluring and enticing, "You’ve got to have the goods to be vain."
Implicitly, he had the goods to be vain.
Qiao Xi pursed her lips with no response.
"Shall we go? Aren’t you cold standing here?"
"Cold, I was in the middle of eating hot pot when you called."
Shen Dang detected the hint of complaint in her words and smiled with a cocked lip, "Then I’ll order so takeout for you to continue later."
"Rather than eating at the restaurant, you insist on ordering takeout."
"Let’s find another hot pot place, then."
"No need, it’s too cold."
"Then let’s go back."
Shen Dang took Qiao Xi’s hand and walked towards the hotel. He didn’t even pause at the hotel entrance, tossed the car keys to the valet, and led Qiao Xi through the lobby and into the elevator, living up to his overbearing boss style.
Qiao Xi was stunned the mont Shen Dang grabbed her wrist.
His palm was warm and tender, the gentle touch instantly transferring warmth to her hand.
And so, Qiao Xi forgot to react, allowing Shen Dang to pull her into the elevator.
Along that short distance, she felt the authoritative presence emanating from Boss Shen.
It was only when the elevator started ascending that Qiao Xi, as if snapping back to reality, withdrew her hand, "What exactly did you co for?"
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