Director Zhang is all about health preservation and never leaves his thermos behind even in sumr. Upon seeing this, he opened the lid, blew on the steam, and after a sip of goji berry tea, he leisurely said, "You young people are really cloying."
"You young people are really cloying."
After Director Zhang said this, he took another sip of tea, then shook his head pretending not to notice, hands clasped behind his back, and left like an old man walking his bird in the park.
Deputy Director Song quickly followed behind. As he left, he was muttering under his breath, "I thought the food would get better today with President Fu here, but then this happens... sigh..."
Soone bumped into Song Qian’s shoulder, and he, who had been in a daze, finally snapped out of it. He instinctively grabbed Lin Ruochun’s wrist that was beside him, eyes still intently staring at the fading silhouette... actually, two silhouettes, and asked, "Please tell , what’s going on now?"
Lin Ruochun followed Song Qian’s gaze and glanced at the two figures before turning to look at Song Qian, unsure of what to say, "This—"
"Little brat, let go of your hand from ."
Lin Ruochun hadn’t finished speaking when a sudden, commanding male voice cut through, startling both of them. Song Qian also let go of Lin Ruochun’s wrist he was holding.
Qin Xiang, holding an ice cream cone in one hand, energetically rushed over and, not having a free hand, nudged Song Qian away from Lin Ruochun’s side with his bottom, squeezing himself between the two.
Song Qian staggered slightly from the nudge, turning slowly to look at the spot beside him. There, he saw Qin Xiang with a subservient, ingratiating smile handing over the ice cream cone in his hand to Lin Ruochun, saying, "Is it hot? Have so ice cream first, I’ll take you for so good food in a bit."
Lin Ruochun took a lick of the ice cream and then asked him, "How co you’re here?"
Qin Xiang smiled goofily, "I missed you, so I ca to see you."
The first ti Lin Ruochun heard these words, her heart would leap with joy, her face flushed and heart racing. But having heard them too many tis, her immunity had built up like a vaccination, calmly licking her ice cream, she humd an "Oh" nonchalantly to brush off Qin Xiang.
Watching Lin Ruochun’s delicate tongue darting in and out, Qin Xiang felt an itch in his heart, coughed lightly to avert his eyes, and, realizing a gaze was fixed on him, turned his head to et Song Qian’s stare. The fawning deanor from monts ago disappeared without a trace, replaced by a serious and earnest expression, with a look of scrutiny and a strong hostility towards outsiders infringing on his territory.
Qin Xiang had always adopted a carefree attitude, running his little company with the protection of his elder brother, and compared to Fu Jinghen, who was tempered in the turbulent business world, he definitely lacked a bit in oppressive aura. However, the natural pride in his bones and the experience from being a few years older than Song Qian were still enough to daunt Song Qian, a university student who hadn’t quite graduated yet.
Song Qian, of course, recognized Qin Xiang and knew about his close relationship with Lin Ruochun. So, at the mont their gazes t, he imdiately stepped back, putting a wide distance between himself and the couple.
Seeing this, Qin Xiang’s displeasure subsided a little.
So, the kid does know his place.
He glanced sideways at Lin Ruochun enjoying her ice cream next to him, then turned to Song Qian and said, "n and won are different. Be more mindful of your actions in the future."
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