Wen Qiao and Ning Li walked together, discussing which dishes to order later. Director Li was such a penny-pincher, and since he rarely treats anyone, they were determined to take him for a ride.
"Hey, Lu Ang." Wen Qiao walked backward, speaking to Lin Luang who was behind her: "If you’re too shy to say what you want to eat later, just tell , and I’ll order for you!"
Lin Luang smiled and nodded: "Okay."
Wen Qiao gave an "ok" sign with her hand, and just as she turned around, she happened to step down the stairs. She missed her footing and tumbled down the steps.
"Watch out!"
Lin Luang, whose eyes hadn’t left her yet, quickly grabbed her wrist with lightning speed and pulled her back with force.
Wen Qiao staggered forward a few steps, with one hand held by him and the other pressed against her chest, bumping into Lin Luang’s torso.
Wen Qiao exhaled in relief, still shaken, blinked her eyes, and looked up at Lin Luang: "It’s good that you caught . Otherwise, if I had fallen, I would have cried."
Wen Qiao wasn’t short, and after her shower, her hair was tied in a bun that just touched Lin Luang’s nose, bringing the familiar scent of roses into his nostrils again.
Lin Luang found that Wen Qiao seed to really like roses. Throughout the day with her, a faint fragrance of roses was always present.
He looked down and saw her slightly disobedient wisps of hair sticking straight up after the shower, which made her look sowhat adorable.
Wen Qiao’s eyes were already charming, like peach blossoms designed to seduce. Even without makeup and the enhancent of eyeliner, the natural blush around her eyes kept them filled with a soft allure.
At that mont, her eyes curved into two little crescents as she smiled, and Lin Luang felt the light reflecting in her eyes was more dazzling than the stars in the sky.
He thought he could hear his own heart pounding deafeningly.
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Perhaps to passersby, this was an extrely pleasing scene. However, from inside a parked black sedan not far away, Fu Jinghen, watching the two embrace and laugh, found the sight extrely irritating.
Feng Li, seated in the passenger seat upon witnessing this scene, fearfully glanced back.
"President Fu, do you want to get out?"
Fu Jinghen stayed silent, staring straight ahead, his expression unfathomable.
Feng Li waited in vain for Fu Jinghen’s response, his breathing growing softer.
After a while, once the group at the hotel entrance had walked away, Feng Li finally heard Fu Jinghen’s voice.
"Let’s go back."
The man’s voice sounded a bit hoarse.
Feng Li summoned the courage to look back.
Fu Jinghen had his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking sowhat weary.
Back when Fu Jinghen and Wen Qiao hadn’t broken off their engagent, he would fly to Hang City every other day to see Wen Qiao. He seed to have a lot of free ti, but in reality, he was quite busy.
Although FS’s staff were all talented individuals recruited from renowned institutions with high salaries, managing such a large company was even more troubleso.
The more talented the staff, the harder it was to gain their confidence. To avoid repeating the mishap that occurred when he first took over the company, Fu Jinghen was hands-on with many tasks, personally following up, which is also why employees at FS were not easily poached by others.
Because the boss was exceptionally capable and approachable.
So every ti he flew to Hang City, he had to deal with all the work beforehand, and upon returning, he had to tackle a mountain of files. It was no easy task.
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