Just as the elevator was about to close.
A sharp voice rang out, "Hold on!"
The attendant at the elevator quickly pressed a button, and the elevator doors slowly opened again. Upon seeing the person inside, the attendant looked at the person with slight panic, "Mr. ng!"
ng Heming’s gaze was fixed on the young girl. Seeing her standing there timidly, full of apology, like a child who had done sothing wrong, he gave the attendant a look and said aloud, "Let her in."
After being stopped by the attendant just now, An Yin hurriedly stepped aside. Then she felt the atmosphere around her instantly turn cold, until a familiar voice rang in her ears.
While she was in a daze, the attendant had already co to her side.
"Miss, please co in!" The attendant gestured with his hand.
An Yin glanced at the attendant, then looked dazedly into the elevator, and exclaid, "It’s you!" The man she had t a few tis before!
The attendant felt a chill down his spine, realizing that the young girl knew Mr. ng. Phew... that was close, he almost lost his job. Luckily, the tone he used when speaking to the young girl just now wasn’t too harsh.
"We et again." ng Heming t her clear, shining eyes, a hint of contemplation appearing in his brows, but it was fleeting.
He had a tall, well-proportioned figure, with a prominent nose underneath which his lips were slightly thin, exuding a sense of cold and harshness.
Under the attendant’s reminder, An Yin stepped timidly into the elevator.
As the elevator doors closed, ng Heming looked at the young girl right in front of him, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused.
A cold breeze brushed overhead, blowing the man’s hair softly across his forehead. His black eyes shone faintly from behind the locks of hair, exuding an inexplicable gloom.
Whenever he saw this young girl, ng Heming felt like his heart was about to suffocate, as if sothing was tugging at it, causing a throbbing pain. Perhaps it was just because the girl’s brows and eyes bore a resemblance to soone else!
An Yin tilted her head and noticed the man’s gaze was fixed on her, as if he was trying to see sothing through her. She withdrew her gaze and said softly, "Are you here for a al too?"
Her gentle voice interrupted ng Heming’s musings, prompting him to conceal the lancholy in his brows, "Yes."
ng Heming’s gaze did not leave the young girl. Every ti they t, she wore a mask. A trace of curiosity surfaced on his face, "Got a cold?"
His voice was gentle when he spoke, giving An Yin an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Seeing him looking at her mask, An Yin gave a shy smile, her eyes curved and lively, like the vast stars. She mumbled, "I don’t feel anything."
"Hmm." It seed he was overthinking.
ng Heming felt as if he was seeing his long-missed beloved, a pang of sorrow crossing his heart. This young girl in front of him unknowingly gave him a feeling that was indescribable, making it impossible to ignore.
"Ding..."
They reached the first floor, and the elevator doors opened accordingly.
The ti spent together was always so short, both of them harboring a unique emotion in their hearts.
ng Heming was the first to step out, with An Yin following behind him.
"Mr. ng!"
The attendants on both sides chorused upon seeing the person erging from the elevator. However, what surprised them was the little tail following behind Mr. ng. It was soone they hadn’t seen before, and for a mont, they didn’t know how to address her, exchanging confused glances among themselves.
Before anyone could react, the two had already walked far away.
"You’re leaving?" ng Heming looked at the young girl holding a bag, his dark eyes falling on her slender fra.
"I’m going downstairs to settle the bill." An Yin’s long lashes fluttered. Seeing the man walking slowly, her pace also slowed down.
ng Heming’s gaze was calm, "We’ve run into each other several tis; it’s fate. Tell your room number, and I’ll cover this al."
The young girl had an oval face, with features like a painting and curved eyes with a gentle smile.
As ng Heming watched, his heart also sank, those buried mories in his heart quietly awakening.
"Thank you for your kindness, but there’s no need." An Yin hurriedly declined, looking straight ahead without noticing the man’s eyes that were as deep as a cold pool.
They walked through a hall draped with curtains, with screens separating various scenes, making it a place hard to leave.
The beauty before them could be described as the "Jade Building."
Seeing the young girl’s interest in the indoor decor, the cold face of ng Heming carried a hint of cautiousness, "Do you like it here?"
"I like it." An Yin replied without hesitation.
An Yin approached a red screen, where long curtains hung down, with delicate flowers faintly visible on the thin fabric, appearing beautiful and lingering.
The young girl’s slender figure paired with long black hair cascading down her back, skin white as snow. Standing in this classical setting, for a mont, ng Heming felt he saw his beloved.
"Ying’er..." ng Heming blurted out.
Realizing his gaffe, he was slightly jolted.
The hall was filled with the lodious tunes of a guzheng, resonating in every corner.
An Yin’s attention was entirely on the decor before her, not quite hearing the na the man uttered.
When ng Heming regained his senses, he saw the young girl looking around with interest, clearly not hearing what he had said, and he took a deep breath, his expression turned cold.
As they walked through the hall, a man in a suit hurriedly approached ng Heming, speaking respectfully, "Mr. ng!"
After the manager spoke, he then focused his gaze on the young girl beside him, caught in a dilemma. ng Heming raised his eyebrows, a hint of inscrutability in his voice, "If there’s anything, I’ll call you. You may go now."
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. ng." With that, the manager quickly retreated.
Since the man’s appearance, An Yin had retracted her gaze, her bright eyes blinking and listening intently to their conversation.
ng Heming took in the sight of the young girl listening attentively, his expression gradually relaxing, becoming softer.
"Want to ask sothing?" Seeing the confusion in the young girl’s eyes, ng Heming asked before she could.
"Are you the boss?" An Yin tilted her head, asking naively.
In her eyes, a surna followed by "Mr." ant the person was the boss.
"Yes." ng Heming nodded.
"What kind of store do you run?"
An Yin scrutinized the man before her, who exuded an undeniable sense of luxury. She couldn’t help but be curious about what he did. In truth, An Yin wouldn’t normally ask such questions, as it was quite impolite, but whenever she talked to him, she unconsciously let her guard down, expressing her thoughts. This sense of closeness felt incredible to her.
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