Han Shaojing’s reputation in H city, although not as widely known as Lu Yinchu’s, is certainly well-known within certain circles. Whenever the na "Shaojing" is ntioned, most people are familiar with it.
Shaojing is known to be amiable, generous, and honorable, which made him more approachable compared to Lu Yinchu. Even though won might admire Lu Yinchu, they’d rather get close to Shaojing!
Therefore, it’s no wonder that he’s always surrounded by admirers! This, of course, is the image of Han Shaojing as perceived by the outsiders.
Even sotis when Shaojng would look at the mirror, he would wonder: Is this gentle-eyed yet seemingly soulless man, really ?
However, when it cos to his feelings, while others may find them perplexing, he himself had a clear understanding of them!
In his heart, there were only two instances when he had genuinely given his love — one is unrequited love, and the other is love that can’t be confessed.
The unrequited love concerns Lu Yinyue, whereas the unexpressed love pertains to Han Qing.
The first ti he saw Han Qing, he was quite taken aback. Despite her modest attire, she exuded an air of quiet elegance.
Unlike Xiaoyue, but equally captivating — at least to him!
When he took Han Qing under his wing, he didn’t think much of it. It was the stubborn look in her eyes that stirred sothing in him, making him restless. He inexplicably felt that, given the chance, she could make a great career for herself — an accomplishnt commonly associated with n!
He realized his feelings for her four months after she arrived in H City.
By then, Han Qing’s position at the Yueting Group remained an assistant. Her remarkable performance had intimidated her superior, perhaps because he sensed her potential as a threat!
One day, when the Planning Departnt held a eting to discuss a proposal’s feasibility, despite being an assistant, Han Qing boldly denied the director’s proposal, embarrassing and angering everyone.
When one’s carefully planned proposal is refuted by their own assistant, it’s understandable that the director, whose dignity had been challenged, would snap back with criticism!
When Han Shaojing first got wind of this, he was surprised. He went to Han Qing, only to find that she was absent, with colleagues having no idea about her whereabouts.
Han Shaojing frowned, wondering if all of this had taken a toll on her, causing her to withdraw.
And in fact, that’s exactly what had happened! Han Shaojing found her hiding in a vacant conference room, crying!
Han Shaojing was taken aback, rembering how she hadn’t shed a single tear when her father, Han Wengang, had mistreated her back at ho.
But now, she was crying over a minor setback at work!
When Han Shaojing entered the room, Han Qing stiffened. Upon realizing it was Shaojing, she hurriedly wiped away her tears, turned away, and put on a ruthless façade — it was heartbreaking!
Heartbreaking!
Heartbreaking, once again!
Han Shaojing couldn’t understand why every ti he saw Han Qing, it wasn’t her tragic background that made him feel compassion, nor her painful experiences, but her stubbornness and obstinacy!
He walked over and sat down next to her. Without glancing at her, he said, "Strange!"
Han Qing turned to look at him, puzzled. Shaojing laughed, "I an, I’m surprised you can cry. Did you know? I almost thought you lacked tear ducts!"
Han Qing: "..."
She bit her lip, turned away, and said, "Not funny at all!"
Shaojing shrugged, "Yeah, it’s not funny at all, so you have no reason to laugh. But I don’t understand why you would cry in here just because your boss said a few words. Is a minor issue like this worth crying about?"
With gritted teeth, Han Qing replied, "This isn’t a minor issue. If we roll out such an outdated and uninspired plan, the company will definitely suffer losses. Then who will take the responsibility?"
"Do you think I, as the CEO, am just a decorative piece? For any plan to be implented, it needs approval from the board of directors and . Without my signature, how can they proceed?"
"..." Han Qing pursed her lips and stopped talking!
Han Shaojing sighed, reached over, and gently pushed her head onto his shoulder. Han Qing struggled, "What are you doing?"
"It seems like you haven’t cried enough. As your cousin, I’m offering my shoulder for you to cry on. You won’t be asked to pay for suit cleaning!"
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