Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Her colleagues looked on helplessly and could only cast Zhuang Nainai sympathetic glances.
Zhuang Nainai headed downstairs resignedly.
At the cafe, she ordered fifty takeouts and pleaded for them to hurry with the orders before sitting down at the side to wait.
The food was all packed about 15 minutes later. Staring at the table loaded with lunchboxes, Zhuang Nainai estimated that she had to make three trips to get everything upstairs.
She was about to take her leave when the cashier walked over.
Miss, that will be $1100 for the fifty takeouts.
Zhuang Nainai was dumbstruck.
She did not bring her wallet down with her, and even if she did, she did not have that much money!
Zhuang Nainai put on a pitiful face and replied,
I forgot my wallet, how about you send someone upstairs with me and collect the money?
The cafe staff reluctantly rejected,
Miss, you see it too, we have a small shop with very few staff. We can’t even do delivery. I’m really sorry, how about you make a call to your colleagues and get one of them to bring the money?
Call a colleague?
She did not have any co-worker’s number in her phone!
In times like this, she would have to trouble executive assistant Ji!
She had resignedly taken out her phone to find Ji Chen’s number when a male voice called out to her,
Zhuang Nainai?
Zhuang Nainai looked up to find a man in his late twenties in front of her.
The man was well groomed in a suit. His warm, smiling features also made him look very approachable.
But the problem was…
You are?
Zhuang Nainai inquired cautiously. The man looked familiar, but she could not recall where they had met.
The man laughed out loud.
You don’t remember me? I’m also a graduate from Beijing University, but four years your senior. We met when I went back for our school’s homecoming.
Zhuang Nainai finally remembered.
You are senior Su Jinhui!
Su Jinhui was popular in their school’s design faculty, for he had managed to secure the position of Imperial Group fashion design department’s Vice Director.
Su Jinhui smiled.
That’s me.
He then took out his wallet from his pocket and passed the cashier a thousand dollars.
Zhuang Nainai waved him off.
Don’t… I…
Su Jinhui saw her discomfort and understandingly replied,
No worries, you can return the sum to me upstairs. I’m in unit 1818.
Thanks then!
Zhuang Nainai relented as she found it embarrassing to trouble Ji Chen.
Su Jinhui raised his brows at the table laden with lunchboxes and offered,
Let me help…
He was cut off by Zhuang Nainai before he could finish.
No need, senior, you continue with your lunch!
How could she let the Vice Director of the fashion design department help with her lunch errand?
Besides, she had noticed that he was not yet done with his lunch!
Zhuang Nainai then carried ten lunchboxes in each hand and ran out before Su Jinhui could reply.
I’ll come back for the rest in a while!
The cafe was right across the Imperial Group building. Pedestrians looked on as Zhuang Nainai’s petite frame dragged twenty lunchboxes across the road.
She dashed to the employee’s lift lobby, where many people watched and pointed at her.
Right then…
Ding!
The door to the private lift for the CEO opened, and Si Zhengting exited surrounded by executive assistant Ji Chen and his bodyguards.
