Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Si Zhengting entered his office at the top floor and started working through his pile of documents. The tense atmosphere in the room left the secretaries waiting outside in jitters.
The executive assistant arrived, and they collectively heaved a sigh of relief. After dumping all their files on him, they fled as if they were being chased.
Ji Chen sighed and left the arranged documents outside the door. He then looked down at the lunch box in his hands.
He quietly walked into the office and discreetly left the box on Si Zhengting’s table.
Si Zhengting paused midway through a signature, caught a glimpse of the lunch box, and harshly scolded,
Busybody.
Ji Chen apologized at once in a serious tone.
It’s my bad, Sir.
He then continued,
These pieces have not fallen out of the box and are still edible. I will get rid of them though, if you don’t want them.
Si Zhengting watched him head out again with the box. He wrinkled his brows and made a low grunt.
Are you out of things to do?
Ji Chen halted in his steps and placed the lunch box back onto the table with indifference. Lowering his head, he replied,
Yes, Sir, I will tend to my duties now.
When Ji Chen was out of sight, Si Zhengting’s gaze landed on the cartoon lunch box.
It was the same kind of lunch box she always used five years back, with cute animals making funny poses on the lid.
Just like the spirit she brought to people. Joy, vitality, and the tenacity of never giving up.
Si Zhengting sat in a daze for a minute before opening the lunch box.
Only half of an egg was left, along with a few pieces of banana and one potato cake.
He reached in and placed each of the food item into his mouth.
Even though the food was already cold, the taste was familiar, exactly like he remembered. He suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
Zhuang Nainai was thrown out of the Imperial Group. Again.
The scene was no longer foreign to the receptionist at the lobby.
Embarrassment was written on Zhuang Nainai’s face; she felt a pang of disappointment.
She had hoped to enter the building with her lovingly prepared breakfast. But from the looks of it, Si Zhengting was not having any of it.
What could she do?
Si Zhengting did not exit at noon. Zhuang Nainai clenched her teeth and prepared to sneak in as a delivery person, but she walked right into Ji Chen at the front door.
Ji Chen’s lips twitched in amusement. Was she expecting to sneak in under their watch?
In the afternoon, Zhuang Nainai made a second attempt as a delivery man and was barred entry by the security guards again.
It’s doomed.
Under the watchful eyes of his bodyguards, she could not get within a 10-meter radius of Si Zhengting!
How would she be able to marry him when it’s like that!
Time ticked by slowly. It was now 6:30 in the evening.
The autumn sky outside darkened.
Beijing City’s night was decorated with bright lights.
Zhuang Nainai stood under a streetlight with her phone pressed to her face. The pale and weak light shone in patches on her delicate face.
Nainai, have you decided?
Lin Xi’er’s anxious voice came from the phone.
Mr. Si will never let you off if you do this!
Zhuang Nainai cracked a smile and shrugged it off.
It’ll be alright! I was, after all, his old lover. He would spare me… won’t he?
Her tone was light, but her heart grew heavy with worry.
This would be testing his limits.
But this was her last chance, she must win over Si Zhengting tonight. What would happen to her mother if she could not get the 500 thousand dollars by tomorrow?
