Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Now that I’ve returned, I will not leave again; I will take good care of you in the future…
There was a crisp snap in the meeting room and everyone turned to the source. They were shocked to see the pen in Su Zhinian’s grasp break in two. The room was again thrown back into an eerie silence. However, that only lasted for a minute; since everyone noticed there was no other response from Su Zhinian, they turned their attention back onto the product manager.
The product manager’s confidence visibly flagged compared to when he started. Even his speech had gotten faster like he could not wait to get his presentation over and done with.
Alright, Brother Yinan, let us move away from the sad topics. My birthday is in a few days, can I expect a present?
Of course, I might forget anyone else’s birthday but never yours.
I knew Brother Yinan treats me the best…
Su Zhinian suddenly sprung up from his seat, and everyone’s hearts shrank. The words that were on the product manager’s lips were harshly swallowed back down his throat, his face that looked at Su Zhinian was full of pleading and desperation. Couldn’t they just have a normal meeting?
The product manager uttered in a shaking voice,
CEO…
Before the ‘Su’ could come out, Su Zhinian suddenly kicked the chair behind him and it collapsed with a loud bang. Ignoring the room of managers, a pissed Su Zhinian stormed out the meeting without saying a word to explain himself.
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Song Qingchun and Qin Yinan stayed at the restaurant until 6 pm. Qin Yinan invited Song Qingchun to join him for dinner, but Song Qingchun realized she had to be Su Zhinian’s by 7 pm, so she found a reason to excuse herself.
After exiting the restaurant, Qin Yinan helped Song Qingchun hail a taxi. Song Qingchun gave the driver the Song family’s address. She bade Qin Yinan farewell, and after the car had gone quite a distance, Song Qingchun leaned forward to tell the driver to go to Su Zhinian’s address instead.
It was 6:45 pm when she reached Su Zhinian’s residential area. Still coming down from the high of meeting Qin Yinan, Song Qingchun paid the driver and practically bounced leisurely to the front door while humming an old love song from many years ago. She made a game out of keying in the password, and after she heard the door unlocked, she pushed it open with ease before prancing in.
As Song Qingchun slipped off her shoes, she even started to sing while she was humming the tune. As she stepped over the threshold into the living room, she was ready to toss her bag onto the sofa as they did in the dramas when her gaze fell upon Su Zhinian who was sitting with his legs crossed in the middle of the sofa reading a document.
Song Qingchun stopped like someone had pressed the pause button and the lyrics –
Your hair is like snow, making our parting chillingly beautiful.
1 – stopped short in her throat. It was not even seven, but the busy Su Zhinian was already home…
Song Qingchun blinked several times to make sure she was not dreaming before quickly standing to attention and reverting to her usual gentle and quiet demeanor. She greeted Su Zhinian.
Mr. Su, you’re home early today.
Her words seemed to land on thin air because she got no response at all.
Song Qingchun sidled up to the coatrack by the wall and carefully hung her bag on it before turning around to say,
Mr. Su, I’ll go prepare dinner now.
