Translator:
Lonelytree
Editor:
Millman97
Therefore, even if she would be chased out of ST Empire and his life, she could not bear to let him suffer anymore. She would trade her suffering for his.
Cheng Qingchong’s grip on the cup tightened. She bit on her lips and said honestly,
Miss Song, the reason I’m here is because of CEO Su.
When she received the first call from Cheng Qingchong, Song Qingchun knew it had to be related to Su Zhinian; however, when she heard his name uttered on Cheng Qingchong’s lips, Song Qingchun’s fingers still shook slightly. She lowered her eyes to hide the pain in her eyes.
This time, Cheng Qingchong did not allow the conversation to peter into silence.
CEO Su has written a letter of resignation, and he will resign from the company as its CEO.
There was a blast of surprise in Song Qingchun’s heart, but that was quickly suppressed by sorrow. Even if his departure caused ST Empire to collapse, it still had nothing to do with her, right?
CEO Su has booked a plane ticket to France on the 31st of this month. He booked a one-way ticket. CEO Su is not one to do stuff with planning, so this can only mean that he does not intend to return from France after this departure.
Miss Song, the reason CEO Su is leaving… is because of you.
Compared to Cheng Qingchong’s rather quaking tone, Song Qingchun maintained her serenity. Her long lashes created two fluttery shadows under her eyes. Her silence caused Cheng Qingchong to fret in her seat. Before she got too cowed, she blurted out her request to Song Qingchun.
Miss Song, can you please not get married? Can you please ask CEO Su to stay?
When Song Qingchun heard the request from Cheng Qingchong, her eyes felt sour with tears, but she still forced a smile. After a long time, she slowly raised her eyes.
The darkness in her eyes was clear and transparent.
I’m sorry, Miss Cheng, but I believe you’re mistaken. Whether Su Zhinian stays or leave, resigns or not, it does not have anything to do with me. Plus…
Song Qingchun paused to keep the quivering out of her voice.
Plus… who am I to ask Su Zhinian to stay? You’ve really gotten the wrong person for this job.
Then, Song Qingchun raised her hand to call the worker.
Bill.
Miss Song, I swear, everything I said was the truth…
Cheng Qingchong got anxious when she saw Song Qingchun reach into her pocket to grab her wallet. Urged by the situation, she blurted out,
…Miss Song, remember you once asked me about who those presents in CEO Su’s office are for? Those were all meant for you.
Song Qingchun’s fingers that were placed on the table shook slightly, but her face still spoke of disbelief.
Also, Miss Song, your birthday is 8th December, right?
Do you know? Every year, on that day, CEO Su will have me order a birthday cake and have me throw it out when night falls…
Song Qingchun’s lips stretched silently with force.
Her birthday was indeed 8th December, but… in this world, she was not the only person who celebrated her birthday on 8th December.
