NOVPUBChapter 136: 136, Marry me, I will take care of you
Chapter 136: 136, Marry me, I will take care of you
Song Qinghuan, looking unhappy, replied, “Nothing, our manager needs me for something, I need to go back to the office, there’s an email I need to send to him.”
The document is saved on the office’s computer, to send it to Zhao Jingnan again, she can only do it from work.
Zhan Cheng was not happy either, his face darkening instantly: “What’s going on, having to work even after work hours?”
Song Qinghuan helplessly said, “There’s no choice, this is my job. That’s how office life is, your boss is your absolute authority, whatever he says goes, if he tells you to do something, you have to do it.”
Zhan Cheng sneered dismissively and then suddenly a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.
Gazing at Song Qinghuan, his eyes were filled with deep love. He laughed and said, “Huanhuan, then stop working, marry me, let me take care of you.”
Song Qinghuan gave him a sideways glance, “Are you going to drive me there or not? If not, let me off here.”
Zhan Cheng found himself being rejected, slightly upset, but remained silent.
At the next traffic light, he made a U-turn, heading straight to Times Group with Song Qinghuan in his car.
At the entrance of the office, Song Qinghuan told Zhan Cheng to wait for her outside while she headed upstairs to the office. Zhan Cheng wouldn’t be allowed in as the company had a clear policy – no outsiders are allowed in.
At the security booth outside Times Group, a security officer checked Song Qinghuan’s ID before letting her enter.
Once Song Qinghuan disappeared into the lobby, the security guard made an internal phone call.
He said with respect, “Hello, Mr. Shi, Miss Song has arrived at the office.”
“Hmm,” a brief and concise word, cold tone, carrying a hint of menacing wickedness.
After ten minutes, Song Qinghuan left the office after sending the documents, passing the security booth. The security guard made another internal call: “Hello, Mr. Shi, Miss Song has left the office.”
“Hmm!” the same single word response, the tone identical to before.
Stepping out of the office, a chilly gust blew her way, Song Qinghuan instinctively wrapped her arms around herself as the cold was quite intense.
Looking up, she spotted a tall silhouette standing by the car, waiting quietly for her.
Hearing footsteps, Zhan Cheng lifted his head and spotted Song Qinghuan as she exited the building. He immediately put on a smile and came up to her: “Is everything sorted out? Ready to go for dinner?”
Song Qinghuan made an ‘ok’ gesture with her hand.
Looking around, she spotted the low-profile yet luxurious Maybach that she’d driven that afternoon. It was parked next to the stone lions at the entrance of the company, just like its owner, sternly and waiting, the perfect lines bathed in the dim streetlights emanating a touch of bright radiance.
Images of its owner casually reading the newspaper in the back seat ghosted through her mind instinctively — a lazy but casual posture. Song Qinghuan was slightly startled,
