Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
How did Su Yanbin know that she needed a laptop?
The only people who could have known that she needed a laptop were the people in the conference room the previous day. So… this laptop was from him?
Seeing Zhuang Nainai’s stunned expression, Su Yanbin spoke. “I heard from Executive Assistant Ji that you made a bet with their company to come up with six design drafts within two days. You don’t even have a laptop, how can you produce even a single design draft? Is your brain even working?”
As Zhuang Nainai heard this, she put away her conjecture and slapped the back of Su Yanbin’s head. “Your brain’s not working, more like!”
Su Yanbin retracted his head back into the car and gave a big yawn.
Zhuang Nainai watched his fatigued demeanor, as if he had not slept the whole night. Curious, she asked, “Why didn’t you just come to pass it to me?”
When had Su Yanbin become so polite? On a normal day, he would have simply come banging on her door to pass the laptop to her.
Hearing her question, Su Yanbin immediately became annoyed. “What’s wrong with me liking to sleep in the car?”
If it had not been for Leader Ting feeling bad for his wife, saying things about her having turned in late the previous night and the need to wait for her to wake up naturally in the morning, he wouldn’t have compromised and done all of this for her!
Su Yanbin turned his head to look at Zhuang Nainai. “Hey, when are you intending to make up with Leader Ting?”
In his opinion, be it in the past or now, Zhuang Nainai had always been following Leader Ting around. Now that they’d hit a rocky spot, the one making the compromise should surely be her.
His only wish was for them to make up with each other and stop tormenting him! How many nights had he spent without much sleep because of them?
Zhuang Nainai pouted at Su Yanbin, then grabbed the laptop and walked back to the house. She refused to answer his question.
Make up?
In her view, they would not be able to make up this time around.
Time and again, they had misunderstandings, distrust… the hurt they caused each other was already too deep. Perhaps separation was the best choice of all.
She had only gone a few paces when Su Yanbin came running up to her, passing her a bag of food. “Hey, don’t think you’re a god, designing six sets of clothes in two days! I got you some tonics — don’t wear yourself out, because I still want someone to bicker with me!”
As he said this, Su Yanbin heaved an inward sigh of relief.
Leader Ting and Zhuang Nainai — one haughty, the other worn out by life — they had to have a go-between!
But when was he going to be able to tell her that all of this was from Leader Ting and not him?
Zhuang Nainai unabashedly helped herself to the bag of food and returned to the house.
She cooped herself in the house over the next two days.
Lin Xi’er made her food, and she would eat it only when it was placed right beside her. She slept a mere four to five hours a day; it was in such circumstances that she managed to design two sets of clothes by Monday.
Monday also happened to be the the day of the 100th Year Anniversary Celebration.
The company was in a festive mood, with the venue design department having gone to the hotel earlier to set up the venue for the evening.
The rest of the employees simply needed to report to work in the morning, and they were then allowed to leave at two in the afternoon to go home and doll themselves up for the event in the evening.
The mere fact that it was the 100th Year Anniversary Celebration of the Imperial Group meant that the event was on a very large scale, with lots of reporters invited to the celebrations, and a strict formal dress code was imposed on all employees attending the event.
