Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
That was not supposed to be the end of Su Zhinian’s sentence. There was another part, but he couldn’t bring himself to continue speaking so he stopped where he was. I’ve already talked to him beforehand to have him clear his schedule to focus on your wedding dress.
Just how was one going to describe Song Qingchun’s feelings when she heard that sentence?
She felt like laughing. The situation was so absurd that she did not know what to do but laugh. She could not even tell whether the man was joking or not.
This man who she had once loved, and if she was being honest with herself, the man whom she still loved deeply, the man who had forced her to marry someone else… This man was so kind to worry about her wedding dress?
Song Qingchun really did laugh in the end, but it lasted for barely a second before she stopped and turned her gaze away. With a soft “goodbye”, she left without waiting for him to reply. Su Zhinian stood where he was quietly. Even after Song Qingchun walked further and further away, even after she disappeared around the corner, his eyes were still glued to where she had departed.
The wintry sun with its balmy rays landed on his face through the windows, brightening the man’s face.
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When the meeting reached its climax, Su Zhinian had suddenly stood up and mentioned that he had to use the bathroom. The roomful of people waited for him for almost half an hour, but there was still no trace of the man. Overwhelmed by the room’s pressure, Cheng Qingchong had no choice but to go out in search of Su Zhinian.
Cheng Qingchong walked toward the bathroom, and along the way, she saw Su Zhinian, who stood frozen like a statue standing in the middle of the corridor. She halted in her steps before continued moving forward. When she was about one meter away from him, the man recovered, and the first thing he did was lower his gaze.
Even though he was quick, Cheng Qingchong still managed to capture the glisten at the corner of his eyes.
Cheng Qingchong’s heart shrank rapidly, and she stopped where she was. Su Zhinian slowly raised his head. His eyes were clear and dark; the earlier sadness was thus buried deeply following a simple lowering of the head.
Cheng Qingchong did not say anything, and Su Zhinian did not ask. The pair returned to the meeting room soon after. Su Zhinian, whose attention was fleeting before leaving the meeting room, returned a new man. He was extremely focused, and the meeting was wrapped up quickly after that. Then, he brought Cheng Qingchong to leave Red Garden.
On the way back to the city, Su Zhinian, who had been silent, suddenly told the driver, “Go back to the company.”
After a pause, Su Zhinian said to Cheng Qingchong, “I have something to tell you.”
When they arrived at the company, it was already 5:30 pm.
It was weekend, and the receptionist was not at work. It was Cheng Qingchong who helped Su Zhinian call the elevator.
When they reached the office floor, Su Zhinian ordered Cheng Qingchong to brew him a cup of tea before he wandered into his own office.
Cheng Qingchong pushed open the office door with the cup of tea in her hands, and she saw Su Zhinian standing before the window. Outside the window, the sun was setting.
Cheng Qingchong placed the tea lightly on the table and called out, “CEO Su.”
Su Zhinian stood with his back away from her and did not show any response.
Cheng Qingchong was silent.
It was not until the sun set, the moon rose, and the nightlife of Beijing began that Su Zhinian turned slowly around and walked gracefully to his office table.
He raised the tea that had gone cold to his lips to take a slow sip. Then he put the cup down before pulling the drawer to the left of his table open.
