“She has a new account?” Lin Qiao’s eyes lit up, as if she could already see a meal replacement laid out before her.
Ji Nian spoke while sending her a homepage.
“Happy?” Lin Qiao looked at the simple and unadorned pen name and was speechless for a moment.
She clicked on the author’s homepage and saw a neat row of completed works, feeling a sense of satisfaction like a full granary.
To make up for missing dinner the night before due to overtime work, Ji Nian took Lin Qiao out for the next two days to eat and drink in the streets and alleys of Jingnan. They played until Sunday afternoon before reluctantly seeing Lin Qiao off.
After returning from Jingnan, Lin Qiao felt a little lost, suddenly finding herself alone again. She remembered the new ‘food’ she hadn’t had time to taste yet, which was lying on her phone, and happily started looking at it.
Although Ji Nian said that it was the same author, something just didn’t feel right to Lin Qiao’s reading experience. She wondered if it was because they were ‘clean’ (pure/unrefined) works; they felt like scratching an itch through a boot—tasteless, yet too good to throw away.
She thought that it might be because the plot hadn’t unfolded yet, so she kept watching until 2 AM when she suddenly realized: she had to go to work early the next morning!
Oh, no!
She quickly turned off her phone and went to sleep.
Sure enough, she couldn’t get up after staying up all night, and the next morning, Monday, she was gloriously late!
By the time she rushed to the lobby on the first floor, it was almost 9:30. Lin Qiao could only hope that Director Yao was in a meeting and not at the station; otherwise, she was sure to get a scolding from him.
She wondered which VIP was visiting the station today. A brand new red carpet was laid all the way from the entrance to the elevator. Lin Qiao saw several colleagues waiting in front of the elevator from afar. Her tense mood after rushing over relaxed a little.
Thank goodness! At least someone was late with her!
Lin Qiao ran over quickly, cheerfully greeted her colleagues with ‘Good morning’, and naturally pressed the elevator switch, opening the elevator door that was about to close.
She was about to ask why they weren’t getting on the elevator when it arrived, when she saw her colleagues all looking at her with expressions of utter ‘horror’.
Sensing something was wrong, Lin Qiao slowly turned around.
Thump!
In that instant, Lin Qiao felt as if she had been struck on the head with a club.
Su Zhengxing, dressed in a well-tailored suit, stood inside with his hands in his pockets. Besides him, Director Yao was there, the editor-in-chief was there, the deputy director was there, and even the director himself was there, all staring at her.
Lin Qiao felt a wave of dizziness wash over her; her heart, which had been pounding, finally died.
She lifted her foot to step back, but Su Zhengxing stopped her.
“Aren’t you coming up?”
He even pressed the open button on the elevator.
The memories of her past attacked her again. He did the same thing in the elevator at Baitian back then, and then Lin Qiao was sent to the CEO’s office by malicious people in the company. He suspected her for half a year, and she was the talk of the entire company for half a year.
That man was damnably vicious!
“No, no!” Lin Qiao retreated repeatedly.
Hearing Lin Qiao’s refusal, he didn’t force her, but his eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.
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