"Boss, I'll go order your new car right now." Seeing the president's expression, Yang didn't dare chatter anymore and immediately left.
Qin Chu sat quietly in his office, bathed in gentle sunlight.
Carefully, he pulled open a drawer in his desk and took out a yellowing old photograph. He spent a long time staring at it in silence.
Finally, he carefully placed it back into his drawer.
- At the Department of Design -
Jiang Linyue heard that the president was in such a good mood today that he ordered double pay for everybody. She felt like a rare opportunity had presented itself.
At the end of the workday, Jiang Linyue deliberately walked to the president's office, strutting in seven-inch heels and holding a thick stack of documents.
As she had hoped, she arrived just in time to see Qin Chu leaving his office.
As he was about to pass her, Jiang Linyue intentionally lost her footing.
With that, all the documents she had been holding went flying out of her hands.
She also fell to the ground in a spectacular fashion.
It wasn't until her back hit the ground and she felt the pain of impact did Jiang Linyue realize something.
Wasn't the president supposed to catch her just in the nick of time, holding her in a gentle embrace?
At least, that was how it usually went in romance novels and prime-time drama series.
Could someone explain to her why it didn't work?
Qin Chu glanced down at the female employee who had fallen before him, his brows furrowing slightly.
Directly stepping over her would have been too ungentlemanly...
So, he walked around Jiang Linyue, treating her as just an obstacle.
After that, he also pulled out his cell phone and called Assistant Yang.
"Boss, what can I help you with?"
"Inform admin: starting from tomorrow, all female employees are forbidden from wearing shoes with heels higher than three inches."
"Um... Got it, sir."
Although Yang didn't know why the president would issue such a strange order, he knew that he had to do as he was told.
Jiang Linyue stared the president as he walked away, unsure whether she should cry or not.
What did she have to do to get closer to this dreamy hot piece of ass? Sensing the sharp pain in her ankle, she wondered if it was broken.
She had tried everything in order to draw the president's attention.
At home, Huo Mian took a hot shower, then did a heaping pile of laundry. Finally, she thoroughly cleaned the place.
As she was about to take a break, a knock was heard at the door.
She looked at the clock: it was 5:30 PM. At this hour, she was certain the person at her door was Qin Chu.
As expected, when she opened the door, she saw Qin Chu standing on the other side.
He was dressed in a navy blue, custom-made Italian suit. The fact that he hadn't yet changed meant that he had just gotten off work.
"I'm here to pick you up. Let's go.
"I still have a lot of stuff here. Let me bring them with me."
"There's no need. I'll get someone to come and deal with the stuff here. Just bring your essentials. I'll wait for you in the car."
- Ten minutes later -
Huo Mian walked out from her room. In her arms, she held a cardboard box filled with some of her favorite books, along with a watermelon throw pillow.
She had been living here for over a year now. This sudden move made her realize that she was going to miss the place.
However, Qin Chu was right. Now that they were married, it would be a bit improper to continue living separately.
"When they terminate the lease, don't forget to get the two thousand yuan I put up as deposit," Huo Mian reminded him as she sat down on the passenger seat.
Qin Chu didn't know what to say but nodded all the same.
As they drove on, Huo Mian felt unsettled.
After stewing over the issue for a long time, Huo Mian finally asked, "Are we going to be living with your parents?"
"Are you joking?"
"So, it's just going to be the two of us living together?" Huo Mian perked up.
"What do you think?" Qin Chu replied with a question of his own.