She only captured a bunch of crushed flower bouquets and gift baskets. “The company car was so bad, so…”
“No excuses!” Seeing the photos, the editor-in-chief was so angry his hair was trembling. “Our magazine can’t miss this news, go negotiate photos from other journalists!”
If she’d known, she would have just gone for a drive with Wei Zhanyi. Damn! Wasting such a good opportunity.
As if knowing what she was thinking, the editor glared again. “And, Wei Zhanyi will never accept an interview. Forget that idea, and stop hanging around Bruno Restaurant during work hours!”
“Chief!”
“Calling me grandpa won’t help now.” Hmph! Didn’t think about who got him scolded by the boss!
Qing Yan turned her head, and the ABC temptress sneered at her: “Aren’t you so capable? Wanted to interview Wei Zhanyi? First get your current work done!”
How unlucky! She walked back to her seat, fuming, and started calling old classmates to get photos. After sifting through, everyone kept the best angles for themselves, only sending her blurry, out-of-focus shots.
Stuffed with anger, when she was about to leave work, the towing company called again to notify her about her car.
After everything was settled, it was past 10 PM when she reached her home. She rubbed her neck muscles and just opened the outer door when she heard laughter from the living room. Guests?
“Yun Rou, make a couple more dishes to go with drinks. I want to catch up with my most outstanding student today.”
She opened the door, stepped into the entryway, took off her high heels, and saw a pair of Armani men’s shoes next to the shoe cabinet.
Strange, these shoes look somewhat familiar… whatever! She’ll go in and see.
“Our female powerhouse is back,” Old Man Ding said happily. “She’ll be so glad to see you.”
“Is that so?” The low male voice carried a hint of amusement.
Even this voice sounds familiar… wait! She looked closely. Wei. Zhan. Yi?
“What are you doing here?” she shouted.
“Ah! Miss Shen?” He looked “a hundred times more surprised” than her. “How are you here?”
“‘Miss Shen’?” The slightly drunk Old Man Ding raised his reddened face.
“Yes! Isn’t this Shen Shiman, Miss Shen?”
Old Man Ding’s drunken eyes looked confused. “What Miss Shen? She is my youngest…”
