Ding Qingyan didn’t even look back. She was going crazy! Crazy with anger! These past two weeks, she’d been running around arts and culture news. Yes, yes, nurturing society’s cultural flowers was important, but writing only mild news without being able to unleash her ambitions was driving her mad.
“Miss, our CEO is in a video conference, you can’t barge in!”
She opened the door, storming into the evil headquarters. “Wei Zhanyi, you—”
He looked completely unsurprised, as if he had long anticipated she would come to “chat”.
Focused on the screen, he gestured with one hand for her to sit wherever.
She rushed to his front and slapped both hands on the desk.
He casually wrote a note. Important meeting in progress, make yourself comfortable!
For some reason, seeing his flowing calligraphy reminded her of the two nights he had stayed with her in the hospital.
At that time, she had deliberately spoken quickly and urgently, but he had transcribed without a single complaint.
Roughly estimated by a financial magazine, he earned millions in an hour, yet this man had spent forty-eight hours suppressing her in the hospital, completely disregarding financial gains. Compared to his “grand gesture”, she probably shouldn’t interrupt his meeting… right?
Remembering the record he had written for her, she had initially thought he was just casually transcribing, but he had actually recorded every word, every character, and even her painful sounds, incredibly meticulously. Somehow, thinking about this made her heart soften…
She withdrew her hands and sulkily moved to the sofa, plopping down heavily.
Wei Zhanyi signaled Secretary Huang, who left. Soon, Secretary Huang brought her an Earl Grey milk tea and a stack of magazines and newspapers.
He was still in a video conference, negotiating with a Hong Kong enterprise.
By noon, Secretary Huang brought in a Japanese lunch box, so delicious it made her internally exclaim “Wow!” Eating the delicious fried shrimp and sushi, she secretly glanced at Wei Zhanyi, who was still in a seemingly long meeting, feeling a small sense of revenge.
By the time it was two-thirty in the afternoon, her excitement had almost disappeared along with her sense of satisfaction. She began to think about how, if this continued every day, the man’s stomach acid would erode his stomach lining, and before long, he would develop stomach pain.
