Love’s Serious Moment

“Why are you here?” Really it’s her! That woman who would never take a single step out of her door in her entire life! 　　”I…” She took several deep breaths, quickly averting her eyes and trying to focus on her task: “I’m here to find a Mr. Shi.” 　　Seeing her gripping the leather bag tightly, Tang Hua reached out to take it, looked at the address marked on it, and then pulled out the documents to examine. Within ten seconds, he tossed them to Shi Zhongcheng, who almost failed to catch them, still in a daze. 　　”Secretary Ke, bring the checkbook; Zhongcheng, after your assessment, you don’t need to submit it to the board, contact Dean Gao as soon as possible.” He quickly issued instructions, and Secretary Ke had already swiftly brought the checkbook, unable to hide her curiosity. 　　”Come with me,” he instructed Xiao Susu, originally intending to walk ahead, but remembering her lack of capacity, he reached out and held her hand towards the VIP reception room. But as he grabbed her hand, he suddenly noticed something stuck on the inside of her left hand and couldn’t help but flip it over to look. 　　”What’s going on?” 　　”A… a knife wound…” Gently struggling, she absolutely disliked being touched by men, though in this lifetime, no man had touched her except Tang Hua. It felt strange, completely uncomfortable, but she didn’t dare struggle too much. 　　”How did you get injured?” 　　”I—I—was cutting a cucumber and accidentally cut my hand…” 　　”Damn! Where’s Chen’s wife!” He growled low, angry that she was hurt, angry at her resistance to his touch, and with a massive, nameless rage surging up… Damn it! 　　Without speaking, afraid of a string of curse words, he pulled Xiao Susu into the reception room and firmly closed the door, blocking outside prying eyes. 　　”Who is she?” Jiang Zhilan asked hoarsely, trying to maintain her composure. 　　Shi Zhongcheng sighed at the sudden workload on his hands, having hoped for a ten-day break, now even eight hours of sleep seemed like a luxury. 　　”Her? She’s precisely the signed but not yet divorced CEO’s wife. You’re incredibly lucky to see her – even people who’ve served the company for over twenty years never get a chance to see her,” he said casually, thoroughly understanding women’s petty nature. 　　”She… is so beautiful,” Jiang Zhilan had to admit her own looks were less than half as beautiful. 　　”Yes, still so beautiful,” he murmured, involuntarily pondering: Hmm… the boss must be very angry, extremely angry! 　　”Drink some juice.” 　　The VIP reception room’s bar was almost comparable, with various wines and equipment fully stocked. Tang Hua poured a glass of fresh orange juice and handed it to her. 　　”…Okay,” she carefully took it, not daring to make eye contact. In fact, she was looking at the floor and his leather shoes.