Ou Xueman closed her eyes, feeling confused. Chen had been talking excitedly, but she interrupted him.
“Mr. Chen, I know you must be tired from your negotiations in Hong Kong. Please go to bed, cover yourself with a blanket, and get some rest. We’ll talk later, okay?”
“Alright, I understand. I’ll give you a detailed report when I return. This project is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. And don’t just drink coffee for breakfast; it’s not good for your stomach,” he advised.
“Got it, Dad Chen.”
Some say life is like a drama, and the city is its stage.
Looking down at this city marked by her footprints, beyond the steel and concrete, beyond the prosperity and crowding, the indifference of human relationships, and the struggle for survival, one can no longer find warmth to fill the emptiness of the heart.
Perhaps she was being extravagant. In this era of money and desire, seeking tenderness is a luxury. Maybe she should embrace the loneliness in her heart or change her perspective to enjoy it.
When she saw her seemingly relieved smile on the glass window, a hint of bitterness still rose in her heart.
“Xueman, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!” Chen Zhensheng exclaimed excitedly. She turned back to her desk, sinking into her leather chair. Habitually, she took out a Sobranie, lighting it and watching the smoke swirl. Suddenly, she lost the urge to smoke and just wanted to keep looking.
“Xueman, are you listening?” Chen Zhensheng said, crossing her desk to take away the cigarette. “Stop smoking; it’s not good for your health.”
A faint smile touched her lips as her slender fingers wove through her wavy hair. “Sorry.”
Chen Zhensheng gently shook his head and pushed up his glasses. At over thirty, he exuded a steady elegance, no longer the weak scholarly figure of his youth.
“You always do this,” he said helplessly. “You’re quick to apologize, but you never change.”
Ou Xueman laughed, picking up the documents her secretary had placed on the desk and quickly scanning through them.
“Looks like you weren’t listening to me again,” Chen Zhensheng said, his shoulders drooping.
Ou Xueman raised her head and replied, “I was listening, but you talked for so long about some legendary person without making it clear who he was.”
