Chapter 8

Mu Yunting raised his hand to turn on his phone, and actually saw a missed call from the housekeeper in the notification bar.

Su Qiong's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly asked, "I'm not a resident of this community. Can I leave?"

Dabai, wearing protective gear, spoke with a distorted voice. "No, no, you can't get out! Even if you do, the security guards downstairs won't let you out." He waved his hands around like he was herding chickens.

Su Qiong pulled the suitcase that was already placed at the door and was forced to retreat inside with Mu Yunting. The two pairs of eyes watched Dabai conduct a full-scale disinfection at the door. The pungent smell of alcohol made them lean back slightly.

Su Qiong couldn't understand why her path to resignation was so difficult. Not only had she been forced to work overtime before leaving, but now, with her contract just around the corner and ready to go home, she was trapped in her boss's apartment complex. She stood awkwardly in the living room, suitcase in hand. Now, she had to move in with her boss. No, her ex-boss. She had already successfully resigned.

“When will the lockdown end?”

"It depends on the number of infections. If it's fast, one cycle will take about ten days. If it's slow, it will probably take several months." Before leaving, Dabai reminded them to stay well, as nucleic acid samples would be collected at their doorstep later.

When Su Qiong thought of this conversation, her eyes darkened.

After Mu Yunting called the housekeeper back, he saw Su Qiong standing by the suitcase, lost in thought. "I really can't leave. Why don't you stay in the side bedroom first? Aunt Lin comes to clean every week, so everything is new and spotless." He was incredibly grateful that he'd bought double the furniture out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so both the master and side bedrooms were perfectly furnished. Otherwise, the side bedrooms would have been empty, making the situation even more awkward.

Most of the residents in this community are officials who fly around from all over the country. It is unclear where the infected virus has come from. It is estimated that it is impossible to lift the lockdown quickly. Mu Yunting did not say this for the time being.

"You can't go to the company anymore, so you should take a rest first."

Su Qiong regained consciousness and wheeled her suitcase to the side bedroom. She gently closed the door and silently punched the air, venting her anger. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her face screamed silently for a moment, her face grim. Su Qiong quickly removed her makeup, and without changing her clothes, she collapsed onto the bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep. Before falling asleep, she didn't forget to complain internally.

I couldn't bear it any more, luckily I quit my job.

Mu Yunting also called the managers of various departments of the company and learned that only a few people came to the company and most of them were locked up at home, so he simply gave all employees of the company a holiday.

Shanghai will also be silent, Mu Yunting guessed, and made a few more calls.

When the clock struck half past ten, Mu Yunting coordinated the progress of the company's business and finished his work. He rubbed his brow, his eyes feeling a little dry.

Su Qiong slept soundly. With her work completed and her resignation successful, she felt relieved. When she woke up, she barely realized where she was. She opened her phone and saw it was already three in the afternoon.

Remembering that she had to go to the hospital for nucleic acid testing, she quickly stood up. The side bedroom had a private bathroom, so she quickly washed her face, feeling refreshed. She noticed her work clothes were a little wrinkled in the mirror, but after some thought, since she couldn't leave the house anyway, she simply grabbed the only casual outfit she had from her suitcase and changed into them.

When Su Qiong, dressed in a black and white tracksuit, her ponytail hanging low, and her face bare, opened the bedroom door, Mu Yunting heard the noise and looked over. He paused as he saw Assistant Su, dressed in her home clothes, emerging from the unoccupied side bedroom. The unusual sight stirred in him some inexplicable emotions. But this wasn't the first time he'd seen Su Qiong in this casual, makeup-free look; they'd also been like this when they'd been hanging out in the company lounge.

It seems that at home, away from the rush of work, the atmosphere feels different.

Mu Yunting remembered again that Su Qiong had already resigned.