Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Mr. Tang

Tang Ningyue's plane landed at four in the afternoon. There were several missed calls from Zhou Su on her phone, but she didn't call back in a hurry. Instead, she took Duan Jiayu back to the company to work overtime.

Duan Jiayu's video was projected onto the big screen. Below, everyone on the project team gathered in the conference room, expressing their opinions one after another. Only the person involved sat uncomfortably to the side, occasionally glancing at Tang Ningyue, who sat beside him with a calm and relaxed expression.

She was different from everyone present, and even more different from the serious Xu Qing sitting in the main seat. She was very confident and energetic, a bit like the intern director sitting in the back, and a bit like the investor representative in the middle.

Duan Jiayu felt that he would never be as calm and composed as her in his entire life. She seemed to need nothing, and everything that existed was just icing on the cake, or a toy to entertain herself in her boring life.

After being stared at by him for a long time, Tang Ningyue noticed something was wrong. She turned her head and smiled at him, and a new message popped up on Duan Jiayu's phone.

TT Sugar: [Don't worry, I'm here.]

Her words were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea. Duan Jiayu felt like he was sitting on a scrapped car with broken brakes, rushing through the traffic jam. Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm and said, don't worry, this is the plot I arranged, and they are all here to cooperate with you in the performance.

I felt inexplicably at ease as he worked late into the night, and the lights on the 29th floor of the building were still brightly lit at one in the morning.

It was already past one in the morning when Wen Xi brought the midnight snack. A group of people in the group pounced on it like hungry wolves, but Tang Ningyue was the only one who sat aside holding her phone and did not come forward.

Wen Xi came forward with a skewer of lamb, circled in front of her twice, and raised his eyebrows at her. "If you don't eat the lamb skewers from Dingji BBQ, there are only two reasons."

She gestured towards Tang Ningyue, waving two fingers in front of her.

"Either don't eat mutton, or...sneak a full meal outside."

Tang Ningyue was amused and tilted her head to glance at her: "What are you doing?"

"Just tell me what I said, right?" She pulled a chair over and sat down cross-legged, looking as if she was going to make her admit it.

"I had crab roe noodles half an hour ago," she admitted generously.

"Who did you eat with?"

"The blind date introduced by Aunt Zhou." Tang Ningyue said frankly.

"You're so busy now, and you still have time for a blind date?" Wen Xi widened his eyes. He always admired Tang Ningyue's time management.

"I had some crab roe noodles downstairs from the office, then scratched a lottery ticket. It took me forty-five minutes in total." Tang Ningyue pulled up the payment records on her phone. "I won five hundred."

Wen Xi gave a thumbs-up. She couldn't help but admire that some people were like God's own daughters descended to earth. "How is it? Do you like it?"

"I like him, of course I like him." Tang Ningyue nodded. "I liked him the first time I saw his photo, and he won 500 on the first lottery ticket I took him to scratch. I like him even more. It's a blessing for me."

"Then you spent 45 minutes meeting her. Aren't you afraid of making her feel upset by being so perfunctory?"

"Just enjoy whatever you like about him. Whether you're hurt or not, you can tell others about it later." Tang Ningyue took the skewer from Wen Xi's hand. "I'm already tired enough. I like him very much by not letting him share my pain."

"He will understand later." Tang Ningyue didn't care. Which man wouldn't be sad?

"Are you so sure you can take him down?"

Tang Ningyue raised her eyebrows and turned the phone around again. On it was a letter from a man with the note Sheng Shiyang (Aunt Zhou).

Sheng Shiyang (Aunt Zhou): [You're busy today. I'd like to invite you to have lunch at Shanju on your weekend break. It won't take up your afternoon, is that okay?]

Wen Xi nodded and bowed, then saluted her again: "I was too talkative."

Tang Ningyue smiled lightly, withdrew her gaze from her, and replied to his message.

TT Sugar: [I'll tell you when I have time.]

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It was already four o'clock in the morning when they got home from work. Zhou Su had gone to bed early because he had work the next day. Tang Ningyue didn't want to go back so late and disturb them, but Zhou Su was always worried about her and repeatedly told her to go home and rest.

Tang Ningyue is a very energetic person. He can still be energetic after working for dozens of hours. He is a natural money-making machine. He was humming a song when he got on the elevator. He was in a good mood.

Sheng Shiyang hadn't slept yet either. He occasionally sent a message or two, saying that he would also work overtime tonight.

Tang Ningyue didn't expose him. When they were scratching lottery tickets together in the evening, he said that he could play with her all the time, no matter how long it took. When he heard that she had to work overtime, he changed his words and said that he also wanted to learn more from her, work hard, and create brilliance.

TT Sugar: [I’m already home.]

Sheng Shiyang: [Are you going back by yourself? Didn't you agree to let me take you back? It's not safe to go back alone at night.]

Sheng Shiyang's law firm is on the 45th floor of the same building as Tang Ningyue. He did not come down from the building when he came for a date, but after the date he followed Tang Ningyue upstairs again.

TT Sugar: [Aren't you working overtime? There's no need to skip work because of me. I'd feel bad.]

Tang Ningyue's words were insincere, her habit of saying one thing to one person and another to another. Her idea had long been at Old Xu's house, along with her mother and grandfather's, but it had all been eaten by dogs. Tang Zhaoming, the only holy flower, was now wandering in an unknown country on Earth.

Sheng Shiyang: [Actually, I'm not that busy... I still have time to give you a ride.]

TT Sugar: [Save it for the next time we meet. I will definitely take your car.]

Tang Ningyue had arrived, and the time left for Sheng Shiyang was up. She threw her phone back into her bag and raised her hand to press her fingerprint to unlock it.

Tang Ningyue put her thumb on it, but the fingerprint lock didn't light up, and there was not even any error message. It was probably broken, and someone as meticulous as Zhou Su didn't even remind her.

She stood at the door, hesitating between knocking and going to the hotel, but finally decided to leave. The timing was too bad, and there was no reason for her to wake anyone in the house.

Her high heels spun on the floor, and she was ready to leave, but the door behind her suddenly opened, and a warm light rushed out from behind her, and a tall shadow blocked her.

"The lock is broken."

Tang Ningyue turned around and saw Li Jinglang dressed neatly, as if he had just come back from outside, but he didn't seem cold when she approached him. Tang Ningyue looked him up and down, swallowed the question, and continued with the previous conversation.

"Jinglang, you haven't rested yet?"

"Did Aunt Zhou ask you to keep the door open?"

He lowered his eyes and said "hmm" lightly.

"Sorry, Jinglang, I'm working too late today. You don't have to wait for me. Just send me a message and I'll check into the hotel."

"Why don't you live in a home?"

“.....”

His attitude seemed to have reverted to the days after she returned, as if to declare that the little distance they had created before Tang Ningyue's business trip had completely failed. It had only been a few days apart, so how could he have been so forgetful?

Tang Ningyue poured a glass of warm water, glanced at Zhou Su's closed door, and lowered her voice, "Auntie Zhou said your hand was injured. Let me see it."

Before she could finish her words, she reached out to pull his arm. As soon as she touched his sleeve, her cold fingers felt a hint of warmth, and he quickly dodged her hand again.

"fine."

"It's healed now."

Tang Ningyue's hand hung in the air, a static spark gliding through the sweltering heat. Li Jinglang stared into her eyes, unable to glean anything. His wound had healed, and she finally had time to remember.

He had the urge to question her why she hadn't cared about him the first time, and instead acted so compassionately when she got home. But she wouldn't explain, and would simply put the blame on him, making him look like a fuss and inconsiderate, just like last night. He didn't want history to repeat itself; this kind of joke was enough once.

She stared at him for a long time without moving. Li Jinglang's breathing became heavier and he subconsciously avoided her sight. He suddenly wanted to make her angry, to make her angry because of his excessive behavior, and to feel how much he meant to her. The infinite tolerance she showed now made him feel that he was worthless in her heart.

He stared into her eyes expectantly, waiting for her to yell at him like Zhou Su had, accusing him of being a complete jerk.

It was obvious that Tang Ningyue did not cooperate with him, and was even indifferent to his resistance to her just now. Instead, she looked at his cheek again.

"What's wrong with your face?" She naturally touched the slightly red and swollen area with her hand. "Why didn't you tell me about the injury here?"

"What happened?" She frowned slightly, the concern on her face genuine.

Only one overhead light was on, and the light was so dim that he could stare into her eyes without seeing any sympathy. Her words were so intimate, but they were so fragmented that they sounded like a poor performance in a movie.

Li Jinglang felt that she was really living a carefree life. He admitted that she was not lying to him about her care for him, but her concern could be because she was happy today, or because of Zhou Su's arrangement, and it was not always there.

He is like a video game on standby. She only thinks of him when she is free, or when the game reminds her that there are double rewards for participating in activities today, then she will set aside some time for him. His only purpose is to entertain her and to repay her kindness.

It means that he is not treated as a living person, a person with thoughts and emotions.

Li Jinglang's palms were deeply pierced by nails, and the marks gradually became darker and swollen. He took a deep breath, thinking of Lu Yi's words, and finally made a request to her: "The wound hurts a lot, take me to the hospital tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Tang Ningyue paused, and she curled her lips. As he expected, she didn't hesitate at all, and refused without even thinking. "I have a meeting tomorrow, or I can..."

"Heh..." He scoffed and pushed her hand away.

"Mr. Tang, your concern is like the movie you invested in. You have to buy a ticket to see it."