Chu Xing put down his chopsticks and looked straight into her eyes.

Those eyes were clear and resolute, much more intense than when he first met them.

He couldn't help but wonder if he had misjudged her, or perhaps she wasn't a boring person at all.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything."

After saying that, he made a move to clear the dishes and chopsticks off the table.

But before her hand could even touch the plate, Song Mai stopped her:

"You've worked hard, I'll take care of it."

She walked for three days, and she lost weight, as did he.

There were faint dark circles under his eyes, which clearly showed that he hadn't slept well. Even though he tried to be energetic, she could still see his fatigue.

Instead of clearing away the dishes immediately, Song Mai took the shirt she had bought for him out of her bag and handed it to him.

"I'll go wash the dishes. You go take a shower and try on your clothes to see if they fit."

The man held the shirt, his expression momentarily stunned:

"For me?"

Song Mai had already imagined countless times what it would be like to give him the clothes, but now that she actually gave them to him, she felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you for helping me so much that day. I saw this dress in Ningcheng and thought it would suit you, so I bought it. I hope you don't mind."

Chu Xing didn't refuse, but the color and fabric of the clothes were not his style.

He casually unfolded the folded clothes. The clothes were in a traditional Chinese style, and the fabric felt quite nice. Although they weren't the best clothes, they probably weren't cheap either.

"These clothes..."

He had barely opened his mouth when the woman turned her head, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Don't you like it?"

He swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He couldn't help but like it, but he would never even glance at clothes of this style.

"No, this dress must be quite expensive. Actually, what I made is nothing special. There's no need to spend so much money."

Song Mai shook her head very seriously.

"No, it's not expensive. It's just a piece of clothing, nothing compared to the help you've given me. I just don't have much else to offer, so I'm thanking you with this gift. I hope you don't mind."

Looking at the woman's appearance, Chu Xing finally couldn't bear to refuse and took the clothes to the restroom.

He was a natural clothes hanger, with body proportions and height comparable to a supermodel. In addition, his face was elegant and handsome. When he didn't smile, it was as cold as a spring on a mountain peak, but when he smiled, it was like snow melting and a spring breeze caressing his face.

Let alone this shirt, you would look amazing even if you wore a burlap sack.

Song Mai was stunned at first glance.

He usually wore the cheap black suit she bought for him. He was handsome, but it always seemed like a pearl covered in dust, obscuring his noble air.

And when he put on this shirt, he looked incredibly good even with just a pair of ordinary black trousers.

The usually aloof man has gained a touch of gentleness and scholarly air, which softens his overly sharp edge and makes him look more gentle.

Only now did Song Mai truly understand the meaning of the poem about a person as beautiful as jade.

It's so beautiful...

She couldn't help but praise him in her heart.

The man felt a little uncomfortable being stared at so intently.

This was the first time he had ever seen her with such a lovesick look on her face.

He coughed lightly: "If there are no other problems, I'll go change my clothes."

Song Mai then came to her senses and looked away shyly.

The man took off his clothes and handed them to her, and Song Mai quickly washed and hung them up to dry.

She even reminded him to dry it and then put it on herself.

After doing all this, she was probably really exhausted. She simply asked Chu Xing a couple of questions about starting a business and how things were going with the things he had rushed back to deal with that day.

After the man gave her a brief explanation, she didn't ask any more questions and went back to her room to rest.

Chu Xing sat on the sofa and continued working on the unfinished tasks. He glanced up casually and saw the washed shirt hanging on the balcony.

The shirt was made of silk, and instead of washing it in the washing machine, she washed it by hand, piece by piece, and hung it on the balcony after it dried.

However, the room was still too small, the balcony was narrow, and there was hardly any sunlight. At this moment, the shirt hanging on the balcony dripped a few drops of water from time to time, wetting the already dilapidated wooden floor.

The air seemed a bit more humid than before.

The man looked around, and an idea slowly formed in his mind.

It seems that after winning the phone, it's time to put moving into a new house on the agenda.

However, the lottery method from last time is no longer applicable. He still needs to come up with a way that is natural, reasonable, and won't arouse suspicion to replace this old, dilapidated house.

Song Mai returned to her room and lay on her large bed in her bedroom, suddenly feeling a sense of relief as if she had finally returned home.

This was a feeling she could never experience, whether she was at the Song family's house or staying in some high-end hotel.

She rolled around in bed while replying to Lin Ran's messages.

Over the past three days, Lin Ran sent her many messages, most of which asked if the meeting went smoothly, and some of which reminded her to be careful while she was out alone.

Although Song Mai didn't have time to reply to messages, she read all the messages she sent. Having such a friend by her side made her feel very happy.

Last time, because of the time crunch and Song Mai's eagerness to get the paper documents first, she didn't have time to explain the USB drive issue in detail. Now that her business trip is finally over, Song Mai lay in bed and recounted the whole story in detail.

And he didn't forget to ask her:

"Ranran, do you remember that day after I finished copying the data and left, when my USB drive was on the table, who touched my desk?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Ran carefully recalled the events.

Ultimately, she gave a name.

“Zheng Yao, it’s her! I remember that she was the only one who came near your desk that day at that time. And I found it very strange that day. Although you do have to go through the workstations in our department to get to the break room, she has always been at odds with you. Why did she have to take the path next to your desk when there are so many other options?”

"And the road is so wide, yet she just happened to spill a glass of water on your table, and then this happened—your USB drive was switched. Isn't that a bit too much of a coincidence?"

Aside from Zheng Yao, Lin Ran couldn't think of anyone else. Although she didn't notice whether Zheng Yao had touched Song Mai's table or not, no one else had actually gone near Song Mai's table except for Zheng Yao.

How could they possibly do all this if they hadn't gotten close?

Moreover, she couldn't help but think of the scene two days ago when Zheng Yao slammed the door and left the manager's office.