Chapter 22 What are you doing, a girl, pointing at a man's private parts?

The cup was returned to his hand, and Tan Zhaojing hummed indifferently, "I don't mind."

Is that what she meant?

"Let's go." Tan Zhaojing pointed his chin and fingertips toward the door.

Lin Zaoyi looked confused. "Where to?"

"You don't expect me to bring the key back to you, do you?"

Look at what you're saying!

She was so spineless, she gave a timid smile and said, "Could you please bring it back for me while you're at it?"

"Not convenient," he said indifferently, and walked away.

Lin Zaoyi had no choice but to catch up.

Assistant Shao was left behind, not quite understanding what his boss was doing.

tease?

Or...did you take a fancy to him?

Probably not...

Seeing the parking lot, he shook his head, which was full of random thoughts, and walked a few steps to the car, opening the back door.

The boss had already sat down, but the girl didn't move, so he called out to her, "Miss Lin?"

Lin Zaoyi smiled and said, "Excuse me, could you move aside? I'll sit in the passenger seat."

Assistant Shao didn't react immediately. He glanced into the car and, seeing that his boss hadn't given any instructions, said on his own, "I put my work computer in the passenger seat, and I also left my phone there. It'll be more convenient for you to sit in the back."

Putting aside everything else, just considering Mr. Tan's previous unnecessary actions, it's unacceptable that Ms. Lin be seated one seat away from him.

Lin Zaoyi asked politely, "Do you mind if I carry it for you?"

Shao, the assistant, remained in the same position as the door opening, smiling.

Lin Zaoyi understood. She turned her gaze to the man inside the car. He was calmly holding his phone, as if browsing emails, his fingertips moving very slowly.

Seemingly sensing the gaze, she looked up and said, "Don't dawdle."

"…oh."

He bent down and crawled inside.

Perhaps because she had been standing, she noticed that Tan Zhaojing's pants pockets were bulging and looked like car keys.

She instinctively reached out, just wanting to get a little closer, but the man thought she was going to assault him and grabbed her wrist. "What do you want?"

"...Don't misunderstand, I—"

Before she could finish speaking, he interrupted, "Do you treat others like this too?"

"What?!"

Her voice rose with excitement, "I'll treat you like this, okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car fell into an eerie silence.

The moment their eyes met, a subtle ambiguity spread between them.

It's very light, but not negligible.

Lin Zaoyi covered her face and lowered her head, her ears burning.

She didn't know how many times she had thought of burying herself.

I glanced up quietly.

He looked over too, his lips curving upwards, his smile full of meaningful slyness.

"..."

Help.

Whether there's a pitfall or not, she'll jump in, even if it's a sewer...

He gripped his palms, his scalp tingling. "I misspoke... I meant I only touched you... no, no—"

She stammered, "I didn't touch you, I didn't mean to just now, I only made a gesture, I didn't mean to..."

At this point, his head drooped, and he felt a lump in his throat.

"Brother Zhaojing, I really didn't mean to offend you..."

Tan Zhaojing's lips remained curved, his fingertips idly stroking her slender wrist. "Did you do this to Tan Youye too?"

"ah?"

Lin Zaoyi paused for half a second and shook her head, "No."

Only he could stir up her emotions.

She felt a warmth on her skin, and her gaze drifted over it, her face flushing even more. Was this an unconscious act?

Well, she's generous and doesn't hold grudges.

She shook her wrist. "Brother Zhaojing, you forgot to let go of me."

"I haven't forgotten, I was afraid you would take advantage of me."

He spoke casually, but she was terrified. "How could that be? I said it wasn't intentional."

With her wrist freed, she lightly touched his pants, and Tan Zhaojing misunderstood her again, asking, "What are you doing, a girl, pointing at a man's private parts?"

Where...

There wasn't even a slight deviation...

His face was flushed with anger. "I just want to ask if the key in your pocket is my car key."

He said, "No."

Lin Zaoyi said "oh," turned her head away, leaving behind a timid and depressed back of her head.

Tan Zhaojing couldn't help but laugh.

The car was quiet, but the faint laughter was still quite clear. Lin Zaoyi turned her head and saw an extremely indifferent face.

Did I hear that right?

She pursed her lips and turned her back to him again.

Tan Zhaojing smiled again, but this time it was silent.

The entire scene of the two flirting and teasing fell on Assistant Shao, who was driving. He kept his eyes down and his mind racing, but inside he was having a blast.

He seemed to know a tremendous secret.

A childish hip-hop sound came from Ms. Lin's phone, as if she was watching anime.

It seems that Miss Lin is unaware that her boss prefers quiet.

"Miss Lin—"

Just as the words of advice were about to be uttered, the boss spoke up, "It's alright."

He shut his mouth at the right moment.

Lin Zaoyi was completely engrossed in the cartoon and didn't hear Assistant Shao calling him. The car swayed slightly, and strands of hair that were tucked behind her ears fell down. She reached out and smoothed them, unconsciously looking up, and somehow, her eyes met his.

She blinked. "Want to watch it together?"

Tan Zhaojing naturally looked away, saying, "See for yourself."

Lin Zaoyi asked casually.

The timing was perfect; he arrived at his company just as one episode of the animated series ended.

Take the dedicated elevator directly to the 32nd floor.

The phone rang. It was Editor-in-Chief Yu. "Brother Zhaojing, I need to take this call."

Walk to the corner.

After answering the call, the editor-in-chief said, "Zaoyi, are you free tonight? Come out for dinner and come with me to a business dinner."

She dared not; she kept Sister Qiao's reminder firmly in mind.

"Excuse me, Editor-in-Chief Yu, I have something to do tonight."

He probably didn't expect this junior intern to contradict him. There was a half-second pause on the phone, and then the editor-in-chief chuckled coldly, "Fine, you're busy."

"..."

Is it trending?

Isn't that a narrow-minded viewpoint?

Upon entering the office, Tan Zhaojing pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down for a while, I need to have a meeting."

I don't really want to; giving them a key would only take a few seconds.

In terms of behavior, obediently follow instructions.

Lin Zaoyi sat absentmindedly on the sofa two meters away, listening to Wen Dan's slow and deliberate voice.

It was all in English, and she only had a vague understanding of the project-related vocabulary.

As I listened, I started to feel sleepy.

I tried to hold back, but in the end I couldn't resist the drooping of my eyelids.

Tan Zhaojing would occasionally glance up at the rest area, and then look over again; the girl seemed to be asleep.

He put on his headphones and went into the inner room to get a blanket.

When I came out, the sleeping figure that had been leaning back was now uncontrollably falling down.

He took a large step forward, caught the object steadily and gently, and slowly laid it flat, raising both legs onto the sofa.

As if searching for a comfortable position, the girl kicked and struggled with her brows furrowed. Perhaps the cashmere blanket helped, because she hugged it tightly, pressing her knees down and half of her face against it. Because of the pressure, her lips pouted slightly.

Looking at it this way, she seems carefree and thoughtless.

When I woke up, I pretended to be very well-behaved.

A voice came through the earpiece, "President Tan?"

Tan Zhaojing calmly stood up, sat back down at her desk, and lightly tapped the keyboard. [You speak, I'm listening.]