Overwhelmed with excitement, Ling Qingyue took a long, cold shower in the bathroom that night.

The next day, he got up early, ready to show off his culinary skills by cooking for Jiang Tian.

As far as he knew, Jiang Tian couldn't cook.

What a coincidence, he doesn't know either.

However, he can turn his disadvantage into an advantage. If he masters the secrets of cooking, Jiang Tian might fall for him.

Unfortunately, her ideals were too lofty. It took Ling Qingyue twenty minutes to recognize all the utensils in the kitchen.

He wasn't trying to be presumptuous; he just wanted to make some fried rice with eggs so people could see his efforts.

However……

"Cough cough!"

Jiang Tian covered her nose and looked at Ling Qingyue, whose face was full of gloom: "Are you developing a biological weapon?"

Although Ling Qingyue's face wasn't completely covered in ash, it was close enough.

He said, looking aggrieved, "I wanted to make you breakfast to please you, but I didn't expect fried rice to be so difficult..."

Jiang Tian: "...Don't prepare surprises like this for me in the future."

The two ended up eating at a breakfast shop downstairs.

Seeing his dejected state, Jiang Tian comforted him just before he entered the office: "I'm happy that you can make breakfast for me. Whether you succeed or not is another matter."

Ling Qingyue's eyes, which had lost their light, instantly brightened again.

He was about to ask something else when Jiang Tian pushed open the office door and went in.

Once inside, she immediately switched to her work mode.

Ling Qingyue was at her wits' end, but she could only obediently go to work.

Before they left work, they received a phone call from the old man.

“I don’t trust anyone else to handle that big project in G City. Jiang Tian, ​​I’ll have to trouble you to make the trip. And Ling Qingyue, you should go with her and learn from her. You need to learn to work honestly and also to be flexible.”

Ling Qingyue was unusually not annoyed by the old man's chatter. If the old man hadn't said anything, he was afraid that Jiang Tian would dislike him and stop taking him along.

The project was urgent, and after the old man notified them, the two of them rushed to catch a plane overnight.

After hastily eating a few bites of food, Jiang Tian began studying project materials without even taking a break.

Ling Qingyue wanted to help, but didn't know where to start, so she could only serve tea and water.

He knew that it was useless to persuade Jiang Tian to rest; everyone has their own principles in their career.

By the time Jiang Tian finished watching, it was almost 3 a.m. They needed to be at the scene by 8 a.m., and there was still a drive to go.

Jiang Tian had just said she wasn't going to sleep when Ling Qingyue looked at her disapprovingly: "Why don't you sleep now that you've finished everything? I can't sleep either if you don't sleep, so you have to sleep with me anyway."

Because the trip was too rushed, the two of them only booked one standard room.

Jiang Tian thought for a few seconds and said, "Okay, let's go to sleep then."

Ling Qingyue was surprised that she was so easily persuaded and asked suspiciously, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

"No, you've been with me through so much already. If we keep going like this, I don't want to be known as someone who mistreats their employees."

Ling Qingyue: "..." As expected of her.

Although she had only slept for a few hours, Jiang Tian felt much more energetic.

For the entire day, Ling Qingyue automatically took on the role of Jiang Tian's assistant.

He finally understood why the old man had entrusted this project to Jiang Tian; it was because negotiating this project was extremely difficult.

Jiang Tian engaged in a heated debate with someone all day long, her words so sharp they could leave the other person completely defeated. Yet, the other party remained calm under pressure, and even the smallest concession could spark dozens of rounds of debate.

Only after being in that environment did Ling Qingyue realize how much pressure Jiang Tian was under.

After three full days, we finally got the project.

Ling Qingyue saw that Jiang Tian looked exhausted and seemed to have lost several pounds, and it would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry for her.

After reporting to the old man, he was indeed very happy and told Jiang Tian that he would give her three days off to rest.

Jiang Tian accepted.

"You have a three-day holiday coming up. You can choose to go back, but I have to go somewhere."

Ling Qingyue looked at her: "What are you planning to do?"

Jiang Tian glanced at him and said, "I want to go see my hometown."

Ling Qingyue only knew that Jiang Tian was an orphan who was able to go to school thanks to her father's financial support, but she didn't know that her hometown was here.

He looked at her and said, "I'll go with you."

Jiang Tian did not refute, and tacitly agreed.

Ling Qingyue accompanied Jiang Tian to sweep her parents' graves without saying a word the whole way.

He knew he needed quiet at this moment.

“My parents were ordinary workers. If they hadn’t drowned, my life might have been very different.”

It was rare for Jiang Tian to be in the mood to talk to Ling Qingyue about her past.

In her account, Ling Qingyue learned that her parents had lost their lives in a flood.

At that time, Jiang Tian was fortunate enough to be in another city and escaped this calamity.

Her parents have both passed away, leaving her all alone. It's hard to say whether that's lucky or unlucky.

Jiang Tian was in a very low mood all day.

Ling Qingyue didn't say anything to make her happy; she should have her own time to reflect.

As a companion, his silent presence is sometimes the most useful.

They visited the graves on the first day, and Jiang Tian returned to normal on the second day.

"Actually, my family also has a small house, it's one of those old buildings. I hired a housekeeper who cleans it regularly. Would you like to come with me to take a look?"

Ling Qingyue said he would definitely do it.

He wanted to get close to Jiang Tian and learn about her in every way.

Her building was indeed very old, with some peeling paint on the walls.

"It was a second-hand house that my parents worked hard to save up to buy, but unfortunately they passed away before they could live in it. Later, my relatives sold it for a very low price."

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