Chapter 63 In a fit of pique, "Otherwise, how can I be your secretary, and your...?"

For several days in a row, Zhang Minglang seemed to have really listened to her words and did not do anything out of line again.

If we don't count the occasional brazen glances he gave Tang Yi when she brought in the documents, or the subtle touches he made on her hand while handling them.

Tang Yi couldn't help but say, "Can you please stop making so many little moves?"

Zhang Minglang deflated: "Not even that? At least give me a transition period..."

These days, Tang Yi is busy attending meetings everywhere, and she also spends most of her energy training Fang Zhen. Occasionally, she will invite her to a few small meetings, and she will be fully responsible for proofreading and sending documents that require signatures.

Fang Zhen always did a good job.

Tang Yi expressed satisfaction with this, while Fang Zhen herself said that she was a little intimidated by President Zhang, but she could barely manage to complete the task.

Only Zhang Minglang.

Once again, she looked expectantly at the door, waiting for Tang Yi to arrive, only to hear a completely unfamiliar knock.

He was furious!

He vigorously uncapped the pen, forcefully signed his name, and casually tossed the pen onto the table with a thud.

Fang Zhen quickly grabbed the documents and ran away.

He picked up his phone, tapped on Tang Yi's profile picture, typed a few words, then suddenly realized something, deleted them all, and tapped on Tang Yi's work account.

Having learned his lesson too many times in this regard, Zhang Minglang has developed this habit.

He scrolled through their chat history, which was full of "okay" and "received" messages. Zhang Minglang laughed out loud. Throughout their day-long conversations, he had acted completely like a colleague she had no connection with! He didn't act like a boyfriend at all!

However, he was still angry for a while, and in the end he only dared to type timidly in front of the screen.

[Chapter: Come to the office for a moment]

He checked it over, his tone icy enough, deliberately omitting the words "girlfriend" or even "Secretary Tang," just to express his anger.

There was a knock on the door; it was a familiar voice.

Tang Yi came in.

Zhang Minglang half-covered his chin with his hand, his eyes still glued to the computer screen, but his ears were perked up, watching Tang Yi's movements.

Tang Yi walked to his desk and saw that he was looking at the computer without saying a word. She wasn't in a hurry and asked in a flat tone, "Mr. Zhang, did you call me?"

Zhang Minglang was determined to teach her a lesson. He had countless ideas in his mind, ranging from arranging an extremely long overtime shift to making her make him a cup of coffee at a precise temperature of 65 degrees Celsius, with only thirty sugar granules—not one more, not one less.

No matter how his mind raced, he eventually just looked up from the screen, glanced at her lightly, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and let out a soft "hmm".

He continued looking at the computer, the mouse cursor moving erratically across the screen, as if reflecting his current state of mind.

His attitude should be cold enough, right?

Has Tang Yi not realized that she's already angry?

Tang Yi had completely figured out what this man was up to. Since she had time, she decided to stand aside and wait it out with him, seeing who could be more patient.

Just as Zhang Minglang was about to speak, unable to hold on any longer, the internal phone on the table suddenly rang.

Both were caught up in their own emotions and thoughts and were startled.

Zhang Minglang picked up the phone and, while extending his arm, secretly turned to look at her.

It was a bit chilly today, and Tang Yi was already wearing a beige turtleneck sweater. The fabric looked exceptionally soft, and she paired it with a brown woolen skirt. The colors were harmonious from top to bottom, giving her a gentle and graceful aura.

Zhang Minglang's eyes were busy for a few seconds before finally landing on her wrist.

The bracelet he gave her was now encircling her wrist, shimmering faintly through the lace trim on a sleeve.

Zhang Minglang's anger suddenly dissipated for no apparent reason.

"Hello? Mr. Zhang?"

He heard the other person's voice through the receiver and snapped out of his daze: "Huh? Say it again."

The other end repeated what he said, and Zhang Minglang's eyes widened as he listened. After clicking the microphone back, he had completely forgotten that he was still arguing with Tang Yi.

Zhang Minglang stood up and walked a few steps to her. Tang Yi's gaze suddenly rose from her head, looking at his bright eyes with confusion.

"We'll have a meeting this afternoon to make the final decision on your rural youth charity project!"

Tang Yi's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this, and the corners of her mouth curved up: "Really?"

Zhang Minglang nodded vigorously.

Tang Yi said, "I'll go out and prepare in a bit. I'll give a good presentation this afternoon and try to get it approved."

Zhang Minglang laughed: "No need to fight for it, it will definitely pass."

Tang Yi smiled, looked away, and then looked at the hands that were already on her shoulders. She then looked at his eyes with a smile in her eyes.

Zhang Minglang quickly picked up his paw and held it in the air, saying, "Sorry, I got excited and forgot."

Tang Yi didn't reply to his question. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and asked about something else: "You're not giving me the cold shoulder anymore?"

Zhang Minglang's expression became very complex. He hesitated for a moment, then stubbornly turned his head to the side: "When did I ever give you the cold shoulder?"

Tang Yi said, "Not yet? You've just come up with ten or eight ways to make things difficult for me, haven't you?"

If Zhang Minglang weren't someone who could barely keep his composure, he would have jumped up long ago after hearing those words.

However, Zhang Minglang is not good at anything else, but he is best at getting stuck on trivial details and figuring things out for himself.

He took a step forward, closing the already short distance between himself and Tang Yi even further. With his head lowered, he could easily kiss her if he bent down just a little.

What's more, Tang Yi was looking at him with a playful gaze, her rosy lips just centimeters away.

Zhang Minglang chuckled softly, his voice extremely low: "Are you a tapeworm to me? You can read my mind perfectly."

You care about me a lot and know me well, otherwise how could you know all my unspoken thoughts?

But Zhang Minglang swallowed those words, not uttering them aloud, only letting them surface silently in his heart, like a lotus leaf that could never be suppressed from the surface of a pond.

Tang Yi chuckled softly, her gentle breath like a newly grown feather, soft, light, and ticklish, wrapping around Zhang Minglang's dry, bobbing Adam's apple.

“Yes,” she squinted, “otherwise how could I be your secretary, and your girlfriend?”

Zhang Minglang felt as if he were being pricked by needles all over his body, followed by a fever. He lowered his head and tried to take another step forward, but Tang Yi placed her hand on his chest and forcefully pushed him away.

"My desk phone rang."

She left him with those words, giving him only a deep look before turning and walking away.

Zhang Minglang tried to stop her, but his movement was too slow. All that was left for him were a few strands of long hair that slipped through his fingers, carrying a rich fragrance, but they vanished in an instant.

Zhang Minglang withdrew his hand, put his hands in his pockets, and leaned against the edge of the table, staring intently at the closed door, as if he could see her outside through it.

His girlfriend is a woman who flirts with someone and then runs away.

Zhang Minglang lowered his head, rubbing his fingers together, and couldn't help but chuckle.

After finishing her phone call outside the door, Tang Yi's initial ease and joy from leaving the CEO's office vanished.

She said, "I'll be right there," straightened up, looked at the closed door of the president's office, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the elevator outside.

The secretary of the board of directors called and told her to go to the board office alone, and instructed her to keep everything confidential from Zhang Minglang.

As Tang Yi boarded the elevator to the boardroom, she was still pondering something.

She believed that her recent public interactions with Zhang Minglang were not excessive, and moreover, under her strict guidance, Zhang Minglang had also toned down his behavior and gradually adapted to the habit of keeping his distance at work.

Tang Yi couldn't imagine what the purpose of suddenly calling her in for a private talk could be other than discussing her relationship with Zhang Minglang.

However, looking back on her recent experiences, she really couldn't imagine how her relationship with Zhang Minglang could have reached the old man's ears.

As she was thinking, Tang Yi had unknowingly walked to the door of the CEO's office. She took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door three times.

"Enter."

A deep voice, unheard for a long time, came from inside the door. Tang Yi pushed open the door and walked in, her expression respectful: "Chairman Zhang."

As usual, Chairman Zhang gestured for her to sit on the sofa in the reception area.

Tang Yi, as usual, went to his side to help him up.

However, the old man seemed to have seen some kind of demon or monster, stopping her from approaching: "You don't need to come, I can walk by myself. I'm not so old that I need someone to help me!"

If you still can't hear the inexplicable dissatisfaction in his words, then all of Tang Yi's years of hard work have been for nothing.

She nodded in agreement, but still slowed her pace toward the sofa, keeping a close eye on his slow movements.

The two sat down facing each other. Tang Yi noticed that because Director Zhang was facing the bright sunlight coming from the window, he quietly drew the curtains a little to block out some of the light.

Chairman Zhang had seen everything. He looked at her with complicated emotions in his cloudy eyes and slowly said, "Has Minglang been doing well lately?"

Tang Yi smiled and nodded: "President Zhang is doing well. He just returned from vacation recently, so there are bound to be more meetings. I will make reasonable arrangements based on his rest period..."

Chairman Zhang interrupted her flawless report: "How is his living situation?"

As expected, there's no escaping it.

Tang Yi's eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly. After a quick second of deliberation, she said, "President Zhang's gastroenteritis hasn't flared up as often lately, and I've been keeping an eye on his diet. Perhaps the sudden drop in temperature has caused him to catch a chill, so I've also..."

"You know, that's not what I want to ask."

Chairman Zhang's steady voice rang out, and Tang Yi interrupted herself. She looked up, still smiling, and said, "I'm sorry, Chairman Zhang. I have no right to interfere in other matters."

"No right to interfere? Humph!" Chairman Zhang glared at her, his tone full of distrust. "If you have no right to interfere in a relationship like yours, then who does?"

Tang Yi's heart sank. She looked up at him, her eyes unusually unfocused.

Mr. Zhang, however, seemed to find it novel. Tang Yi always appeared capable and at ease in front of him, and he never imagined that one day this girl would lose her composure like this in front of him because of his grandson.

Tang Yi made a decision in her heart, but no matter how firm she was in her heart, she still couldn't help but hesitate and feel nervous when she spoke.

Just as she was about to speak, there was a sudden noise from the door in the distance.

She looked up and saw the door slowly open, revealing Zhang Minglang emerging from behind it.

Tang Yi suddenly felt a little dazed.

This scene was just like the day they first met at the company.

He pushed open the door and walked in, strolling over to her. He bowed slightly in a gentlemanly manner, extended his palm, and said with a playful tone, "Nice to meet you."