Chapter 35 How does Miss Jiang compensate?

The lobby of Shen Group is spacious and bright.

Jiang Tingwan looked at Ruan Yue's nervous expression and couldn't help but ask, "Have you prepared your resignation letter?"

Ruan Yue nodded hurriedly, then took out an envelope from her bag.

The words "Resignation Application" on the envelope were particularly eye-catching. Jiang Tingwan raised her eyebrows, seeing that it was obviously rushed out overnight.

She couldn't help but touch the tip of her nose guiltily.

After all, she was the culprit behind all this.

"Give it to me."

She reached out to take the envelope, then gently patted Ruan Yue's shoulder, trying to calm her down.

“I’ll go find Shen Guan, this will save some time, you just go and pack your things.”

Ruan Yue was relieved immediately, but then she looked worried again. She reached out and grabbed Jiang Tingwan's sleeve, whispering, "Sister, he..."

"rest assured."

Jiang Tingwan gave her a soothing smile, knowing that she was probably still frightened by what happened last night, "He wouldn't dare to do anything to me."

The elevator door slowly opened, and the secretary nodded as if he was already used to this scene.

Jiang Tingwan was about to step into Chen Guan's office when she inadvertently saw Chen Guan in a meeting through the glass wall of the conference room.

He sat upright in the main seat, his brows furrowed, his expression serious and focused, completely different from the one who kissed her in the helicopter last night with affection in his eyes.

Jiang Tingwan stopped involuntarily, and all the scenes in the helicopter last night came to her mind.

The surging emotions in his eyes and the passionate kiss seemed to be right in front of him.

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something and turned around.

Jiang Tingwan's heart skipped a beat and she subconsciously turned around and left.

On ordinary days, she might have given him a silent teasing or winked at him seductively.

But today, for some reason, when she saw him, the only thing that came to her mind was the scene that made her heart beat faster last night.

This feeling of being out of control was somewhat unfamiliar to her.

She walked hurriedly and stopped only after turning the corner of the corridor.

I couldn't help but think to myself, what's the point of running away like this, I still have to go see him later.

It's really weird.

She came to help Ruan Yue resign, and when she saw Shen Guan, the only thing on her mind was the kiss.

If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have been so anxious to help Ruan Yue make this trip.

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Just as Jiang Tingwan was about to sit down in the rest area, Shen Guan's secretary came over quickly.

"Ms. Jiang, Mr. Shen wants you to go to his office and wait."

Her fingertips paused, and as expected, she was discovered, and she felt a little guilty.

But on second thought, she wasn't the one who was rejected last night, so why should she feel guilty?

"Lead the way."

She raised her chin and followed the secretary to Shen Guan's office.

When you open the door, sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fills the entire space.

This time Jiang Tingwan had the chance to take a closer look.

Minimalist gray and white tones, Italian leather sofas, a few abstract paintings on the wall, and not much else.

She walked to the bookcase, her fingertips running over the gold-embossed spines of "The Wealth of Nations" and "The Black Swan", but suddenly stopped in the corner.

Hidden there was a gilded picture frame, its edges somewhat faded.

She pulled it out as if possessed by a ghost, and after seeing what was on it, her breathing stopped.

In the photo, she is sitting in front of a piano in a shopping mall. Her profile is cast with a halo by the ceiling light, and her fingertips linger on the black and white keys.

That was the scene when she was studying in the UK and accidentally played "The truth that you leave" in a shopping mall.

Memories are like a tide that overflows the banks.

The rainy season in London that year was exceptionally long, and the dark clouds made it hard to breathe.

As she passed Harrods, the grand piano stood quietly in the center, with a thin layer of dust on the piano cover.

Without the Jiang family's rules and without the famous teacher's pickyness, she played the song she wanted to play for the first time.

The sound of the piano contains the mist of the Thames, the gray pigeons always pecking at food downstairs of the apartment building, and the lingering homesickness in the midnight dreams.

There is loneliness, longing, and an indescribable melancholy.

A crowd gradually gathered around her, but she was so immersed in it that she didn't even notice the figure holding a camera in the corner.

"So you've seen me before."

She stroked the photo frame gently and suddenly found it funny.

This person actually hid such a secret.

There were footsteps at the door, and Jiang Tingwan quickly put the photo frame back to its place.

When he turned around, Shen Guan was already leaning against the door, his dark grey suit jacket draped over his arm, his tie slightly loosened.

"Found anything interesting?" he asked, with a smile in his voice.

"Boss Shen is going to attend a meeting for another ten minutes?"

Jiang Tingwan pretended to be calm, "I haven't finished the tour yet."

"I don't dare to open it."

Chen Guan approached step by step, he leaned on the bookcase behind her with one hand, "Why did you run just now?"

The woody aroma mixed with a hint of cedar envelops the air.

Jiang Tingwan raised her head and met his gaze: "You, guess?"

"Hmm...I guess."

"If you want to play the role of a flirty secretary and a boss,

Chen Guan chuckled and tucked her scattered hair behind her ear with his other hand. "We can ask the HR director to come up and handle the onboarding process right now."

Jiang Tingwan's gaze unconsciously fell on his lips, the curve where he kissed her last night.

"What are you thinking about"

Her chin was gently pinched, and she realized that she had been distracted.

"Thinking..."

She shook Ruan Yue's resignation letter.

"How did Mr. Shen threaten my sister last night? She came here early in the morning crying and saying she wanted to resign."

Shen Guan raised an eyebrow, then he remembered the image of a profiteer that he had created.

He loosened his tie nonchalantly: "I just said a few bad things about you."

"My image has been ruined. How is Miss Jiang going to compensate me?"

Compensation again.

Jiang Tingwan's ears felt hot. This scene was so similar to the one on the top floor last night.

He said he wanted to take her out for some fresh air, but suddenly he kissed her.

"Where does Mr. Shen want to go again?"

Shen Guan's hands gently rubbed her hair, with a bit of pampering.

"I lied to you. I already made up for it last night."

Jiang Tingwan's heart moved slightly, and after hesitating for a moment, she still spoke.

"Mr. Shen...did you go to London two years ago? And you went to Harrods"

"Yeah." Shen Guan turned and walked towards the French window, his back figure looking particularly clear in the sunlight.

He knew what she wanted to say.

"Three years ago, there was an internal fight in the Shen family, and I was sent out by Shen Nianzhi to hide from the limelight."

His voice was calm, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"My second uncle wanted to kidnap me and threaten Shen Nianzhi in order to seize power."

"At that time, I was on edge every day, worried about the domestic situation and afraid that I would become a weak link."

Jiang Tingwan had never heard such a solemn statement before, and she quietly clutched the hem of her skirt.

"Until one day in the mall, I heard a girl playing the piano."

He suddenly turned around and looked at her with burning eyes.

"White dress, melancholy expression, just like me then."

"She plays so well, every note feels like stabbing a knife into my heart."

Having said that, Shen Guan chuckled.

"I was already in a bad mood, and after hearing that I wanted to jump into the Thames."

Jiang Tingwan was in a trance and saw herself sitting in front of the piano three years ago, pouring all her thoughts and anxieties into the keys.

She didn't know at that time that in some corner, someone was quietly listening to her thoughts.

"But after she finished playing, she breathed a sigh of relief and smiled."

Chen Guan walked closer step by step, his voice so soft as if he was afraid of disturbing the memory.

"That smile makes me feel that no matter how difficult the hurdle is, it will be overcome."

His fingertips gently stroked her cheek with endless cherishment.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again in a bar three years later."

Jiang Tingwan was slightly startled.