Chapter 11 No one answers.

"Now that I've delivered it, of course I have to make sure you leave safely."

He smiled and added another sentence.

"What if it rains outside after the interview and you don't even have an umbrella?"

Song Zhiwei wanted to decline, so she opened her mouth.

Just as she was about to say, "I can take a taxi myself," the man waved his hand.

"Go ahead, don't waste time."

He pointed to his watch: "It's ten minutes to nine o'clock, don't be late."

"good."

She nodded.

Song Zhiwei turned and stepped out of the car, her high heels clicking on the ground.

The sunlight shone on her, casting a long shadow.

She didn't turn around, but walked straight towards the towering building.

The first floor of Feiyun is particularly grand, with a spacious lobby.

The space, spanning over a thousand square meters, stretches as far as the eye can see.

The top is a metal cloud-patterned dome with alternating yellow and silver colors, and the carving is exquisite.

Dozens of stone pillars gleaming with metallic light stood all around.

The pillar is engraved with minimalist cloud patterns.

Cool-toned lighting shines down from above, making the entire space appear spacious and solemn.

The floor was covered with shiny marble, which reflected her slender figure.

Her red-soled high heels clicked crisply as she stepped on them.

She walked to the front desk, stopped, nodded slightly, and politely asked, "Hello, which floor is the interview on? I have an appointment for the position at 9:00 AM sharp."

"Eighth floor, Human Resources Department. I'll take you there."

The receptionist immediately stood up, walked around the counter, and smiled as she gestured for her to proceed.

"This way, please. The interview area is on the sixteenth floor."

Song Zhiwei nodded and followed behind him.

The young man stopped at the elevator entrance, took out an employee ID card from the inside pocket of his suit jacket, and skillfully swiped it.

With a "beep," the elevator doors opened.

Song Zhiwei stepped inside, her heels making a soft echo on the smooth floor.

She stood in the corner, pressing the "16" floor button with her fingertips.

The elevator doors slowly closed.

A slight upward sensation came over me.

She looked up at the constantly changing numbers, and her heart began to beat faster.

The sky outside the window was a pale gray, and her slightly nervous figure was reflected in the glass of the building.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Stepping out of the elevator, a long corridor comes into view.

The waiting area in front of the door was already quite crowded.

Song Zhiwei found a corner seat and sat down.

Gently place the folder on your lap and fold your hands together.

She tried her best not to look at the time, but she couldn't help unlocking her phone screen a few times.

After waiting for about an hour, someone finally called her name.

Fortunately, the interview went surprisingly smoothly.

The questions asked by the examiner.

She answered questions with ease, whether in terms of professional skills or adaptability.

She spoke in a calm and measured tone.

The interviewer sitting opposite me nodded frequently, and even a hint of approval appeared on his lips.

The interviewer was a capable woman.

Around thirty-five years old, with short, neat hair, and a well-tailored business suit.

She has a straightforward personality and doesn't like beating around the bush. After listening to the last question, she said decisively, "Your performance is excellent and meets all the requirements of our position."

She pulled a piece of paper from the folder and pushed it in front of Song Zhiwei.

"This is the offer letter. If you have no problems, you can sign it now."

Song Zhiwei paused for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, her hands trembling slightly as she took the pen.

Write your name neatly in the signature area.

Step out of the Feiyun Building.

The cold winter wind blew in, making her shiver.

But she couldn't help but laugh.

Sunlight pierced through gaps in the clouds and shone on the snow-covered ground.

Song Zhiwei tightened her coat and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She felt relaxed and cheerful, and her steps became lighter as well.

But when she hurried to the agreed parking spot, she found that the spot where the black SUV had been parked was now empty.

She stopped and frowned as she looked around.

I walked back and forth twice, and even went around to check the adjacent parking spaces, but I still didn't see any familiar license plates.

Her smile faded little by little, replaced by a hint of unease.

She immediately took out her phone, quickly swiped her fingers across the screen, found Zhou Yuze's number, and dialed it without hesitation.

The phone rang for a long time, once, twice, three times...

It stopped abruptly after the seventh note.

Immediately afterwards, a cold, mechanical female voice rang out.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later."

Her heart sank, and her fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping the phone even more firmly.

My uncle always keeps his word and never goes back on his promises, so why would he suddenly disappear?

The two of them had clearly agreed to pick her up after her interview, and they wouldn't be even ten minutes late.

Not only have they not come, but we can't get through to them on the phone either...

Could something have happened?

Song Zhiwei pursed her lips, which were already slightly purple from the cold.

She stretched out her fingers, which were already red from the cold, and dialed Zhou Yuce's number again.

The cold wind whipped snowflakes against her face.

Winters in Yancheng are exceptionally cold.

Especially in the evening, the temperature drops sharply, and the air seems to freeze.

Large snowflakes fell on the shoulders of her dark gray suit and slowly melted.

It left a wet stain.

She didn't know how many times she had typed it, five times?

Ten times?

Until the phone's battery level dropped by one bar.

Finally, the call went through.

A familiar, deep voice came through the receiver, tinged with weariness.

"Zhiwei, I'm sorry, I have some urgent business to attend to, so I might not be able to pick you up."

She was about to ask if things were complicated, but before she could even utter a sound...

Suddenly, another woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Her tone was sweet, with a hint of coquetry.

"I'm so sorry, Yu Ce. It's all my fault for being so stupid. I messed up such a small thing. Luckily, you were here."

That sound...

She recognized her.

Song Zhiwei gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Snowflakes landed on her eyelids, cool and refreshing, melting into a drop of water that slid down her cheek.

She couldn't tell whether it was melted snow or tears that had secretly mixed in.

My throat felt like it was blocked, and I couldn't say a word.

There seemed to be whispering on the other end of the phone. Zhou Yuze whispered a few words to the other end before turning his attention back to her.

"Zhiwei, how about I have someone else pick you up? The company driver can come over."

Song Zhiwei tugged at the corners of her mouth, managing only a weak smile.

"No."

She didn't want anyone to see her like this, and she especially didn't want him to send "someone else" to pick her up.

As soon as the call ended, the surroundings became eerily quiet.

She stood there in the snow, a thin layer of snow already covering her feet.

Snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, and everything around was a vast expanse of white.

As darkness fell, the streetlights came on one by one.

The dim, yellowish light shone on the snow, elongating her lonely figure.