Chapter 92 Business Trip
He has always been low-key and strict with the rules. He only addresses the staff around him by their titles and rarely calls them by their names, let alone remembers their names.
But this time he made an exception, “I remember you, you are Shen Yan who is responsible for cleaning the audio-visual room.”
That girl with outstanding appearance, pretty face, gentle personality but not lacking in spirituality, and who is careful and thoughtful in doing things - Chen Yan.
She always finds new ideas in trivial work and maintains good relationships with colleagues.
Although she sometimes spoke too fast and liked to make up some bizarre stories to tease everyone, no one would really blame her for it.
Shen Yan didn't expect that Chen Zeyu would still remember her.
You have to know that in this manor controlled by a huge family, the status hierarchy is so strict that it is almost suffocating.
Ordinary staff members like her would usually not be remembered by the host family unless they made any serious mistakes.
And once they are remembered, most of them are not good things.
Making mistakes in an occasion like today and being remembered by the higher-ups may not be a good thing.
That means you've been noticed and may be tracked down for a minor issue.
You may also be fined.
After all, the rules of the manor are as numerous as the stars in the sky. If you are not careful, you may step into the restricted area. Deducting wages is the lightest punishment.
She smiled, trying to hide her doubts and uneasiness, and said softly and with a hint of self-mockery: "My name is not worthy of Third Master's concern."
Chen Zeyu sighed softly, his eyes as calm as water, "Since we already know each other, then walk with me by the lotus pond."
His tone was low, as if he was giving an order, but mixed with a hint of imperceptible tenderness.
Shen Yan's mind was confused, and for a moment she couldn't react to what he meant.
Why did he suddenly want to accompany him?
This is totally unlike the cold and aloof Third Master.
What is he thinking about?
Did something happen?
Or was it just a whim?
Why would he want to take a walk?
Isn't this something a young master should be interested in?
Does he need someone to accompany him?
Isn’t this incredible?
And why was it her?
An insignificant clerk?
Chen Zeyu took a few steps forward and found that there was silence behind him. When he looked back, his brows slightly frowned.
He stopped and urged calmly, "Come here."
Chen Yan stood still, and hesitantly turned to Song Xiaomei for help.
The two of them had just been called over to deal with the tea set. Now that the situation had changed suddenly, Song Xiaomei naturally didn't want to leave.
Song Xiaomei was about to step forward to explain a few words, but was sternly stopped by a cold voice.
Chen Zeyu responded coldly: "You don't have to go there, just her is enough."
Song Xiaomei stopped walking when she heard this, a look of hesitation and worry on her face, "But..."
Before she finished her words, she was interrupted by an even colder voice: "Don't you understand the order? Then you don't need to come to the manor tomorrow."
Seeing this, Shen Yan hurriedly took two steps forward, trying to force a relaxed smile, trying her best to ease the tense atmosphere, "Third Master is right, she will leave now."
As she spoke, she winked at Song Xiaomei, meaning that she should go back quickly and not cause trouble here.
Her expression was comforting and encouraging, as if telling her, it's okay, I'll be fine.
But Song Xiaomei just pursed her lips silently, with reluctance and struggle in her eyes, and she was unwilling to turn around and leave.
Chen Zeyu sighed again, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness and fatigue. "What could I possibly be planning? I just asked her to stand aside and wait. What could possibly happen to us?"
His voice was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.
Indeed, the people following the Third Master were called by him, and it was the Third Master who was the one who suffered the loss.
He had brought people here to do business, but now it seemed as if Shen Yan was being "coerced". This contrast made everyone relax a little.
Thinking of this, everyone was not so scared anymore, and the tense atmosphere was slightly alleviated.
Shen Yan gently took Song Xiaomei's hand, and the warmth from her palm was soothing. "Go wash up and rest first. I'll be back after I'm done."
She spoke softly, as if afraid of disturbing anything.
Although Song Xiaomei was worried, she finally ran back as she wanted. When she turned around, she paused hesitantly before taking a step forward.
When turning the corner, he did not forget to look back at Chen Yan, his eyes full of worry, but he did not stop.
Shen Yan stood there, stretched out her hand and waved, signaling her to go quickly, “Hurry up, don’t delay.”
Her movements were smooth but not impatient, and she still had that calm demeanor.
"Stay away from me and follow me."
As soon as she withdrew her hand, she heard Chen Zeyu say something coldly.
After saying that, Chen Zeyu didn't continue talking, nor did he turn to look at her, but just walked forward on his own.
It seemed that he really just wanted her to be on standby, without any unnecessary actions or instructions.
He seemed to want her only to be there, ready to be used, as his deputy at all times.
He walked fast, his steps as fast as the wind, and he seemed to be focused. However, Chen Yan was farther away. Because the distance between them had increased, she could not keep up with him, so she had to speed up her pace to catch up.
He added coldly, "Don't get too close, just keep your distance."
These words were said calmly and could not be refuted.
Chen Yan's mind was full of question marks and doubts. She didn't understand the deep meaning of his actions, but she could only follow his instructions and didn't dare to act on her own.
She kept a distance of about ten meters and walked carefully behind him on the dim road.
The night wind blows gently, and the shadows of the trees are mottled.
Bursts of frog croaking came from the lotus field, one louder than the other, interweaving together, like a symphony at night.
The water flows slowly beside the stone bridge, and the sound of it is particularly crisp and pleasant in the open space.
The two stood there like this for several minutes, each in silence, neither of them taking the initiative to break the silence.
Suddenly, Chen Zeyu raised his hand and waved to her, his arm moving slightly, "Come here."
He said.
Shen Yan was completely confused, not knowing what he was going to do next, and felt a little baffled in her heart.
She took two steps forward and asked cautiously, "Third Master, you called me?"
The tone was cautious, almost tentative.
Chen Zeyu was holding a bag of fish food in his hand. It was an exquisite kraft paper bag. He tore open the bag casually and sprinkled the feed evenly into the pond without hesitation.
Groups of red koi swam over, scrambling to jump out of the water to grab the food. The lively scene was like a red cloud floating in the sky, gathering on the water and tumbling, creating ripples.
"What are you doing in the inner courtyard now?"
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