Jiang Jingchu tugged at his bow tie with one hand, blocking Qin Huan's movement to open the door.
"I don't like being visited while I'm talking."
"Who has the time to visit you?"
After Qin Huan finished speaking, she glanced through the blinds and discovered that there was actually a colleague outside who was looking into her office curiously.
Shaking her head, Qin Huan reluctantly sat back in her office chair and casually tidied up the things on the table.
"It's not a good influence for a man and a woman to be alone in an office with the door closed."
Jiang Jingchu sneered,
"Don't you always say you don't care what others think?"
Qin Huan didn't raise her head or open her eyes.
"I don't care, but I have to take care of your reputation, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Jingchu smiled lazily.
"It's a coincidence, I don't care what others think."
Qin Huan nodded. This was true. Young Master Jiang always did whatever he wanted and never cared about anyone's opinion.
After she cleaned up the desk, she took out a notebook and then looked at Jiang Jingchu formally with a businesslike look.
"Go ahead."
Jiang Jingchu, "What did you say?"
Qin Huan's eyes were indifferent, and she placed her hands on the table with both hands crossed.
"Didn't you say you wanted to talk to me about redecorating the villa? Tell me your ideas first, and I'll take some simple notes."
Jiang Jingchu said "Oh" and scratched his brow with his index finger.
"Why don't you tell me first? Aren't you a designer? You should be more creative than me."
Qin Huan raised her eyebrows when she heard this.
"I wouldn't dare to do that. I still remember Mr. Jiang's criticism of me during the Rongsheng Huafu incident."
Jiang Jingchu tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk and glanced at Qin Huan with a playful look.
"Is this, still holding a grudge?"
"You're always vindictive in front of me, and won't tolerate even the slightest loss. Why do you act like a punching bag in front of outsiders?"
Qin Huan thought to herself, when did she start looking like a punching bag?
Suddenly, she remembered the argument with Song Yali outside the office just now. Jiang Jingchu must have seen a lot, otherwise he would not have spoken up to teach Song Yali a lesson for her.
"I haven't been offended by anyone. Even if you hadn't come just now, Song Yali wouldn't have gotten any advantage from me."
"Yeah?"
Jiang Jingchu spread his hands, seeming a little unconvinced.
"So what you're saying is, I was wrong to help you?"
"That's not the case. It's kind of satisfying to see her get humiliated in public."
Jiang Jingchu looked at Qin Huan who was saying such harsh words seriously, and suddenly laughed.
Sure enough, this was the Qin Huan he knew.
Getting back to the topic, the two of them formally discussed matters related to the villa.
Qin Huan had just been to Jinghewan yesterday. She felt that the decoration inside was still very new. She guessed that Jiang Jingchu rarely stayed there after she left.
She didn't understand Jiang Jingchu's purpose of redecorating the house. Perhaps he didn't want to see any traces of her in the house anymore.
After thinking for a while, he asked politely,
"Does Miss Ji know about the Jinghewan renovation? Does she have any suggestions for reference?"
Jiang Jingchu raised his eyebrows, his eyes turned slightly,
"I told you when I signed the contract that all matters related to Jinghewan Villa should be communicated with me."
Qin Huan understood instantly that Jiang Jingchu seemed to be planning to use the villa as his own leisure residence after marriage and had no intention of living there with Ji Jingya.
She knew that many rich people did this. After marriage, they would own a house with their wife and buy several more houses outside. Some used them to support their lovers, while others simply wanted to have some peace and quiet.
Qin Huan thought that Jiang Jingchu should be the latter.
"Then I understand. Is it convenient for you tomorrow? I want to go over and measure the room."
"That's convenient."
Jiang Jingchu nodded.
"Whenever you go over, I'll send someone to pick you up."
Qin Huan quickly refused.
"No, I can take a taxi myself."
Jiang Jingchu remained silent.
"Whatever you want."
After the two of them agreed on a time, Qin Huan stood up, looking as if she was going to see the guest off.
"Thank you for your hard work today, Mr. Jiang. See you tomorrow."
Jiang Jingchu sat in his office chair, unmoved.
"What's the hurry? I'm not leaving now."
Qin Huan raised her beautiful eyes slightly.
"Mr. Jiang, is there anything else?"
Jiang Jingchu took a leisurely look at the expensive watch on his wrist.
"I came here without having breakfast, and I've been talking to you on an empty stomach. It's almost time for dinner, so Team Leader Qin, please treat me to lunch."
After saying so much, it turned out that he was thinking of asking her to treat him to a meal.
Qin Huan looked at Jiang Jingchu with lingering fear.
"You don't want to eat porridge again, do you?"
Jiang Jingchu chuckled softly.
"No, I need to let my stomach adjust to the meal I had last night for a few days. I'll just go to a restaurant to eat today."
Hearing this, Qin Huan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Cooking was indeed not something she was very good at, and she probably wouldn't be able to master it in her lifetime.
She checked the time and saw that it was still more than forty minutes before the end of the get off work day.
"Will you wait for me for a while?"
Jiang Jingchu shrugged.
"Just focus on your own things and don't worry about me."
After saying that, he really didn't consider himself an outsider and stood up to tour her small office.
Qin Huan stared at his tall and handsome back for a while, then looked away and focused on the unfinished work in her hands.
Qin Huan's office is in line with her identity as a designer. Although it is not large, the decoration is very design-conscious.
Jiang Jingchu even felt that the paintings hanging on the wall were different.
Especially the one with two hands, one big and one small, stacked on top of each other. It looks warm and full of childlike fun.
Jiang Jingchu stared at it for a long time.
"Where did you buy this painting? It's quite interesting."
Qin Huan was drawing a picture. Upon hearing this, she raised her head and looked at the one Jiang Jingchu was pointing at. A hint of surprise flashed through her mind.
There are things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense.
There are three paintings hanging on the wall of her office, and this one is the only one. It is an impromptu graffiti that she and Yi Yi created on Yi Yi's third birthday. She and Yi Yi painted their hands at the same time, and then pressed their palms on the drawing paper one after another.
After the finished product came out, it looked like it is now. Qin Huan and Yi Yi both liked it very much at that time. Qin Huan simply framed it, brought it back to China, and hung it in the office. Whenever she missed Yi Yi, she would look up at it.
"A friend gave it to me. It's not a famous painting, but probably just some random doodle."
Jiang Jingchu nodded thoughtfully and continued to look up at the painting.
He was not actually a person who was very keen on appreciating works of art, but this painting inexplicably made him feel close to it.
He couldn't help but look at the painting carefully, trying to infer the relationship between the owners of the two hands from the details.
They should be mother and child. The big handprint looks slender, like a woman's hand, while the small handprint is fat and short, and it is hard to tell whether it is a boy or a girl.
Seeing Jiang Jingchu staring at the painting, Qin Huan felt an inexplicable emotion surge in her heart.
"Do you like this painting very much?"
Jiang Jingchu smiled.
"I like it very much."
Qin Huan bit her lip.
"Then I'll give it to you."
This will be Yi Yi’s first gift to her father.
"So good? Then I won't be polite to you."
Jiang Jingchu smiled, sat back down opposite Qin Huan, and took out his cell phone to play with it.
His eyes kept falling on the woman opposite him.
She lowered her head slightly, frowned slightly, and held the pencil with her slender fingers, writing quickly and accurately.
In the silent office, the only sounds were the mingling of their breathing and the swishing of pencils on the drawing paper.
There was suddenly one more person in the office. Although it didn't disturb her much, Qin Huan felt that she couldn't concentrate on her work. She always felt that someone was looking at her vaguely.
I looked at the time and it was almost time to get off work, so I simply stood up and picked up the coat behind my office chair.
"Let's go out and eat."
As soon as Qin Huan and Jiang Jingchu left the company, their colleagues in the cubicle were in an uproar.
"Hey, what are you talking about, Prince and Team Leader Qin, locked up in the office for so long?"
"Of course we're talking about work. What else can we talk about? Love?"
The other party made a "tsk" sound.
"I think I'm being humorous. What I mean is, the Crown Prince and Team Leader Qin don't seem to have any professional dealings."
Another person followed suit.
"No, didn't we kick Team Leader Qin out early on regarding the wedding house order?"
"Yeah, that's why I feel so strange. If there's no official cooperation, what are those two doing locked up in the office?"
As they were talking, Fang Yicen's assistant happened to pass by them.
One of them grabbed the assistant and flattered her with a smile.
"Sister Xiaowen, do you know why the prince and Team Leader Qin went to the director's office just now?"
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