Chapter 30 Cat's Eye
That night, when Zong Chi was sending He Dongli back, he didn't know whether he had used the excuse of a quick escape in Feng Qianxu's box, so he immediately showed up in this world to get his retribution.
Secretary Huang called him and said that one of Jiada's sub-brands was authorized by a third party, and the situation was recently stuck in negotiating the price of this authorized brand separately.
Representative Qi contacted and informed them that the other party's representative had just landed in Jakarta for a four-day stay. He was currently in Hong Kong and was already preparing to meet them. Zong Chi had already scolded them several times over the offer of a separate license. This time, when negotiations failed to reach an agreement on terminating the license and negotiating the price, Representative Qi complained to Secretary Huang, "I'm done! This guy's temper is much harder to deal with than my father."
Secretary Huang was very conscientious, reassuring Representative Qi that perhaps Xiao Zong wasn't concerned about his money at all, but was upset about something else. He shouldn't be so concerned about the boss's feelings, nor should he be so empathetic. As for the work, they had to do it, and the boss had to do it even more. Secretary Huang then conveyed Representative Qi's intention: this trip must be made, and to finalize the deal, Zong Chi had to go in person to provide support and make the final decision.
Zong Chi was listening to Secretary Huang's report like a machine. There was a gap of a few seconds in between. After a while, Secretary Huang called him, "Mr. Zong, are you listening?"
Zong Chi hummed, "Got it, let's book the tickets."
After hanging up the phone, Zong Chi leaned back on his headrest and remained silent for a while. However, He Dongli beside him reminded him, "If you need anything, you can put me down. I can go back by myself."
"I'm not rushing to save lives. It's not that urgent."
He Dongli heard this and said nothing more.
After a moment, he seemed to be pulling himself together, but he still didn't say anything. The driver was driving in the front, and the silence in the back seat was so great that it seemed as if the air inside was almost frozen. So, He Dongli took out his phone and replied to a few messages, including some reminders for the upcoming appointments of several discharged patients.
She was minding her own business when suddenly a head leaned over and watched her switch back to WeChat in a split second. Zong Chi reached out and swiped her screen. He Dongli was dissatisfied, "What are you doing!"
"Let me find out where I am."
She had clearly sent him a message with her location just today, but she had already sunk to who knows where. When he fished her out, he saw the name clearly marked on her body: the two characters "Zongchi" were very formal.
A little disappointed, as she always noted Koike in the past.
He then discovered that she hadn't pinned anyone to her WeChat account. However, in the public account column, the unread message with a red dot was the official account of their city.
Zong Chi uttered a sigh, looked up at her, and asked, "Aren't you paying attention?"
He Dongli sat back and said calmly, "It's normal for me to pay attention to the official account of our own city!"
Zong Chi laughed innocently, "What did I say? I didn't say anything. I just said that you paid attention. Why are you so anxious?"
He Dongli's face froze, and then he locked the screen. The seat was devoid of its only source of light. Zong Chi, still leaning forward, reached out and flicked on the rooftop reading light. The light fell down, as bright as a veil. Her fragrance wasn't as strong as before, but the scent of roses was still palpable.
Zong Chi said to her, "I'm going to Indonesia."
He Dongli seemed to have expected this, and there was no surprise in his eyes. In the past, he had often taken such spontaneous trips.
"If everything goes well, I'll be back in four or five days. Secretary Huang will stay behind. I'll give you her contact number. If you can't find me, please contact her."
He Dongli felt that she had no business to bother his secretary, so she was about to shake her head. Zong Chi then said, "Or if your bestie wants to talk to me, you can also call Secretary Huang directly."
"I'll tell Jiang Xingyuan that you're on a business trip, and she'll have to wait for you to come back no matter how anxious she is."
Zong Chi said "oh" and agreed with her. "Well, that's the tone that suits you as my secretary. You shouldn't be shoving everything down on me and asking me to make all the decisions myself."
He Dongli ignored him. Zong Chi sent her his secretary's WeChat and phone number. "Remember to try not to contact her after 7 p.m. Because I told her not to contact me after 7 p.m. unless it's important, she feels like I'm trying not to exploit her after 7 p.m. Also, her girlfriend is very clingy and often calls her and checks on her, so don't rush into it. She won't know who you are and will definitely ignore you."
He Dongli was scared by her own own goal. She was a little confused and surprised by Zong Chi's words. If her memory was not confused, Jiang Xingyuan said that his secretary was a very A and elite woman. What was going on? Why were there so many unexpected things?
Zong Chi couldn't help laughing when he saw someone who looked like his brain was about to shut down.
"Did you hear that?" he pressed her.
He Dongli was a little annoyed with him and said, "Why would I look for your secretary if I have nothing to do?"
"My coat has been dry-cleaned. Please send it back to her." The young master's illness came as a surprise.
He Dongli did as he wished, "Okay, I'll give it to your secretary and ask her to deliver it to you. I don't have time to go to the dry cleaners recently."
Someone was dissatisfied, "I said you should send it to me and clean it, I don't want anyone else."
He Dongli frowned, "Why should I send your laundry? I have to work two ward shifts this week, as well as outpatient clinics and elective surgeries. I wish someone would send my clothes and shoes to be washed..."
Before she could finish her words, Zong Chi stopped her and said, "Okay, then I'll tell Secretary Huang to get them for you and send them to be washed together."
He Dongli took it seriously and quickly stopped him, "I don't want it!"
The unknown lady, who had been whispering softly all night, suddenly raised her voice, causing the driver to glance in the rearview mirror. He Dongli was perceptive enough to notice that Zong Chi was laughing wildly beside her, and the man who was making a fool of himself was furious. She had originally wanted to ignore him, but his laughter only grew more rampant, and He Dongli couldn't help but reach out and hit him on the arm.
The driver heard Mr. Zong fall silent. He then heard the unknown lady say to Mr. Zong, "I don't want strangers coming to my place, and I don't want you to enslave your subordinates and have me take the blame. Zong Chi, if your secretary really comes, I'll be really angry. They work for you, not to be your nanny. You can't put yourself in their shoes, but I can. I hate bosses like you who have no sense of boundaries!"
Mr. Zong explained in a tone, "How could it be old lady, I paid her an extra quarterly bonus, okay!"
"Not good." The unknown lady scolded him again, "Even before you didn't have a secretary, I never saw you neglect anything."
Mr. Zong laughed again and again, then paused for a long moment before saying in a serious tone, "In the past, there was you."
The car arrived at the place Mr. Zong mentioned. He said to the lady beside him, "I'm not going in. I'm going back to pack up. I guess I have a flight to catch. Go to bed early. We're on call 24 hours a day. If you have time to rest, take it. Don't work so hard. You can't make enough money, and you can't get enough medical treatment."
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He Dongli pushed the door and got out of the car, and Zong Chi followed her out.
The car parked at the gate. He Dongli was still holding the box of chocolates in her hand. Zong Chi remembered that he still had one, so he took it out of his suit pocket and wanted to give it back to her, but she refused.
The car was only ten steps from the gate. He Dongli knew he was about to fly, and she felt an inexplicable unease and anxiety. She thought of the gold protection plaque from Bern Mountain. She had drawn the design and asked her mother to help find a craftsman to make it, then begged her mother to accompany her to the temple to have a master chant and consecrate it. He Dongli didn't understand any of this. Yu Xiaohan was jealous about this, blaming Xixi for missing him too much and lecturing her daughter. Now she understood why he was so willful and did what he wanted. It was just that he had been accustomed to having everything he wanted.
He Dongli was a complete atheist, yet she still knelt at the feet of the gods in the temple, praying for the safety and well-being of those she loved. It was a rare moment for her to show weakness to her mother. "Mom, if anything happens to him, I'll be even more sad than when I lost Dad."
The most powerless thing in this world is not the ignorant praying to God, but the fact that scientists have no eternal life. Loss is loss, and death is death.
If the indication of loss is not overbearing, then possession and acquisition will be meaningless.
He Dongli recalled that Zong Chi had said that the pair of cufflinks on his sleeves were a one-of-a-kind pair, and that person would never give them to him again... She understood something in an instant, and she no longer dared to ask him why he didn't want the protection badge.
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Zong Chi looked at her standing there, saying nothing, but she was like a boat with a deep draft, heavy and drifting.
She had always bewildered him like this over the years. Countless times, the boy had wanted to approach her, just as he would chat about the weather, wanting to know, in a clumsy but earnest way, what was wrong with you today?
He remembered what He Dongli had told him every time before flying after the accident: Send me a message when you land, no matter how early or late.
So, he leaned against the car and said to her, "I'll text you when we get there."
He Dongli was silent for a moment, then turned and went inside.
Zong Chi did not move, still leaning there, staring at the narrow black door in the red wall. He saw the sensor light inside light up.
The light didn't go out for a long time.
A moment later, Zong Chi's phone started playing again. The driver reminded Mr. Zong, but the people outside the car ignored him. He focused his attention on a single point, like staring, but also more like sniping. Seconds passed, one after another. Perhaps four or five seconds passed, and then a small hole appeared in the door. The cover was removed, allowing a ray of light to leak out from behind.
In less than a second, it closed again.
It's cat's eye.
Zong Chi smiled, peeled off the piece of chocolate in his hand that was almost melted in his palm, and stuffed it into his mouth.
While chewing, he opened the car door and told the driver, "Go back."
The next day, while He Dongli was on duty, she looked up at the hospital system clock. At a quarter past twelve in the morning, she received a WeChat message from Zong Chi, which she had temporarily pinned to the top for easier reading. The message read: Transited via Kuala Lumpur and landed safely.
She looked at his landing time, checked the flight number, and figured that he might have really rushed back to the airport immediately.
During the next few days of the work week, He Dongli returned to her most original coordination frequency.
Perhaps the biggest deviation from her schedule was sending a few coats and jackets that were not dirty to the dry cleaners, as well as someone else's coat.
On Thursday, she was on outpatient duty. As she was finishing up her shift, she heard the nurses at the triage desk talking about something. It wasn't until He Dongli came out of the clinic and pressed the disinfectant on the wall that she heard the nurse say to her, "Doctor He, Dr. Zou from the general surgery department was involved in a disturbance today."
"Why?" He Dongli's eyebrows twitched involuntarily.
"It was said that some extreme illegitimate fan of a celebrity was using Dr. Zou's appointment. It just so happened that today was the teaching clinic. When Dr. Zou's intern saw that something was wrong and tried to drive the illegitimate fan away, a fight broke out..."
He Dongli pulled out her phone, ready to call Zou Yan. She'd barely seen him this week, and his WeChat messages had been vague. She'd messaged him on Monday, and he'd said the hospital had called urgently. All she could do was ask if the surgery went well. Zou Yan replied bluntly, "Although I'm a woman, I really don't like you. Don't worry, and don't worry about calling your ex-boyfriend, Zong."
He Dongli was so choked up by this sentence that he kept scratching his head and still hadn't figured out how to respond. The nurse then whispered to Dr. He, "It's said that Dr. Zou interfered with other people's relationships. Uh, it's even trending on the Internet."
People in the outpatient building were leaving work one after another. The so-called hot search that He Dongli saw was that the time when Zou Yan and Feng Qianxu had dinner together was the time they had dinner together on Sunday. It was clearly a dinner for four people, but the marketing account finally edited the dinner to show that it was a secret meeting between two people.
As for the leaked kiss photo that was supposedly evidence of cheating, He Dongli had a bad feeling. Zou Yan had left the table early that day in anger, and this kiss photo seemed familiar to her. No matter how she looked at it, it sounded familiar...
The one that Zong Chi mentioned being destroyed!
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