The eye contact lasted only a moment, yet it felt like an eternity.
Xue Qiandai snapped out of her reverie, a smile unconsciously spreading across her face as she remembered how Huo Meiren always made her happy and helped her forget the chaotic things at hand.
Jin Heng was captivated by that smile and grinned back.
“Snow,” he called again.
Xue Qiandai beckoned him forward with her index finger. Her voice was very low, barely audible to the two of them. "I... got something in my eye."
Jin Heng moved forward, intending to blow on it for her.
Xue Qiandai suddenly tilted her head.
From Hua Se's perspective, these two people were still in love in broad daylight, kissing in public!
Wow!
Jian Yan blinked her eyes at a high frequency using electromagnetic current. What kind of drama are these two putting on?
Abnormal regeneration.
Xue Qiandai ran off, and after about ten meters, she turned back with a smile that was captivating. "Jian, let's go!"
"Snow, call me if you wish." Jin Heng, a returnee from overseas, waved and spoke in English, "Call me anytime."
Hua Se stormed up to Jin Heng, raised her hand to slap him, but didn't. Her chest heaved, and her beautiful eyes, like misty lakes, were clouded with a light drizzle. "Jin Heng, I'm your girlfriend! How can you do this to my face?!"
Jin Heng was baffled by her scolding, "Snow went through such an experience, how is it shameful for me to show concern?"
And then he asked, "Where's your shame?" "You kiss her!"
Jin Heng: "...Incomprehensible." Not only is he petty, but he's also blind! He turned and left.
Hua Se was left alone, staring at the retreating figure, stamping her feet.
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Jian Yan caught up with Xue Qiandai.
"Dai Dai, don't worry about your scheming investor. I've seen this kind of thing many times. Even without her support, my little shop will still succeed in the future, so don't feel pressured."
There's no pressure, but I'm very sad.
Xue Qiandai pouted, "She's my best friend, my confidante. She used to always be around me. She never got angry when I was late, and she would comfort me when I threw a tantrum."
“Every year on her birthday, I would find different ways to give her gifts, such as bags and watches, and I even gave her a Vertu phone worth 200,000 yuan once…”
"I was blind, I met the wrong person, and I misjudged people..."
Jian Yan thought about the Bolide, the J12, and that ridiculously expensive phone, and it really hurt her wallet! Giving her one of those would be enough to start her own small shop.
"But it's good to see someone for who they really are, at least then I won't be so infatuated with the wrong person in the future."
“I have no love left, I’m just a heart full of glass.” Xue Qiandai stopped and suddenly hugged Jian Yan, wiping her tears on her small shoulder. “Jian Yan, I have nothing left, no father, no lover, and no friends I grew up with.”
Jian Yan wanted to pat her, and the words "You still have me" almost slipped out. But then she thought, they were, at best, colleagues, and had shared a day of sitting at the same table, sleeping in the same bed, eating and sleeping together, and that was it.
"It'll be alright. Who says a bankrupt heiress has to be down on her luck forever? Can't you get back on your feet? Others may laugh at you, but you'll live a wonderful life!"
Xue Qiandai looked at Jian Yan, whose small body was brimming with positive energy, illuminating her path. She wiped away her tears and nodded emphatically, "Thank you, Jian Yan, I know what to do."
As she spoke, she strode forward.
"Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?" Jian Yan chased after him with her short legs.
"Go to the coffee shop, I'll work hard to deliver food."
Jian Yan looked up at the sky. It was June, and the temperature was very high, which made her feel sad. "It's the weekend today, and all the white-collar workers aren't working. Who would order takeout?"
However, in the end, the two of them took the subway back to Lightyear Cafe. It was Xue Qiandai's first time riding the subway, and she found it very novel.
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27th floor of Yintai Building.
Internet companies actually have a lot of overtime work, and Huo Yunchao is working overtime today.
His office is ten square meters, not very big, but with a very good view.
The office building uses the same ultra-clear floor-to-ceiling glass as the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai. This type of glass has a high light transmittance, allowing the viewer to clearly see the urban forest of skyscrapers below.
"Jintong West Alley?" he murmured to himself.
Looking at the time on his phone, Huo Yunchao picked up his coat hanging on the back of his chair, draped it over his arm, and left the CEO's office, going to a private room next door. "Old Qin, let's go have some dinner together."
"One minute," the boss called. Qin Shu quickly typed on the keyboard, finishing the last bit of work. "Let's go, where to eat?"
Two young men took the elevator downstairs and strolled around.
Huo Yunchao remained silent, so Qin Shu stayed with him. Ten minutes later, Huo Yunchao stopped moving. Qin Shu looked around for a restaurant, and with his 5.1 vision, he spotted a small storefront among a row of shops with the words "Lightyear Coffee" written on it.
Qin Shu gave Huo Yunchao a meaningful look.
Let's go back to yesterday.
Huo Yunchao couldn't find anyone in the underground parking garage, so he hurriedly returned to the company and called Fang Yun, the administrative supervisor, to his office.
"Show me the information about the suppliers for our company's afternoon tea."
"Huh?" Fang Yun's face turned pale, her heart pounding.
She chose Lightyear Coffee because Jin Xiangyu had cold-called her to promote it. The coffee shop owner displayed the qualities of an elite salesperson, speaking eloquently and even taking her to the shop to sample freshly brewed coffee. Fang Yun didn't know much about coffee, but she simply thought it tasted pretty good, no worse than a certain Starbucks. The owner was shrewd in business and even gave her a kickback.
Although worried about her secrets being exposed, Fang Yun had no choice but to comply with her boss's request, so she cautiously produced some invoice information.
Huo Yunchao flipped through the pages and memorized the coffee shop's name. He tapped the table and said, "Afternoon tea can't just be coffee. Ask if they have any small cakes or desserts; our colleagues would probably prefer them."
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