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Amanda closed her notebook: "Time to board."
Jing Ge: "Okay."
As if chatting casually, Amanda glanced indifferently at her swollen, peach-like eyes: "The standard for business trips at the company is economy class, but I upgraded you."
"......"
“I know you’re broke after just getting a promotion, so I’ll treat you,” Amanda said, shuffling in her heels. “First-class passengers get priority boarding, have their own gates, and enjoy the best service. I don’t know what else is worth being sad about in this situation.”
Jingge's mouth moved.
Amanda: "You only have so much mental energy. Don't use it all up before something really important happens, or you'll just be watching and worrying when it does."
Jingge couldn't help but grab the hem of her clothes.
The chicks nestled together like their mother hen.
Amanda held on for a few seconds, then, as if unable to bear it any longer, pulled her away: "Get back to work, and next time I'll upgrade you."
Jing Ge's red and swollen eyes unconsciously curved into a smile.
"Um."
The city I'm traveling to for work is in the south, very far south.
As soon as he landed, Jingge changed out of his thick cotton-padded coat into thin long-sleeved shirts and trousers.
Just as Amanda had predicted, things didn't even take a break for a drink of water. She went straight to the factory warehouse with her laptop, inspecting the goods and preparing data as she went, sending out each shipment as it arrived.
Jingge didn't have time to be sad or upset at all.
Before she started working, she thought foreign trade was a very high-end thing, especially salespeople who could speak foreign languages. She imagined it was just like in the movies, where both men and women were elites who frequented high-end places with gleaming floors and were surrounded by foreigners in sharp suits.
Who would have thought she was sitting cross-legged on the warehouse floor, her clothes smudged here and there, holding documents in one hand and typing on the keyboard with the other.
They also had to watch in disbelief as Amanda communicated with the workers, argued with the factory, and reasoned with the people loading the containers, telling them to pack the goods more securely and carefully.
He is skilled in both literary and martial arts.
After working day and night for five days, the factory closed for the holidays, and Jingge was finally able to sleep in the hotel for a day.
That evening, Jingge received a call from Li's mother.
She and her father have returned to Shanghai.
Li's mother asked her which city she was on a business trip in, and when she would be back, saying that it was almost Chinese New Year and that she had brought her a gift.
Jing Ge will most likely be spending Lunar New Year's Eve here.
Li's mother was a little worried: "Then Li Zhan and I will go and keep you company. How can we let a young girl who has never left home spend the New Year alone outside?"
“Aunt Man, I’m fine,” Jing Ge said, his voice still nasal from just waking up. “My boss is here, and so are a few colleagues. I’m not alone.”
Sheng Man: "That won't work either. How about this, I'll have Li Zhan go and keep you company..."
Jing Ge quickly replied, "No need, Aunt Man. This is an industrial area, very remote. I'm busy working from the moment I open my eyes, I don't have time to worry about him."
“Who cares what he does?” Sheng Man said. “Just treat him like a dog.”
"...Anyway, no need, thank you Aunt Man."
After hanging up the phone, Sheng Man looked at her son: "Did you bully her again?"
Li Zhan's face was grim: "Why don't you say it was her who bullied me?"
“Your mother knows you and her better than anyone else,” Sheng Man said. “If you like someone, just be direct. These days, the tactic of bullying someone you like more isn’t popular!”
Li Zhan sneered: "She might not even be interested in me; she has a big appetite."
Sheng Man slapped him on the head: "Did you learn this weird, sarcastic attitude from that mangy dog?"
Li Zhan got up and left.
Sheng Man: "Where to?"
Li Zhan: "A friend invited me."
Sheng Man: "Come back and stay home quietly!"
Li Zhan didn't even turn his head: "No."
Sheng Man was so angry that she searched everywhere for a feather duster.
Zhang Ma offered a few words of comfort.
“Oh right,” Sheng Man said calmly, “I’ll call Lao San and ask him when he’ll be back.”
Li Mushi was busy with work, and Sheng Man only answered after calling twice.
"Second sister-in-law." The man's voice was light.
Sheng Man: "When are you coming back? It's almost Chinese New Year, and the old folks are waiting for us."
Li Mushi: "The day after tomorrow."
Shengman: "Still in Singapore?"
“No,” Li Mushi said, “in Wucheng.”
Sheng Man paused for a moment: "Wucheng, isn't that very close to the princess?"
Li Mushi: "Hmm?"
“Princess,” Sheng Man sighed, “I don’t know if she’s really busy or if Li Zhan is bullying her. She said she wants to spend the New Year over there.”
Li Mushi paused for a few seconds, then asked calmly, "What does Second Sister-in-law need me to do?"
Sheng Man: "Go check on her for me. It would be best if you could persuade her to come back. If she can't, see if she's lacking anything and make up for it. Second sister-in-law will transfer the money to you..."
Li Mushi: "Hmm."
He added, "I don't need the money, I have it."
Meanwhile, Jing Ge received a call from his parents.
Cai Zhi spoke softly, expressing her concern for her while she was there, and said she would come over to keep her company.
Mr. Jing took the phone and said sternly, "You must come back. During the New Year, you must go to the Li family's patriarch and matriarch to show your filial piety! You can't disgrace Li Zhan!"
"..." Jing Ge looked out the window at the overcast sky. "I'm working."
"Then quit your job!" Mr. Jing declared, leaving no room for negotiation. "Nothing is more important than winning Li Zhan's favor!"
Jingge lives on the 12th floor. The traffic on the road is as small as ants, line by line, string by string.
She was too exhausted to even think about it: "Fine, I'll just die. Did I beg you to give me life? If you're treating me like an investment, don't you know that investments carry risks?"
Before Jing's father could erupt in anger and start cursing, Jing Ge hung up the phone.
Investment mistakes are the most painful thing for Mr. Jing.
Jingge's words were like stabbing him in the soft spot.
If they were face to face, Jing's father would have slapped him.
Amanda, holding the glass, asked, "You lied to them that you couldn't go home for the New Year?"
Jing Ge pursed her lips: "I don't want to go back. Please keep this a secret."
"So you'll be all alone here?" Amanda asked. "You'll be very lonely."
Jing Ge: "Could I stay here permanently?"
Amanda laughed: "You like business trips, huh?"
Jing Ge nodded.
Amanda considered it for a moment: "Being stationed permanently is not an option, but if I want to travel for work, I can do it as often as I want."
Seamless integration is almost the same as being permanently active.
As the container loading neared completion, the last container was loaded, and the workers and factory employees cheered as they were dismissed, receiving their red envelopes before starting their annual holiday.
Jingge left it to wrap things up last.
When Li Mushi arrived, she was still sitting on the warehouse cart with her knees bent, rushing to finish the documents and send them to the freight forwarder, and then summarize and send them to the company.
The sunlight streaming in through the doorway was suddenly blocked.
Jingge looked up.
The warehouse, spanning thousands of square meters, was deserted and empty, with dust swirling and dancing in the light, and laptops emitting a faint electrical current.
The man was tall and strong, his well-fitting shirt and trousers accentuating his muscular arms and the faint outline of his chest muscles.
The sexual tension of a mature man.
Jing Ge's mind went blank for a moment.
As soon as Li Mushi squatted down, the scent of soap and sunshine wafted over him.
Jing Ge suddenly lost control: "Uncle."
Tears streamed down her face.
Li Mushi looked at her disheveled hair and the dust that covered her clothes.
He gently and rhythmically patted her head: "What's wrong?"
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