Chapter 44: Walking into the Wrong Private Room

Chu Shuang stood up and said, "Okay, please take her to my car."

She turned around and said goodbye to the man who was still standing there in a daze, "I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Mr. Han."

Han Zhenhao nodded.

After a while, he slowly came to his senses and pulled over a staff member to ask, "Whose family is that lady from?"

The employees here have a high level of professionalism. "Sorry, sir, we can't disclose customer information casually. That lady is also from Beijing."

From the capital.

He basically knew all the families with names, so how come he had never known of such a person? With her appearance, if she was from the capital, he should have heard of her a long time ago. It was impossible for him to see her after so many years.

He exhaled slowly and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt that his breath was blocked and he was having difficulty breathing. He was very uncomfortable.

There is also a subtle feeling of sourness in my heart amidst my mania, which cannot be relieved even after taking a few deep breaths. I feel like drinking.

…

When Shi Yue was about to close the shop, someone suddenly came in. Seeing the person, he was slightly startled and asked, "Why do you want to talk to me so late at night?"

"Do you have any wine?"

Han Zhenhao's voice was deep, and seeing his expression, Shi Yue felt quite curious.

The always cynical young master of the Han family has never shown such a gloomy expression.

"This is a cafe, not a bar."

Seeing that the young master was in a low mood, Shi Yue compromised, "Okay, I really owe you, go upstairs."

The large flat upstairs is his private space. Sometimes when he works too late and doesn't want to go home, he rests here.

The orange-dim sunset light shone on the sofa area. Shi Yue went to the wine cabinet to get some good wine. "Tell me, what happened?"

Taking the wine glass, Han Zhenhao drank it all in one gulp, lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, "That girl is actually married."

Shi Yue was stunned for a few seconds, and said incredulously: "No, Lao Han, are you serious?"

Han Zhenhao raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "I don't know."

He had never experienced such a strong emotional fluctuation before. Before today, he just thought that he was a little more interested in her, and it was essentially no different from before.

But the moment he learned that she was married, he suddenly felt sad and depressed, and realized that he was abnormal.

Shi Yue sighed, "It's normal in life to have a relationship but no destiny. It's really hard for you to fall in love but have no chance to do so."

"But..." he said seriously, "Since the other party is already married, you should forget about it. We can't do anything that undermines public order and morality."

Han Zhenhao nodded calmly, "Yeah."

Seeing that he was in a really bad mood and was drinking glass after glass of wine, Shi Yue really wanted to take a picture of him like this and show it to him later.

Although he agreed verbally, I felt more and more uneasy when I saw his state. This kid could do anything when he got rebellious.

We can't let him do something that would ruin other people's marriages.

That night, Shi Yue was beside him, giving him earnest instructions and gentle comfort, and she even drank a lot with him.

Han Zhenhao slept until the afternoon. When he woke up, he had a splitting headache. He leaned against the bed for a long time before the discomfort subsided.

Thinking about what happened last night, he frowned and pressed his temples.

I reached for my phone to check the time, and the first thing I saw was Chu Shuang’s new message on WeChat.

I immediately sat up straight and clicked on it.

Hatsushimo: [The second draft is finished. Please take a look to see if there is anything that needs to be improved.]

Looking at the picture she sent him, Han Zhenhao stared at it for a long time.

The person sitting in the racing car was free and unrestrained; this was how she saw him.

Han Zhenhao: [The drawing is very good, there is nothing that needs to be improved. ]

【Thanks for your hard work.】

After a while, Hatsushimo replied: [It’s not hard, it’s what I should do.]

Last night, Chu Shuang went back and showed Sheng Ting the seal stones she got at the auction. It was already early morning when he replied, and she had fallen asleep by then.

She planned to keep the photo of the Go game as a surprise and did not tell him.

Hatsushimo: [How long will it take you to come back? ]

His birthday was only a few days away, and she had to figure out if he could come back to celebrate it.

It was seven o'clock in the morning in England. He might not have gotten up yet and was not keeping an eye on the news. Chu Shuang got up and went to the tea room to make a cup of coffee.

Several colleagues were discussing a team building activity on the weekend. Hatsushimo was puzzled. “Is there a team building activity on the weekend?”

Sister Xu: "Our editor-in-chief is leaving, and the department is planning to hold a farewell party this weekend."

"Why so sudden?"

"We just found out about it today. It seems that the editor-in-chief has to go home to prepare for the birth of her baby. She will talk about it in the afternoon meeting."

The editor-in-chief was a nice person. She took good care of Chu Shuang as a newcomer and never made things difficult for her at work. Chu Shuang felt reluctant to let her go when she heard that she was leaving.

"If you are waiting for the birth of your baby, you can take a leave. Why do you want to quit your job?"

"When people reach a certain age, they will want to return to their families. Our editor-in-chief has been a strong woman for so long, maybe she feels tired. I heard that her husband treats her very well and is also a rich man. This time she resigns and waits for childbirth, and it seems that the two of them are going to live in New Zealand."

A female colleague envied her: "That's great. She married for love. After many years of marriage, her husband wholeheartedly supports her career and doesn't force her to have children. Now she wants to focus on her family, and her husband can also provide her with a good material life. She has both love and career. It's really enviable for a woman to live to this point."

After chatting with them for a while, I returned to my workstation and saw Sheng Ting’s reply message.

【I can be back in three days.】

It will be soon, I can celebrate my birthday with him.

After get off work, Chushuang wanted to eat crispy duck at a restaurant near CBD. She queued up to buy one before driving. Before starting the car, she seemed to sense something and looked across the road.

No one.

Strange, she just felt someone was looking at her.

After her car drove away, a man in an ordinary Land Rover behind her raised his head.

Han Zhenhao's eyes turned dark as he looked at the car going away.

She always goes out by herself, and her husband never picks her up at get off work. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like a happy marriage.

On the night of the farewell banquet for the editor-in-chief, the department chose an entertainment city as the venue.

In the private room, everyone was saying blessings, a colleague was singing on the stage, and the atmosphere was a bit sentimental.

In such an environment, you can't avoid drinking. Everyone is drinking, and you can't spoil the fun.

Although Hatsushuang controlled the dosage, I still felt a little drunk after drinking a few rounds.

I told my colleague that I was going to the bathroom and then got up and went out, escaping outside for a short while.

The cool breeze on the terrace sobered me up a little, and I leaned against the railing and turned on my phone.

The chat interface stopped at noon. She told Sheng Ting that there was a party in the department in the evening, and the man told her to drink less.

Judging from the time, he will be back tomorrow.

There was a noise at the entrance. I turned around and saw a middle-aged man lighting a cigarette and walking up to the terrace.

Chu Shuang straightened up, put away his phone and prepared to go back.

After leaving the terrace, I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the room according to the room number.

I opened the door of the private room and saw the lights flickering blurryly. It seemed that the person singing on the stage was a different person.

Sitting on the sofa, they could clearly smell cigarettes; the two men in their department never smoked in front of them.

Looking around, she realized in the dim light that they were all strangers, both men and women, two of whom were embracing each other.