"Why?" he asked.
It's like a speech machine devoid of any emotion.
Ning Qiluo swallowed hard: "It's not for any reason... I just wanted to ask you if there's anything bothering you lately, so you can tell me and cheer me up."
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Ning Qiluo felt her scalp tighten. She didn't know why she had made that call, even though she was resisting him and afraid of him...
"Hello... Jiang Yingchi, are you still listening?" Ning Qiluo asked tentatively.
The other person responded, "Go ahead."
So serious.
Ning Qiluo wanted to ask: Have you been eating well lately? Sleeping well? What are you doing right now?
I can't help but want to know more about his schedule.
These days she has been trying hard to accept and integrate, and has finally gotten back on track with her life, but she often suffers from insomnia at night, which she has not told anyone.
I always have dark circles under my eyes.
"Jiang Yingchi..."
She called his name, but before she could utter the words she was about to say, a woman's voice came from the other end of the line. Ning Qiluo shut her mouth and listened carefully; the woman's voice seemed to be reporting some work to Jiang Yingchi.
'This quarter's financial results show a 35% increase compared to last year...'
The Jiang Group has built a vast business empire in Beicheng.
It plays a vital role in the economy of the entire northern city.
A 35% increase is a lot.
Jiang Yingchi's voice could be heard occasionally through the receiver, brief replies like "hmm," "get ready," or "I just want the result."
In short, his voice when he's working is no different from his usual voice.
He's especially intimidating when he gets serious. At least that's what Ning Qiluo thinks.
Gradually, Ning Qiluo found herself unable to keep up with the conversation. Unfortunately, he was busy with work and had no time to respond. He only kept answering her calls out of politeness.
Just as he was about to hang up, Jiang Yingchi's voice came from the other end: "You continue to chair the rest of the meeting. If the expected results are not achieved, you don't need to report to me."
That concludes the explanation.
A faint noise came through the receiver.
The subtle noise was continuous, followed by the sound of footsteps. Ning Qiluo frowned and listened carefully until the noise disappeared, at which point his cool voice came through the receiver: "Sorry, I was busy just now."
"Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing, you're busy..."
"Is there anything else?" he asked.
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Not knowing if he had moved to another workplace, Ning Qiluo didn't feel comfortable asking and could only say, "It's okay, you go ahead and do your work."
"Um."
He hummed in agreement, seemingly waiting for her to hang up.
Ning Qilu hesitated and stammered before finally saying, "Then I'll hang up?"
"Um."
Same as before.
Ning Qiluo guessed that if it weren't for her nagging, given his ruthless and decisive attitude at work, he would have been dead long ago.
"Um... I'm Ning Qiluo."
Although he knew it was her, Ning Qiluo didn't mention who she was during the call. She finally gave her name before hanging up.
After hanging up.
She grumbled and complained, "If I don't say anything, you don't have anything to say to me..."
She found herself suddenly unable to face her own feelings. Their brief time together in Manchester, the award ceremony where he presented her with an award and hugged her, him personally putting on her shoes, standing in the night wind saying he'd wait for her…
Scenes kept replaying in Ning Qiluo's mind.
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