44 Frustrated
After returning to Beijing, Yang Xiao faced another fierce battle.
While they had successfully obtained some data for feasibility verification, it was only scanned portions of prescriptions. The doctors' handwriting was frantic, and even the model couldn't recognize it. Even five of them, Zhimiao, could sometimes spend half a day reviewing a single prescription.
"Are we really the ones cleaning the data, not the data cleaning us?" Zhao Mutao raised his head to stretch his cervical spine, unable to suppress a whine. Startups can sometimes be like small workshops. When faced with business difficulties, employees rush out in droves to help, naturally disregarding strict departmental boundaries.
"Oh, it's good enough that Mr. Yang and Mr. Yang haven't asked us to work overtime." Xiao Fei shook his head, and was also tortured by the twisted and changeable "lines" in his hands.
Of course, the situation in Yang Xiao’s office was not much better.
Yang Zhi's hair was messy, completely different from his usual cool and fashionable image. "I'm really impressed. What do the outsourcing people say?"
"No, but the prescriptions have been distributed to a certain extent. The less the better." Yang Xiao sat upright. When she first received the data and found that it was difficult to clean it, she asked Fang Qiu to contact some medical students for help.
"Okay. Did your brother ask?" Yang Zhi suddenly had an idea and slapped his head. How could he have forgotten about Yang Xiao's brother who was a doctor?
"Who?" Yang Xiao raised her head, her heart inexplicably tightening at the name. "Are you talking about Zhou Qi?"
"Yes, don't you call him brother? He said the other day that he was your adopted brother." Yang Zhi saw her looking up, then turned his head and adjusted his hair in a mess in front of the reflective glass.
"No. I've never called him that. I always call him by his full name." Yang Xiao said, and turned to the next page, her brows never relaxed. "Let's get back to work. Zhou Qi is very busy in surgery."
"Why didn't you tell me before that he was your brother? Wouldn't it be easier to negotiate this project?" Yang Zhi couldn't "talk with his mouth and tell fortunes with his hands" like Yang Xiao, so he simply stood up and twisted his waist.
"But I didn't plan to ask him for help at first."
"Are you having a conflict? That's not good, Mr. Yang. The family should live in harmony. If there is anything, just talk about it. Maybe it will be solved." Yang Zhi was really annoying. He had to keep asking questions to people.
"Mr. Yang, please hold your waist and go out to twist it. Don't disturb me." Yang Xiao really didn't want to be distracted by him at this critical moment. The words on the prescription crawled into her mind one by one like earthworms, causing severe pain near her brow bone.
Yang Zhi curled his lips, "Then I'll continue watching."
When Yang Xiao finally couldn't take it anymore and was ready to go home for a rest, she looked at the clock and saw it was already past nine in the evening. Naturally, she hadn't had time to eat dinner. She was a little hungry at the end of the afternoon, but she was so busy reminding employees to leave work in the company group chat that she forgot about dinner.
Although Yang Zhi looked unreliable, he was sometimes even more ferocious than her when he was working hard. Yang Xiao did not make a sound to disturb him.
When she turned off the computer, cleaned up the desk and prepared to leave, Yang Zhi stood up across from her and said, "Are you hungry? Why don't we go get something to eat? I'll take you home. Don't squeeze into the subway now."
Yes. Originally, the two had planned to take turns picking up and dropping off employees who lived far from home. But when the three heard this, they acted as if they were being chased away by ghosts. They all waved their hands and shook their heads, saying they lived near the subway station and didn't need to bother them.
So, adhering to the idea of saving as much as possible, Yang Xiao naturally did not rent the parking space, and still squeezed into the subway to go home in the morning and evening.
Yang Xiao and Wang Ruopeng live on Line 6. Initially, they thought it was too expensive and too small, so they didn't rent an apartment near the subway station. On weekdays, as long as they could walk quickly, the fifteen-minute walk from their rental house to the subway station was acceptable to them.
After all, the location is there, so why do you need a motorcycle?
It's just that winter is a bit hard to bear. The walk from the office to the subway station, and then from the subway station back home with the flashlight on my phone, becomes particularly long.
Especially on snowy days. Yang Xiao fell several times downstairs at home, her hands scraped against the muddy road, causing her to peel off, and her down jacket to be covered in snow and mud that wouldn't melt.
After the fall, he had to grit his teeth and use his frozen stiff hands to support himself and get up. He limped to the street light and found himself in a mess, with blood oozing from his palms and most of his pants wet.
Fortunately, it was the busy year-end season at the institute, so Wang Ruopeng was already asleep when she got home from work. Otherwise, she would have been scolded again and ordered to call her when she got off work so that Ruopeng could pick her up at the subway station.
But Yang Xiao never called Ruopeng. She always thought that Ruopeng was just as busy as her husband, and that he should have a good night's sleep without being disturbed.
Every time Wang Ruopeng heard her utterly absurd theories, he wanted to punch her. "What the hell? I went to pick you up because I was worried you'd come back alone, fall, or get stalked by a pervert. I'd love to have someone to help you. Independence is a good thing, but it doesn't conflict with accepting help from others."
Yang Xiao nodded. In fact, she felt that Ruopeng was right. Independence does not mean becoming an extreme isolated island.
But she still had to reject Yang Zhi. Yang Zhi had been giving her flattering glances lately, even with a desire to explore her, which had suddenly complicated their relationship.
She doesn't like such complications.
"No, I'd better take the subway. I can't sleep if I eat late." Yang Xiao picked up her bag, opened the door, and was about to flee.
She thought she should find a chance to talk things over with Yang Zhi. But he was smart. He never directly expressed his feelings for her: admiration? Like? Or perhaps just a friend's concern?
Now that they were working together, if Yang Xiao burned this layer of window paper first, it would either seem that she was too self-indulgent or make the situation very embarrassing.
So, pretending not to understand and running away if it doesn't work was Yang Xiao's idea of a more respectable solution. But today, Boss Yang lost his temper and had to chase Yang Xiao to get a result.
He walked quickly to the glass door and blocked the one Yang Xiao was about to open, as if to say that you must go with me today. "It's late, I'll take you there. Oh, don't be polite with me."
"Yang Zhi, we're just colleagues." Yang Xiao was a little annoyed. The work was progressing slowly, and one of her own people had to come and make things worse. "We're just colleagues. Let's get off work early."
The meaning of Yang Xiao's two sentences was self-evident. Yang Zhi should have let go of his hand on the door and let her go home and rest. But he didn't. He insisted on asking for the reason again when Yang Xiao was exhausted and her head was pounding.
"Why?" Yang Zhi used a little more force, as if to force the door open. "I'm not bad, why?"
"Yang Zhi, I'm very tired today. If what I'm about to say offends you, you can just take it as the ramblings of someone who's going crazy from exhaustion. You're excellent, but I really don't have any feelings for you beyond just colleagues. I don't like, and won't, turn our colleagues into something else, like a romantic relationship. Work is tiring enough, and combining it with work and a relationship is too much for me. I can't do it."
Yang Xiao's eyes were dry from prolonged use, and now, staring at Yang Zhi as he finished this long speech, she had no choice but to close them for a moment. Yang Zhi saw her eyelashes tremble slightly, and under the white light, he could even make out the tiny hairs on her fair cheeks. The sadness of being rejected instantly turned into an impulse.
Before he could make the next move, Yang Xiao caught a glimpse of him loosening his grip, then he opened the door and walked out with big, quick steps.
"Yang Xiao! Why are you running?" Yang Zhi didn't chase her. He stood at the door and shouted, and the voice-controlled lights in the corridor lit up.
"I didn't run away. I'm off work." Yang Xiao didn't turn around to look at him. She was afraid that this man would act like a rogue and chase her all the way. She didn't know what time she would be able to go home to sleep tonight, so she quickened her pace.
She was relieved that Yang Zhi didn't chase her.
A man as proud as him would definitely not continue to pester her after being rejected by her. But just as she closed her eyes, the clear sound of clothes rubbing against each other in her ears subconsciously set off alarm bells. It turned out that sometimes you can't rely too much on your own subjective judgment.
However, tomorrow's work would undoubtedly be filled with excruciating embarrassment. Thinking of this, Yang Xiao practically broke into a jog, her sneakers occasionally making crisp sounds as they scraped against the ground, her steps quickening.
Unsurprisingly, there were few empty seats on the subway. Yang Xiao stood in the middle, clutching the handrail, staring blankly at the overwhelming advertisements lining both sides of the track.
Should I tell Zhou Qi about what happened today?
Allies are supposed to share everything they know, but how should one bring this up? Ah, that Zhou Qi, my partner tried to block me today, confess his feelings to me, and even tried to kiss me secretly, but thankfully, I'm a resolute person with a strong will, consistent interests, and a fixed aesthetic, so I'm unmoved!
So shameful.
Although I was curious about how Zhou Qi would react after knowing this, I didn't know what I should say to avoid that helpless embarrassment. It was really annoying.
Zhou Qi, who was far away, seemed to have heard her inner call. Before Yang Xiao could figure out how to start, he called her.
"Have you finished get off work, Mr. Yang?" Zhou Qi said with a tired voice, but with a smile and a teasing tone, "Let me guess, are you on the subway?"
"Now the miracle doctor has become a fortune teller." Yang Xiao heard his voice and raised the corners of her mouth. Then she paused for a moment and said, "I have something today that I don't know how to tell you."
"Then just say whatever you want to say." Zhou Qi sat on the sofa, holding the mobile phone in one hand and a glass of warm water in the other.
"Well... Yang Zhi seems to want to confess his feelings to me today? It's weird. He won't explain clearly and won't let me go. I really want to learn some strange escape techniques so I can just walk through the wall and leave." Yang Xiao saw the person working on the computer next to him close it and seemed to be getting off the car, so she took a few steps towards him.
"Then he asked me why. There was no why. It was so embarrassing. I couldn't just tell him I wasn't interested in him, but I couldn't keep dragging it out and pretending I didn't know."
"Are you okay?" Zhou Qi's voice dropped almost instantly. He put down the cup of water in his hand and stood up from the sofa again. "Is he still near you now? Did you get into the car safely?"
"No, I'm leaving. Don't worry, I'm safe. Don't worry." Yang Xiao heard his voice become anxious, and instead tried to comfort him.
"Besides, there are plenty of vacancies outside the company, so it's easy to avoid him. It's just that I feel a little suffocated. I haven't done anything wrong, but I'm the one who's scared."
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