When Chu Wuyang brought the tea into the living room,
The once lively meeting suddenly seemed to be muted, with the noise gradually decreasing.
Yan Zhou, who was the first to come to his senses, strode forward, his face beaming with a fawning smile, and said:
"Madam, let me do it!"
His hand was almost touching the tray.
Chu Wuyang shook her head slightly and said softly:
"It's alright, no need."
Jingmin was sitting on the sofa, looking down at the documents, when he heard that familiar and gentle voice.
He paused slightly, then raised his head.
Her slender, fair hands, like graceful jade butterflies, elegantly placed the teacups from the tray onto the table.
His gaze was fixed on that hand, and as if possessed, he reached out and gently grasped it.
Chu Wuyang was taken aback, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt and inquiry.
Jing Min then seemed to snap out of his daze, hurriedly looked around, realized his lapse in composure, and coughed awkwardly.
He asked, trying to cover up his embarrassment:
"Just got back?"
He paused, then asked,
"Why did you deliver it? Where are the people outside?"
His words carried a hint of displeasure, like the prelude to an impending storm.
Chu Wuyang's heart tightened, fearing that he would again be unpredictable and take his anger out on Aunt Rong for no reason.
So he spoke gently and soothingly:
"You've worked hard. Have some water first."
After saying that, she leaned forward slightly, bringing her body closer to him.
The cascading white skirt gently draped over Jingmin's legs as she moved.
Her hand gently rested on his shoulder, her lips parted slightly, her warm breath brushing against his ear as she whispered:
"I'm going upstairs now."
Jingmin felt a tingling sensation, and realized that she seemed to be in an unusually good mood today.
His heart was also touched by her good mood, and ripples spread across his mind.
After Chu Wuyang bid farewell to everyone with simple formalities,
The white skirt, like a wisp of smoke, drifted away smoothly.
Jingmin's hand reached out involuntarily, but he only grasped at empty air.
A little episode
Yan Zhou cleared his throat, breaking the brief silence, and continued to chair the meeting, which was about to conclude.
But Jingmin's thoughts were somewhat dazed, and he couldn't quite come back to his senses.
As the meeting drew to a close, only a few key debriefings and summaries remained to be completed.
However, at this moment, Jing Min seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, feeling extremely uneasy, yet he remained calm on the surface.
But a moment later, he suddenly stood up.
He stood ramrod straight, his eyes quickly sweeping over the crowd, and said briefly and forcefully:
"You guys continue!"
Yan Zhou watched Jing Min's back as he walked straight towards the stairwell, clearly distracted.
In a moment of panic, he quickly spoke up to remind them:
"President Jing, all that's left is the debriefing... the summary."
Jing Min paused slightly, his gaze naturally turning towards the stairwell.
His tone remained concise, yet carried an undeniable firmness:
"Okay, report back to me in a bit,"
"Let me summarize!"
Yan Zhou opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but then swallowed his words back helplessly.
The senior executives looked at each other, completely bewildered.
Jing Min's figure quickly disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only a fleeting silhouette for everyone to gaze upon.
In the meeting room, the others exchanged a few glances, but quickly returned to their discussion, not dwelling on the matter.
Only Yan Zhou, with his brows furrowed and a headache, raised his hand to his forehead.
He sighed inwardly:
Once Mr. Jing goes upstairs, he'll probably be captivated by the allure of her beauty and won't be able to come down anytime soon.
So, without consulting anyone, I suggested that everyone take notes of the electronic report and continue at tomorrow's meeting.
In the private bathroom of the room, Chu Wuyang was in a good mood, humming a lighthearted tune.
Hot water cascaded down from the showerhead like silk, making a rushing sound that seemed to act as a natural barrier.
The subtle sound of the door being quietly pushed open was cleverly concealed.
Jingmin walked lightly into the room, her eyes filled with anticipation and doting affection, and slowly approached the bathroom door.
The frosted glass reflected Chu Wuyang's hazy figure.
Even though it was just a blurry outline, it could still be seen from the rising steam.
I could truly feel her immense joy.
The misty air seemed to drape her figure in a thin veil, making her appear dreamlike and ethereal.
Jing Min gazed at him quietly, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips, before tiptoeing out.
Chu Wuyang carried the towel lightly in both hands and walked out of the bathroom with cheerful steps, still humming a light tune.
Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.
Suddenly, her gaze fell on the man sitting casually on the sofa.
My body stiffened abruptly, and my heart skipped a beat.
His face instantly filled with astonishment.
She instinctively turned her head and looked towards the door.
Then he quickly turned his gaze back to the man in front of him who was staring intently at him.
What are you doing here?
Jing Min looked at her startled expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly turned up.
A smile played on his lips, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, as he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"What's so strange about me being in my own room?"
Chu Wuyang frowned slightly and stammered as she tried to explain:
"No, shouldn't you be downstairs right now?"
His words still carried a lingering sense of surprise.
After saying that, as if she were running away from something, she turned and hurried towards the dressing room, muttering to herself:
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