"I've been paying attention to Haiti and Nie Yiheng's troops recently. Whenever an interpreter is needed, I'm the first to rush forward. I guess there are very few people like me. I'm so infatuated with him, he should look at me with admiration, don't you think?" Chen Lu said as she turned her head to look at Miao Jin.
Miao Jin answered vaguely, "Well, yes."
Chen Lu smiled again. At times like this, she needed others to encourage her the most. Even though Miao Jin only said "yes", Chen Lu felt like she was injected with chicken blood. She would one day embark on the journey to Haiti.
"Please take me to his company and I will return the card to him." Miao Jin said.
Chen Lu gave Miao Jin a strange look. "Don't you see each other every night? Why do you have to deliver it to him in person? Besides, what's wrong with you taking his credit card? Can't you be away from him even for a moment?"
"Nothing!" Miao Jin retorted, "I'm just bored going home alone."
"Just assume that what you said is true. Tell me the address." Chen Lu said.
Miao Jin told her that Chen Lu's car was leading the way and went to Jiang Xingyun's company.
On the 2nd day, Miao Jin did not drive, but took Chen Lu's car to stroll around the street.
The front desk clerk said that Jiang Xingyun was in a meeting and Miao Jin came to the company without greeting Jiang Xingyun.
Jiang Xingyun was not in the office, so Miao Jin sat on Jiang Xingyun's chair.
Shang Ai happened to come to the president's office and was about to lock the door for President Jiang when he saw Miao Jin hadn't come.
"Madam, why are you here?" Shang Ai saw Miao Jin actually sitting on Jiang Xingyun's chair.
Miao Jin frowned slightly, "Why didn't you go to the meeting?"
"Oh, the meeting today was with the senior management department of the Overseas Department. I had other more important things to do, so I didn't go. Also, Madam, President Jiang's chair--" Shang Ai pointed at Jiang Xingyun's chair.
Miao Jin frowned again, "Why? Can't I sit?"
Shang Ai smiled awkwardly, "Oh, that's not what I meant. It's just that Mr. Jiang is holding the chair and no one else is allowed to sit on it."
Miao Jin was too lazy to argue with her. She saw a painting on Jiang Xingyun's desk. It was a painting of sunflowers. It should be a high-end imitation of Van Gogh's painting. Of course, the authentic one is no longer available for purchase.
Miao Jin didn't know what the painting on Jiang Xingyun's desk meant.
Although he has good taste, he doesn't like to paint on a daily basis.
Seeing Miao Jin looking at the painting curiously, Shang Ai said, "Is Madam looking at this painting?"
"Yes, why is there a painting?" The painting was not small, and the whole thing was pressed under the glass.
Miao Jin had been to his office before, but his desk was blocked by books, computer files and other things, and because of the angle, Miao Jin couldn't see the painting from behind.
"Oh, this..." Shang Ai said mysteriously.
"What?" Shang Ai's attitude made Miao Jin even more curious. "Go ahead."
"This painting was given by President Jiang to his first love." Shang Ai said again.
The word "first love" still made Miao Jin's heart tense, and he didn't want to ask the following questions.
"Why didn't you send it out?" Miao Jin couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"Oh, it's a long story. It's like this. When our General Manager Jiang was seventeen years old, his father mentioned this girl to him for the first time. At that time, the girl was still relatively young, and General Manager Jiang didn't take it seriously. His father just said it casually. After all, they were both young. Moreover, General Manager Jiang was arrogant at the time and felt that he would not fall in love with anyone. He never knew what this girl looked like. Then, in a blink of an eye, General Manager Jiang was nineteen years old. It seemed that he had taken a fancy to this girl on a certain occasion. It seemed like they were destined to be together. However, the girl seemed to be still young. Moreover, General Manager Jiang had been busy traveling for the past two years. "It was a competition in the United States, not in the United States. The days in the United States can be described as 'hours'. Later, when Mr. Jiang was 21 years old and preparing for Harvard's graduate school entrance examination, he met the girl again, it seemed that he was in the suburbs and happened to see the girl painting. Mr. Jiang knew that she loved painting, so he spent a lot of money to buy this painting of sunflowers. Although it was not an authentic one, it was also considered the best among the imitations. Anyway, later on, Mr. Jiang was busy building his own company. He was very busy and was lucky to get four or five hours of sleep a day. I don't know what happened between him and the girl later. I just heard about it." Shang Ai said.
Shang Ai's mind is quite malicious now. He needs a powerful weapon to strike the final winner - Miao Jin, right? First love is such a wonderful topic. It is hard to forget, but it is also out of reach, and it can hurt you deeply. Who would risk their life to compete with their first love for deep affection?
Even without saying anything, Miao Jin knew what happened later.
He did it, it should be his hand, why did he put his hand down? Miao Jin thought about it and thought that it was probably because he was too busy and ignored her.
Miao Jin felt particularly unhappy. She came to see him, but ended up listening to his first love story.
He should be very good to that girl. After all, it was his first love. He gave her paintings, but he never gave her anything else. But she washed his clothes and cooked for him every day.
Miao Jin sat there for a while, biting her lower lip, then put the card on his desk and left.
"Won't you sit for a while, ma'am?" Shang Ai asked.
"No, he doesn't know when he will come." Miao Jin said and left.
She took a taxi home and kept thinking on the way, what kind of girl would Jiang Xingyun like? Besides, since her father also liked her, she must be stunningly beautiful, right?
Miao Jin never thought that when he got jealous, he would be so jealous.
It was so big that it almost burst my chest.
She had never been jealous before. Nie Yiheng protected her very well and would not let her get jealous.
After Miao Jin got home, he lay on the bed, thinking about this matter with his eyes open.
Just then, Chen Lu called. Her voice was filled with joy and excitement. "Miao Jin, Miao Jin, your hard work pays off. I've finally got you."
"What are you waiting for?" Miao Jin was in a bad mood, so he answered incoherently.
"I've finally got the chance to go to Haiti. How about it? There's a strategic meeting next week, and it's none of my business. I'll pester that person and make him give up the opportunity. I'll go. What do you think? Do you want to go?" Chen Lu asked.
"Are you going to his unit?" Miao Jin asked.
"Of course. I asked to go to Haiti just to join his army. The army is so strict. If I go to Haiti and can't see him, it would be a big loss." Chen Lu said.
Miao Jin thought that Nie Yiheng probably went to Haiti because of her. If she went, wouldn't his trip be in vain?
She herself said she couldn't go.
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