Chapter 11 Charming: "I don't have a boyfriend."
"President Zhang," Tang Yi saw that things were not going well and didn't have time to think too much. She quickly stood up and whispered, "Say less."
With a mix of resistance and deliberation, Tang Yi finally managed to pull the two apart. Zhang Minglang flung away from her sleeve and strode out the door. Tang Yi followed him out, repeatedly nodding and apologizing to Chairman Zhang.
"President Zhang!"
Zhang Minglang walked faster and faster ahead, so Tang Yi had to quicken her pace to catch up. Seeing him enter the elevator ahead of her, and realizing she couldn't keep up, she slowed her pace, panting.
However, a few seconds later, Zhang Minglang poked his head out of the elevator and impatiently urged Tang Yi to hurry up.
"Are you leaving or not?"
Tang Yi didn't care about anything else and quickened her pace to enter the elevator.
“President Zhang, no matter how much resentment you have, it's inappropriate to vent your anger directly on Chairman Zhang. Besides…”
"I really don't understand you," Zhang Minglang interrupted impatiently, his voice rising, "Why are you always trying to persuade me? Why are you always on the side of others? Are you kidding me? Who pays your salary? Does Chairman Zhang even pay your salary?"
Tang Yi patiently waited for him to finish his barrage of questions, until he calmed down a little and started sulking to himself, before slowly replying, "It's not your turn to get paid. The finance department will be the one to pay it."
Zhang Minglang: "?"
He laughed in exasperation: "You can't stand not arguing with me for a day?"
"It's just stating the facts."
Seeing that his anger had subsided, Tang Yi pursed her lips and began to patiently persuade him.
"Although I don't know what's making you angry again, you can discuss any complaints with me in advance, and we can work together to find a solution. We'll try not to disturb Chairman Zhang if we can."
"Again? What do you mean you're angry again?" Zhang Minglang was about to jump up again. "I'm angry because of your mess!"
"My business?"
Just as Tang Yi was about to press further, the elevator reached their floor. Zhang Minglang stormed out, and she followed closely behind, asking, "What's wrong with me?"
However, Zhang Minglang was still angry and kept rushing forward, with Tang Yi chasing after him, her high heels making a rapid sound on the floor.
The colleagues at the nearby workstations were stunned by the sight and watched the two of them go, while General Manager Zhang in front was clearly furious.
Tang Yi was in a hurry to catch up with her boss who was walking briskly ahead of her. The aisle was not wide, and she had to dodge objects on the ground while wearing high heels.
Suddenly, as she walked to her workstation, she stepped on something and her ankle twisted violently. She groaned in pain, quickly grabbed the partition, and fell to her knees with a thud against her workstation.
"Secret Soup!"
Tang Jiaxin noticed something was wrong and jumped up.
Zhang Minglang heard Tang Yi's movement before she even spoke. His heart sank, and he quickly turned his head, only to see Tang Yi holding her ankle. Because her head was lowered, a few strands of hair slipped out from behind her ears and covered her face, so he couldn't see her expression.
He didn't have time to think about anything else. He took a big step in front of her, knelt down on one knee, took her arm, and his face was very tense.
Is it alright?
He looked down and saw the barely visible tears hanging at the corners of Tang Yi's eyes. His heart clenched as if someone were gripping it, and his voice unconsciously softened.
Tang Yi was in so much pain that she couldn't make a sound, and could only nod in response.
While holding her arm, Zhang Minglang turned his head and glanced at the colleagues who had gathered around him: "Xiao Tang, please go to the infirmary and get a few bottles of spray. Everyone else, go back to work."
After saying that, he lowered his head to ask for her opinion: "Can you walk? Let me help you to the sofa in my office. It's spacious there, okay?"
Tang Yi instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she glanced around at the dark mass of shoes, she thought it would be better to hide in the office and save herself some face.
She thought this to herself and nodded slightly.
With Zhang Minglang's help, she walked with difficulty into the president's office.
Zhang Minglang was completely different from his usual carefree and easily angered self. He asked his colleagues to help him get hot water and helped him with his pillow, doing things meticulously and thoughtfully.
Tang Yi was in pain, but she watched him bustling around, feeling both incredulous and amused.
He couldn't stay still for a moment, and every now and then he would jump up from the sofa, trying to rush out, but Tang Yi quickly grabbed him and stopped him.
"No need to bother anymore, it's nothing. I'll go out after applying the medicine."
Feeling uneasy, Zhang Minglang suggested that she sit a while longer, but Tang Yi, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, naturally refused.
"This time, I'm the one who apologizes."
Zhang Minglang's arrogance in the elevator had completely vanished, but he still awkwardly turned to look out the window.
Tang Yi found his attitude a complete 180-degree turn amusing, but she didn't show it on her face.
After all, we should at least leave some dignity for President Zhang.
But she couldn't resist.
She smiled slightly and replied, "I'm fine."
Zhang Minglang finally stopped staring at the window. He turned his head and saw Tang Yirou's smooth hair shining in the bright sunlight outside the window. She was smiling slightly, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed, adding a touch of life to her already beautiful features.
He was stunned and didn't react for a long time.
"Mr. Zhang, the medicine is here." Tang Jiaxin barged in, forgetting to knock in her haste. She didn't notice anything amiss between Mr. Zhang and Secretary Tang, and rushed towards them.
Zhang Minglang seemed to wake up from a dream. When he came to his senses, he quickly got up and looked around busily until he caught sight of the medicine in Tang Jiaxin's hand and remembered to take it.
He didn't say anything, but rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and handed the medicine to Tang Yi on the sofa with the other.
After Tang Yi accepted the order, he hurriedly left the president's office.
"Mr. Zhang, what's wrong? Did you two have a fight?"
Tang Jiaxin looked at Zhang Minglang's inexplicable behavior and asked the only person involved who remained in the room.
Tang Yi shrugged, indicating she didn't know, but she was never one to waste time thinking about such trivial matters. She unscrewed the spray bottle cap, rolled up her trousers, and sprayed the medicine.
On the other side, Zhang Minglang rushed into the tea room like a headless fly, leaning against the cold marble bar. His mood had finally calmed down a bit, and he looked no different from usual.
If no one noticed that his ears were slightly red.
"What's going on?" Zhang Minglang lowered his head dejectedly, his arms outstretched, the crisp lines of his suit and shirt creased by his shoulders and back.
He couldn't help but recall Tang Yi, whom he had just seen in the office. Her hair, lightly bouncing in the sunlight, resembled a slender reed, rippling across the calm surface of his heart.
Zhang Minglang shook his head, trying to put the strange feeling in his heart out of his mind, and then, trying to cover it up, made a cup of coffee and took it out, even forgetting to add ice.
He strolled back and found that Tang Yi had already returned to her workstation and seemed to be fine.
Seeing that she was completely unaffected, and then looking at his own inexplicable emotional fluctuations, Zhang Minglang felt a surge of resentment.
He deliberately took a detour past Tang Yi's workstation, and seeing that she didn't react, he cleared his throat again.
Tang Yi then heard the sound. She took off the headphones that were hidden by her hair, looked up at him, and stared at him with a puzzled look in her eyes.
Zhang Minglang's mind was filled with a bunch of concerned questions, but under her direct gaze, the words that came out of his mouth were "Why are you wearing headphones to listen to music at work?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to slap himself. Why couldn't his mouth obey him? What kind of stupid question was that?
Tang Yi calmly pointed to the computer screen.
"I'm listening to a recording and taking meeting notes."
"Okay, you can continue."
To cover his embarrassment, Zhang Minglang picked up his coffee and took a big gulp.
But he forgot the coffee was hot.
His tongue suddenly felt a burning sensation, catching him off guard, but he forced himself to swallow it. His throat was on fire, but he remained expressionless, only tightening his jaw, before turning and entering his office.
The door clicked shut and locked.
The next second, Zhang Minglang suddenly raised his hand to loosen his bow tie, while his other hand awkwardly fanned his open mouth, silently gasping for air.
Soon it was time to leave work in the afternoon. Because of her sprained ankle, Tang Yi didn't rush to leave. Since she couldn't drive anyway, she stayed a little longer to organize her documents.
After finishing her work, she took out her phone to check where her taxi was, but suddenly heard the frosted glass door of the president's office open and Zhang Minglang walk out.
"Aren't you off work yet?"
He was clearly surprised that Tang Yi was still there.
"I was just about to leave."
“Perfect timing. Come back with me. I’ll have Assistant Zhou drive.”
Tang Yi refused without even thinking. She held up her phone and waved it: "No need to bother, I've already called a taxi."
However, Zhang Minglang had already anticipated her refusal and decisively interrupted her: "Cancel the order, it's settled then, let's go."
After saying that, he went up and took her arm without saying another word.
Tang Yi had no choice but to agree after her resistance failed, and secretly thought to herself that she would definitely leave work early tomorrow so that he wouldn't see her.
So the two of them awkwardly helped each other into the car.
Assistant Zhou saw through the driver's car window that President Zhang was actually helping Tang...
Yi is already heartbroken.
In just a few days, President Zhang has grown increasingly trusting of Secretary Tang. Thinking back to his conversation with Liu Zhang in the car this morning when they visited the project, it had also revolved entirely around Secretary Tang.
Assistant Zhou adjusted his glasses, a chill running through him. Was the day he would be replaced by Secretary Tang far off...?
"Let's go to her house first."
Zhang Minglang gave orders from behind, and Assistant Zhou, without thinking too much, quickly started the car.
"Which building and floor do you live on? I'll take you up."
"No need, it's quite close."
Tang Yi politely declined Zhang Minglang's offer.
He noticed she seemed reluctant to reveal her address, which he could completely understand. After all, she was likely a woman living alone, and it was always better to be cautious.
Zhang Minglang's mind raced, and he suddenly thought of something. He awkwardly mumbled, "Then... ask your boyfriend to come downstairs and pick you up."
Tang Yi: "?"
She shook her head as if she had heard something extraordinary.
I don't have a boyfriend.
oh.
I don't have a boyfriend.
Zhang Minglang suddenly felt refreshed.
He replied cheerfully, "Sure, you can go up yourself then. Which building are you staying in? Assistant Zhou, you can drive it downstairs, right?"
Tang Yi didn't understand his inexplicable change from overcast to partly cloudy, and suspiciously reported a building number.
Zhang Minglang watched her get out of the car and enter the building before letting Assistant Zhou continue walking.
Assistant Zhou glanced discreetly in the rearview mirror and noticed that President Zhang was tapping on the car window with his fingers, and even humming a song for the first time ever.
Assistant Zhou: "..."
He silently shifted his gaze back to the front.
The reason a CEO is a CEO is because his emotions are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people! Only someone like that deserves to be the CEO of Junmao!
He thought obsequiously.
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