Chapter 62 Car Window "Sorry, I couldn't help it."...
Zhang Minglang sat in his office, feeling agitated. He would glance at his phone on the table every now and then, then put it down in disappointment.
No, even though he and Tang Yi had another argument, why didn't she come to comfort him?
He clasped his hands together, turned his back to the door, looked out the window, and silently counted down in his mind.
Five, four, three...
Aren't you coming yet?
He glanced at the closed door, then turned the chair back around.
2.8, 2.7...
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He didn't listen at all, abruptly propped himself up, grabbed the chair armrest and turned the chair around, made a loose fist and put it to his mouth, gripped the mouse with his other hand, and looked at the computer screen with an air of seriousness.
The entire process takes no more than ten seconds.
Adjusting his breathing, he raised his voice slightly: "Go in."
The door opened, and he pretended for two more seconds before turning around with a smile, saying, "I knew it..."
However, the person standing in front of her was not Tang Yi, whom she had been longing for.
His eyelids twitched, and he quickly swallowed his words, pressing his lips into a pursed smile.
Fortunately, Fang Zhen kept her head down and didn't notice his inexplicable half-finished sentence. Her voice was soft: "Mr. Zhang, these are the documents that need to be signed..."
Zhang Minglang reverted to his usual deadpan demeanor. Without a word, he reached out and took the document, his hand still hovering over it: "Pen."
Fang Zhen's heart sank. She stammered, "Ah? Secretary Tang said you only use your own pen..."
Zhang Minglang paused upon hearing this, looking up at someone seriously for the first time. His tone rose slightly, and his expression softened a bit: "She told you?"
Fang Zhen nodded repeatedly.
He snorted, pulled a pen from the pen holder next to the computer, and quickly signed several documents. The cap clicked shut, and Zhang Minglang aimed and tossed the pen into the holder, the pen plunging straight in.
He closed the file and handed it back to her. Fang Zhen reached out and took it, then, remembering Tang Yi's instructions, she reached for the coffee cup on the table.
However, Zhang Minglang picked up the cup with a wary look on his face: "Why are you taking my cup?"
Remembering something, he narrowed his eyes: "Did Tang Yi say this too?"
Fang Zhen nodded repeatedly, afraid of being drawn into the battle between these two powerful figures.
Zhang Minglang tapped the rim of the cup thoughtfully, producing a few crisp sounds from the ceramic. An idea had formed in his mind.
Zhang Minglang looked at Fang Zhen and said, word by word, "Take the contract. As for the coffee cup... tell Tang Yi to come and get it herself."
"He said I should go in person?"
Outside the door, Tang Yi paused as she flipped through documents, hearing Fang Zhen's words. She looked up, frowning, and confirmed it again.
"Yes." Fang Zhen said with certainty.
Tang Yi lowered her eyelashes: "Alright, I understand. You can go ahead and get busy."
After seeing Fang Zhen off, she looked up at the entrance to the president's office not far away, then looked down to check the computer.
You'd better do it yourself, or you'll die of thirst.
However, after quickly flipping through a few pages of the contract and glancing at the computer, she abandoned her previous idea, walked briskly around the workstation, and her figure stirred up a gust of wind.
Let's go along with his last one.
Tang Yi thought to herself.
Tang Jiaxin, holding a cup of coffee in the distance, watched Tang Yi's brisk walk and patted Li Da on the shoulder, clicking her tongue in amazement: "Do you believe they'll have another fight?"
Li Da adjusted his glasses, which had slipped off his nose: "It's hard to say. A fight isn't out of the question."
Tang Yi stopped in front of the door and, as usual, knocked three times. However, there was no response from inside, which was unusual for her.
"President Zhang?" Tang Yi knocked three more times, but there was still no response.
She grumbled inwardly, but had no choice but to push open the door and go inside.
The chair in front of the desk was empty, and the familiar cup sat quietly on the desk.
Where did they go?
Just as she was about to speak, she felt a warm body suddenly press against her from behind, followed by an arm tightly gripping her lower abdomen. She stumbled forward, feeling a tickle on her shoulders and neck—it was a man's hair.
"You've finally arrived! I've been waiting for you for so long."
A sticky sound came from behind her. She was a little angry and a little anxious. She tried to break free from the embrace, but her waist was being tightened more and more.
In desperation, Tang Yi had no choice but to resort to her ultimate move. She took a deep breath, deliberately softened her voice, and said in a way that sounded very uncomfortable, "You're squeezing me so tightly, it hurts."
That sentence worked perfectly; the moment she finished speaking, she felt a sudden release around her waist. Tang Yi seized the opportunity to pull away from his embrace, turned around, and glared at him, her voice low and laced with resentment: "Zhang Minglang! What did you promise me yesterday? What were the three rules we agreed on? Recite them to me again!"
“First, our relationship must be kept secret. Second…” Zhang Minglang repeated earnestly, his voice like a robot. He finished speaking without omitting a single word, then looked down at her slightly disheveled shirt collar from struggling, and apologized profusely, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
Tang Yi was clearly still angry and didn't let him off easily just because he looked meek: "It's always like this! You do the math yourself, how many times have you apologized for this since we started dating? And how many times have you ever changed your ways?"
Zhang Minglang looked up, his voice a little aggrieved: "But if I don't call you in like this, you'll get angry with me."
"Do you think everyone's as petty as you? I wasn't even angry with you! And you're acting all aggrieved..."
Upon hearing the words "not being stubborn," Zhang Minglang's heart leaped with joy. He tried to hug her, but missed.
Tang Yi had already walked to the desk and picked up his coffee cup. Just before leaving, she remembered something, looked down and tugged at her collar and the hem of her pencil skirt, then turned to him and said, "Don't even think about picking me up from get off work tonight."
When Zhang Minglang heard that she had vetoed the idea he had been arguing with her about for so long, he panicked. He strode after her and grabbed her arm, saying, "I was really wrong. I'll definitely try my best to hold back next time."
"Try your best?" Tang Yi turned to look at him and repeated his words, "What time is it and you're still trying to dodge the question?"
She finished speaking and pushed open the door. A colleague walked past the doorway the instant it opened. Zhang Minglang coughed nervously, turned his face to the side, and said seriously, "Today's coffee, no sugar, please."
Just before the door closed, Tang Yi gave him a deep look, her eyes filled with mockery.
That's all the guts I have; I only dare to spout a few sarcastic remarks in front of her.
The colleague who was passing by overheard Mr. Zhang's words and quickened his pace to run back to his workstation, like a spy returning with intelligence: "Hey, hey, I just overheard Secretary Tang and Mr. Zhang talking. They sounded quite harmonious, not like they had been arguing."
Tang Jiaxin waved his hand, looking like an experienced person: "You still have to maintain appearances, don't you understand?"
The colleague nodded thoughtfully and pulled out a chair to sit down.
Tang Yi was busy all day, spending most of her time accompanying Zhang Minglang as he moved around the company’s various buildings and meeting rooms. Only occasionally could she sit down and rest for a few minutes.
As the last meeting ended, Zhang Minglang was exhausted. Tang Yi, not wanting to leave her work at home, volunteered to stay and organize the meeting minutes. Zhang Minglang tried to persuade her to stay, but to no avail, and finally left first.
She returned to the 16th floor, greeting her colleagues as she passed. There weren't many people at the workstations anymore, and with a casual glance, she spotted a head moving among the empty seats. Tang Yi looked closer and realized it was Fang Zhen.
"Xiao Fang? Aren't you off work yet?" Tang Yi walked to her workstation.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhen looked up abruptly. After recognizing her, she waved the document in her hand at her: "I still have a little bit left to proofread. It's all my fault for being a bit too slow..."
Outside the window, the sun was setting, and the towering office buildings blocked the evening glow. Fortunately, many of the buildings had glass surfaces, like movie screens, reflecting the red, orange, yellow, and purple sunset colors. These colors shone through the company's large floor-to-ceiling windows and onto Tang Yi's frameless glasses, making her eyes appear bright.
Fang Zhen felt that Tang Yi was enveloped in light, and she was staring straight at her.
Tang Yi chuckled: "It's normal, maybe I did arrange things a bit too much."
"No, no, no, no!" Fang Zhen quickly waved her hands, "It's not heavy at all, I know this is all for exercise!"
Tang Yi nodded and patted her shoulder: "You're busy, go home early."
After another half hour of work, Tang Yi leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh. She looked up at Fang Zhen's direction; her full bun was still bobbing up and down.
Tang Yi raised an eyebrow.
Fang Zhen is quite similar to herself when she first joined the company.
She looked away, reached for her phone on the table, and discovered that Zhang Minglang had sent her a WeChat message.
[Chapter: Aren't you off work yet?]
Tang Yi glanced at the time; it had been twenty minutes ago. She lowered her head and started typing.
[Recliner: Time to clock out.]
After successfully sending the message, Tang Yi put her phone in her bag, took off her employee ID, tidied up her desk, and then stood up.
Before leaving, she made a point of saying goodbye to Fang Zhen, who was still working overtime, and told her not to stay up too late.
Fang Zhen smiled and said, "Okay, it'll only take me a few minutes."
Tang Yi felt relieved and got up to go to the parking lot.
The parking lot was quite dark, and there were hardly any cars. She took her car keys and headed forward to find her car.
In the empty, dark underground space, the blinding light of car headlights suddenly appeared not far away. Tang Yi, caught off guard, raised her hand to shield her eyes.
As if sensing her movement, the car's lights suddenly switched off. Only then did Tang Yi have a chance to see the license plate clearly.
With just one glance, she placed her hands clasped in front of her chest, walked straight to the front of the car, and stopped.
“I told you, you don’t need to pick me up from get off work today,” she said, shaking her car keys. “I’ll drive myself.”
The car owner rolled down the window and leaned out: "I didn't pick you up from get off work, I'm just sitting here for a while."
Tang Yi chuckled: "And then you sat there for half an hour?"
Zhang Minglang still smiled and said, "Yes, now that I've seen you, I can leave with peace of mind."
Tang Yi laughed at his childishness, but still took a few steps forward and stopped by his car window.
She said to him solemnly, "Zhang Minglang, I really need to talk to you about this. Let's not let what happened today happen again. Otherwise, it won't be good for either of us if someone sees it."
For once, Zhang Minglang refrained from his usual banter. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he looked up at her, his voice softening: "Are we going to hide like this for the rest of our lives?"
Tang Yi was taken aback upon hearing this.
They both knew that this was an issue that the two of them couldn't avoid.
But after a moment of silence, she spoke as if she had made up her mind: "I won't hide it forever, and I can't hide it forever anyway. But at least not now, okay? Let's talk when we're both ready."
After all, she is still preparing, and this preparation will not be completed overnight.
Zhang Minglang felt as if she had exposed some of his secret thoughts. He quietly observed her for a moment and found that Tang Yi was indeed unaware of the situation. So he relaxed a little and nodded.
"Alright, it's getting late, let's go home." Tang Yi straightened up and turned to leave.
However, Zhang Minglang reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.
Tang Yi was suddenly pulled back. Before she could even utter a cry of surprise, Zhang Minglang's lips and tongue silenced her.
In the dimly lit underground parking lot, the two stood separately inside and outside the car window. Zhang Minglang awkwardly reached out a hand to press down on the back of Tang Yi's head and kissed her.
"Hey, where did I park my little electric scooter?"
Suddenly, Tang Yi's familiar voice came from behind her. Her eyes widened, and she reached out to punch Zhang Minglang's arm. He kept his eyes closed, kissed her for a few more seconds, and then reluctantly retreated back into the room.
"See you tomorrow." Zhang Minglang smiled at her, his lips still glossy from her lip gloss, which shone slightly in the dim light coming from the elevator.
After kissing him, Zhang Minglang ran away, starting the car and heading towards the exit.
Tang Yi stopped in her tracks, somewhat flustered.
"Hey, Secretary Tang! You're still here?"
Fang Zhen's surprised voice came from behind. Tang Yi hurriedly wiped her smudged lip makeup with the back of her hand, turned around and responded, then covered her face with the back of her hand in the darkness.
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