◎Can we...get to know each other?◎
An Jiu was awakened by the cold. When he opened his eyes in bed, he found that it was all white outside the window. There was a thick layer of snow on the roof in the distance. The room was silent.
The air conditioner stopped working at some point, and the thin air conditioner was unable to keep out the cold. She curled up tightly with her phone placed across her pillow.
She turned on the screen and a novel subtitle appeared. A familiar name came into her sight and she felt dazed.
Looking around, the modern decoration in the room made her realize a fact.
She really came back.
I subconsciously called out to the system, but no one answered. There was silence.
An Jiu suddenly realized what he had done and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Over half a year, I saw everything in that world, met those friends, and... that gentleman in white clothes with black hair and a gentle complexion like jade.
It all seems like a bizarre dream.
When getting up and going to the bathroom to wash up, An Jiu looked at himself in the mirror. This face was exactly the same as the face of An Jiu in ancient times, without any difference, except that the arrogance and arrogance between the corners of the eyes and eyebrows were slightly restrained, making him look more dignified and noble, instead of being as unreasonable as An Jiu.
Going downstairs to have breakfast, An Jiu said to the housekeeper Zhang Bo: "Uncle Zhang, the air conditioner in my room seems to be broken. Can you ask someone to fix it today?"
Zhang Bo was stunned for a moment, then quickly nodded and agreed.
An elderly man with a kind face and white hair at the dining table said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that the air conditioner was broken? No wonder you look so bad."
An Jiu raised his hand and touched his face, then smiled: "Do you look bad? I just noticed it this morning."
The old man looked at her and said to the aunt beside him, "Go and make a bowl of ginger soup for the young lady."
"No need, Grandpa. I'm fine."
The old man said, "You haven't even taken over the company yet, and you don't listen to me?"
An Jiu then shut up, but a warm current flowed through his heart, warming his still somewhat cold body.
After breakfast, she got in the car and was taken to the company by the driver.
She just graduated from college this year, and has only been in the company as a department manager for less than half a year, but she has already made a lot of achievements, which has made some people more eager to make moves and feel a little restless.
Although An Jiu has the support of her grandfather, her grandfather has more than one son. She also has two uncles and an aunt, all of whom are eyeing the power of the company.
After entering the company, people kept greeting An Jiu, and An Jiu responded with a smile.
"The young lady is so beautiful today. The way she holds her chin up and nods is so powerful!"
"She is simply the epitome of a rich family's daughter. She is rich, pretty, and talented. Who would be so envious..."
Facing everyone's gaze as he got on the elevator, An Jiu arrived at his office and met his secretary Zheng Lan.
It was not yet time to go to work. Zheng Lan was biting a sandwich in her mouth. When she saw An Jiu, her eyes suddenly lit up: "Manager!"
An Jiu paused, "What?"
Zheng Lan asked mysteriously, "Have you read the novel I recommended to you yesterday?"
An Jiu was stunned. In her memory, this happened more than half a year ago and she almost forgot about it. It seemed that Zheng Lan had indeed recommended the novel to her.
Zheng Lan was the person assigned to her by her grandfather. She was very capable and knew the An family's situation very well. Her only hobby was reading novels, and she would discuss them with An Jiu in her spare time.
An Jiu didn't have the habit of reading novels, and the reason he read that book was because she recommended it to him.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Zheng Lan didn't mind and continued, "Didn't I say that there was a vicious female character in the novel who looked very similar to you, even the names were similar, so I tried to look it up."
An Jiu was a little amused: "What's so good about checking a novel?"
Zheng Lan shook her head: "The female supporting character in that novel looks so much like you, and she was deliberately written to be so brainless and stupid. I could tell at a glance that the author knew you, so of course I had to check it out. Guess what happened?"
An Jiu wasn't very interested in this topic, but he still asked, "Why?"
Zheng Lan said: "The author of the novel is your cousin, your third uncle's daughter An Yue, who is still in college."
This was somewhat unexpected. An Jiu did not have a deep impression of her cousin An Yue. She only met her once every year during the Chinese New Year at the old house. An Jiu did not know why the other party had malice towards her, but she could guess that it was probably due to family influence.
After all, Uncle San wished she would die.
This thought flashed through her mind, but An Jiu didn't care. She had no connection with An Yue, and even if she disliked her, she could only reflect her in the novel and couldn't do anything.
An Jiu really looked down upon enemies of this level.
After a short chat, An Jiu quickly got back to work. Nothing seemed to have changed, except that occasionally, she would suddenly be absent-minded for a while. When she saw the empty cup, she would subconsciously want to complain, but shut up the moment she came to her senses.
Time passed quickly, and after finishing her morning work, she unexpectedly ran into her third uncle when she went to the company cafeteria for lunch.
Anqing used to be somewhat arrogant, but today he smiled, a rare sight, and had a pleasant conversation with a young man.
The reason why she called him a young man was because he had his back to An Jiu. She couldn't see his face, but only his straight back wrapped in a silver-gray suit, his slender neck under his black hair, and his hands as slender as jade as he was holding the knife and fork on the table.
The man seldom spoke, but Anqing was always talking and laughing, and I didn't know what he was talking about.
An Jiu glanced at him. Zheng Lan also noticed the situation on the other side. His eyes changed and he lowered his voice and said, "Mr. An is laughing like this. It seems that the man is very important. I heard a few days ago that he seems to be discussing cooperation with Fengren Pharmaceutical. Could he be someone from Fengren?"
Fengren Pharmaceutical is one of the largest companies in the country. It is rumored that it was a medical family in its early years and has lasted for a hundred years. The person at the helm of the company is very low-key and rarely shows up, but the medicines developed by the company occupy most of the national pharmaceutical market, making it a behemoth that is many times more powerful than An's.
Anqing wants to cooperate with Fengren to take on a medical device deal, which is a big deal. If the deal is successful, he will get more support. No wonder he is so eager to do so.
An Jiu didn't want to look any further and quickly looked away.
After finishing her meal, she got up to leave, but unexpectedly ran into Anqing and the young man at the elevator entrance.
Facing each other face to face, she finally saw his appearance clearly.
His narrow, dark eyes were slightly curved, his thin lips were slightly raised, as if he was smiling all the time, his skin was fair, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, his face was clear and gentle, even in a suit and tie, he looked like the reincarnation of an ancient gentleman.
An Jiu was completely stunned. Before she could react, An Qing introduced her with a smile, and there was a hint of pride in his words: "Xiao Jiu, this is Mr. Pei from Fengren. It's a rare opportunity for him to come to Bincheng. Go and say hello to him."
Mr. Pei remained calm and looked at An Jiu, "Who is this?"
An Qing said: "This is the niece I told you about, An Jiu, who was raised by the old man. She is very capable at a young age."
Mr. Pei nodded slightly, stretched out his bony hand, and smiled at her politely: "Miss An."
An Jiu stretched out his hand and shook it gently, and then separated after a brief moment. However, he still felt that the other's palm was very cold, as if he had touched ice, without a trace of warmth.
The elevator went up. Anqing and Mr. Pei probably had something else to talk about, so they went straight into Anqing's office. Anjiu's office was also on the same floor. They watched their backs disappear behind the door.
"Tsk tsk, it looks like we really have to negotiate with Anqing." Zheng Lan couldn't help but say.
An Jiu suddenly came back to his senses: "What?"
Zheng Lan said: "Fengren Pharmaceutical is a family business, and the Pei family is behind it. I originally thought that the man was the head of Fengren, but I didn't expect that he was a member of the Pei family. Since Anqing was able to invite someone, this matter should be set in stone."
The voice of Zheng Lan's words rang in his ears, but An Jiu didn't listen much. He returned to the office and rested for a while, but still couldn't fall asleep.
After tossing and turning for a while, she stood up, picked up the cup and went to the tea room to refill her coffee.
Unexpectedly, I ran into Mr. Pei again.
When the other party was about to leave after getting the water, An Jiu turned aside to make way and walked to the coffee machine to get the coffee, but he didn't hear the footsteps leaving behind him.
"Miss An." A man's deep voice suddenly came to my ears.
She turned her head subconsciously and met a pair of deep and indiscernible eyes.
The other man stared at her deeply. His usually smiling face now showed obvious tension. His jawline was tense, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he whispered, "My name is Pei Ji. Fei Yi Pei, Ji means lonely."
"Can we...get to know each other?"
It was snowing heavily outside the window, but the house was warm and quiet. The rich aroma of coffee beans filled the nose. The uneasiness and affection hidden in the man's eyes almost flowed out of his eyes even though he tried hard to restrain himself.
An Jiu was silent for a long time. When the corners of his eyes turned red as if he was about to cry, he finally curled the corners of his lips slightly.
"OK."
The author has something to say:
I will write some modern extra stories later, all of which are sweet. I will write them after I finish the Demon Cult dungeon~
This book was really hard to write. I got sick and had surgery, and then I was recovering from the illness. I had never written a bloody or sad story before, but only sweet stories. This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story. I feel that many parts of the story are not well written and there are still many flaws. I am very grateful to all the dear children who have been following me. Thank you for your support, encouragement and waiting. Thank you very much! I love you~~mmmmm~
My dears, please leave a comment on this chapter and I will send you a red envelope!
Then I am going to write the book about running with the ball next. I want to write a sweet story to relax. qwq I am a sweet story writer! I should write sweet stories in the future. It is really difficult to write sad stories. qaq
I hope we can meet again~~~
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