Chapter 127 This is Private Time
Song Zhiwei followed closely behind, carrying a backpack, trying her best to keep up with their pace.
The three of them passed through the ordinary passageway without any hindrance and went straight into the VIP lounge.
The lounge is quiet and comfortable, with thick carpets and soft lighting.
The sofa was spacious, and a fruit platter and hot drinks were placed on the coffee table.
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at his watch, frowned slightly, and said, "Let's go get something to eat."
Song Zhiwei nodded and silently followed him into the restaurant next door.
The restaurant is elegantly decorated and has a limited number of seats, but it offers a very private space.
After sitting down, she opened the menu, thought for a moment, and ordered a bowl of braised noodles.
Sheng Tingzhou ordered an Americano and a sandwich.
The two sat facing each other, the atmosphere quiet and somewhat oppressive.
She lowered her head and ate slowly, picking up noodles one by one with her chopsticks.
The rising steam blurred her vision.
A dozen minutes later, she put down her chopsticks; there was still more than half a bowl of noodles left in the bowl.
Sheng Tingzhou glanced at the remaining noodles in her bowl, and a soft chuckle suddenly appeared on his lips.
"Eating so little? You're as thin as a stick, like a cat licking its food."
His tone was somewhat teasing, but his eyes were looking at her with a meaningful gaze.
She looked up at him, her face slightly flushed.
He then pulled out a tissue, calmly wiped his mouth, and looked up to retort.
"If I were a cat, why didn't I grow into a big, fat cat?"
He leaned back lazily in his chair, one hand resting on the edge of the table, his gaze playful.
"The cat is afraid of scaring you, it's sensible, and it doesn't grow tall."
His words were flippant, yet contained a profound meaning.
Song Zhiwei was speechless for a moment, her lips twitching slightly.
In the end, he said nothing, but just lowered his head and stared blankly at the empty bowl.
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It was almost eleven o'clock when we arrived in Jiangcheng.
The plane landed smoothly, the cabin door opened, and the interior lights turned on.
Passengers got up to gather their luggage and unbuckle their seatbelts.
Outside the window, the sky over Jiangcheng was gloomy.
A damp smell permeated the air.
A black luxury van was already parked outside the airport.
A driver in uniform stood respectfully waiting beside the car.
As soon as they walked out of the terminal, the driver immediately went up and took their suitcases.
Song Zhiwei tried to lend a hand, but he quickly avoided her.
Song Zhiwei felt a little guilty, frowned slightly, and said in a low voice, "I can take it myself, don't... go to too much trouble."
The driver immediately waved his hand, a smile plastered on his face.
"Ms. Song, please don't be so polite. It's nothing. President Sheng instructed us to take good care of you."
Unable to refuse, she pursed her lips, silently shut her mouth, and followed them to the vehicle.
Accommodation was arranged at a five-star hotel in Jiangcheng.
Located in the city center, the building is towering.
The exterior glass gleamed coldly in the overcast sky.
The presidential suite is located on the top floor.
Stepping through the door, you are greeted by a wide-open view, offering an unobstructed panorama of the river.
The suite has five rooms, which are spacious and bright, and decorated with luxury without being ostentatious.
Sheng Tingzhou was the first to walk in, carrying his suitcase.
He casually placed the box in the entryway, turned around and looked around, his gaze landing on her.
"You pick one."
Song Zhiwei stopped in her tracks in the center of the living room.
Her gaze swept across the rooms on both sides of the corridor, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the backpack strap.
I felt a little panicked.
The presidential suite has five rooms, which sounds spacious, but it's actually far too luxurious.
According to company regulations, she really shouldn't be living here.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sheng, didn't I get a single room?"
She remembered specifically asking the finance department last night.
The standard accommodation for business trips is a double room; single occupancy is limited to a standard double room.
Sheng Tingzhou lazily raised his eyes, glanced at her sideways, and raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile.
"What? Five rooms aren't enough to fit you?"
She quickly explained, her voice rising.
"That's not what I meant. I asked the finance department yesterday, and they said that personal business trips can only be spent in standard rooms, and expenses exceeding the standard cannot be reimbursed."
She didn't want people to think she was taking advantage of the situation.
Sheng Tingzhou's gaze seemed heavy, pressing down on her face.
A moment later, he suddenly smiled, his voice deep.
"Then... how about I be your boss?"
The meaning of those words was ambiguous, yet they stunned her instantly.
Song Zhiwei fell silent, lowered her eyes, and stopped arguing.
She turned and walked down the hallway, looking for a suitable room.
Forget it, this person never plays by the rules.
Those regulations are probably no different from waste paper in his eyes.
She chose a room that faced south.
On the sixteenth floor, the view outside the window is a dazzling display of city lights.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, towering buildings stand tall.
The glass curtain wall reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, and the city gradually lights up with thousands of lights in the evening glow.
The winters in Jiangcheng are not as bitterly cold as those in Yancheng.
Even in the dead of winter, the sun can still shine through the clouds, warmly bathing people in its rays.
One by one, the items were packed away neatly, and the clothes were folded and put into the wardrobe.
She gently pushed open the door and came out.
In the living room, the man, dressed in a well-tailored black suit, was lounging lazily on the sofa.
She walked to the sofa and stopped.
"Mr. Sheng, I just confirmed with the other party's representative that the meeting will officially start at 3 PM this afternoon, and they will be downstairs to greet you at 2:20 PM sharp."
Sheng Tingzhou nodded, typed the last line with his knuckles, tapped the Enter key lightly, and then closed the computer.
He looked up at her, his dark eyes calm.
"What do you want for lunch? I'll have it delivered downstairs."
Song Zhiwei was taken aback, and then belatedly looked at the wall clock, the hands pointing exactly to twelve o'clock.
Time flies so fast; she hadn't even had time to think about lunch yet.
"You decide, I'm fine with anything."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his wrist was suddenly grabbed.
She lost her balance, stumbled, and fell forward instantly.
What are you doing?!
She was startled, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively placed her hands against his firm chest.
But Sheng Tingzhou didn't move an inch; instead, he pulled his arm back.
He held her tightly in his arms, his other hand firmly clasping her hand.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixed on her face, his voice low and hoarse.
"They keep calling him 'President Sheng' so respectfully, they're really putting on a serious act."
"I'm just reporting on my work, doing this in an official manner."
He raised his left hand and slowly glanced at his watch.
"It's exactly 12 o'clock now, lunch break time. Business is over, personal time begins."
He paused for a moment, staring at her, his gaze suddenly deepening.
"We haven't explained what happened last night yet."
Song Zhiwei looked bewildered, her brows furrowed slightly.
"What is it?"
He suddenly reached out, his long, slender fingers gently lifting her chin, forcing her to look directly into his eyes.
"Last night at the club, you were acting all cold and aloof. Who were you jealous of?"
Her scalp tingled.
"I'm not jealous, you're overthinking it."
But as soon as she said those words, she felt guilty.
Did she really care?
But they haven't even started a formal relationship yet...
How could she lose control of her emotions over a single glance or a joke?
She dared not meet his eyes again and quickly lowered her gaze.
Sheng Tingzhou kept staring at her, his gaze fixed on her slightly flushed profile.
He leaned down, his nose almost touching her forehead.
Then, he lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of her lips.
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