But the loud "thump" startled not only the people waiting for the elevator inside, but also Su Shenglin.
"Jiang Wan!" he suddenly called out, but I had no face to respond, nor did I dare to linger.
Just then, the elevator arrived, and the group of office workers waiting for the elevator entered one after another. Without stopping, I shouted "Wait!" and rushed in, covering my forehead.
The elevator doors closed and the elevator ascended.
call--
I breathed a sigh of relief, my heart pounded, and my mind went blank.
I dared not think too much about Su Shenglin's reaction.
He must think I'm so silly, and he must also think I'm head over heels in love with him, which is why I was so flustered and impulsive when he confessed his feelings.
I went upstairs and entered the company. As I passed the general manager's office, I was surprised to find someone inside.
Looking through the glass door, I saw that the professional manager I had recently hired was working overtime.
When the other person noticed me and looked up, they were also surprised: "President Jiang, what brings you to the company?"
I lowered my hand from my forehead, walked in, and said with a smile, "I should be asking you this. It's a rare weekend, and Mr. Yang has taken the initiative to come to the company to work overtime. It seems I made the right choice."
Yang Qianmu smiled, got up and walked out of his desk, gesturing towards the sofa in the reception area.
"The weather is bad today, not suitable for outdoor activities. I just returned to China and don't have many friends. I was bored staying at home alone, so I came to the company. I haven't been here long, and there are still many things that need to be sorted out. It's almost the end of the year, and we need to coordinate and wrap up all the work. I can only work overtime to get it done as soon as possible."
The man in front of me was about 180 cm tall, with deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a face that showed signs of mixed race. At first glance, he looked a lot like a certain internationally renowned male model surnamed Hu.
His even, healthy wheat-colored skin was clearly the result of years of outdoor exercise; he was robust, rugged, and mature.
When I was looking for a professional manager, the headhunting company recommended many candidates, all of whom had excellent resumes. I carefully selected this person and was immediately drawn to him, partly because of his good looks.
After all, a good understanding of beauty is a basic requirement for working in the fashion industry.
I'm also a sucker for good looks, so whether it's Gu Yanqing, Su Shenglin, or this high-class "employee" in front of me—putting aside their character, their looks are at least top-notch and impeccable.
We sat down on the sofa and listened to his speech. I was even more gratified: "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your dedication. I heard from Xiaoying that you adapted to the work rhythm very quickly after joining the company, and everyone recognizes your abilities."
He smiled and said modestly, "It's because President Jiang gave me a lot of freedom to do my job that I was able to fully demonstrate my abilities."
I chuckled at that remark, "Are we just flattering each other in a business setting?"
"truth."
After exchanging pleasantries, he suddenly stood up and said, "By the way, Mr. Jiang, I was just looking at the data on the company's participation in fashion shows over the past few years, and I have some questions. I wonder if you are free this afternoon?"
My phone chimed; it was a WeChat message from Su Shenglin.
I picked it up and took a look.
How is your forehead? Were you injured in any way?
My heart skipped a beat, and I was too embarrassed to reply. Just then, I heard Yang Qianmu's words, so I put down my phone again. "When you have time, if you have any questions, let's discuss them properly."
I came back to work overtime, hoping to figure out the planning for Milan Fashion Week. Unexpectedly, this newly hired boss has a work rhythm that matches mine.
"Okay, let's get this sorted out this afternoon."
Yang Qianmu brought over a pile of documents and placed them on the coffee table.
"What does Mr. Jiang like to drink? Tea, coffee, or milk and juice?" He put down the documents, turned around and walked to the bar, then asked.
"Coffee bar."
"good."
He was busy at the bar. I rubbed my forehead again, feeling a slight bump. Feeling annoyed, I brushed my bangs aside to cover it.
Yang Qianmu brought over two cups of coffee. "These are coffee beans that I had my friend in Australia send back. Mr. Jiang, please try them and see what you think."
"OK, thanks."
I picked up my coffee and took a sip, but before I could even taste it, he suddenly said, "Mr. Jiang, what happened to your forehead? It looks like you have a bump."
I felt embarrassed when I heard that, so I quickly swallowed my coffee and ran my fingers through my hair. "Uh, it's nothing... I just bumped into something by accident."
"You need to apply ice to reduce the swelling." Before he finished speaking, he got up and walked towards the refrigerator by the bar.
This office used to belong to Gu Yanqing.
Although he doesn't come to work often, his office is very well-equipped.
It has everything: a bar, a refrigerator, a lounge, and a restroom.
Yang Qianmu quickly found an ice pack and then went to find a clean towel to wrap it.
I kept saying it was no trouble, but they were just being polite.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang.
I looked at the screen; it was Su Shenglin.
Uh—he probably thought I'd been hit by something because I didn't reply to his WeChat messages.
You can't refuse to answer, otherwise he'll be very worried.
I could only whisper, "Hey..."
"Jiang Wan, how's your forehead? I sent you a WeChat message but you didn't reply. I was worried you might have fainted," Su Shenglin asked with concern.
I said casually, "It's nothing, I just touched it lightly, my head is hard."
"Don't be reckless. When flesh collides with steel, which do you think is harder?"
"..." I pursed my lips and remained silent.
"Is it getting bumpy?"
"No, just a little bit of red."
Before we finished our phone call, Yang Qianmu returned with a wrapped ice pack, silently handed it to me, and gestured for me to cover my forehead.
I took it and politely said "thank you".
Upon hearing this, Su Shenglin immediately asked curiously, "Who are you with?"
"What a coincidence, my colleague is also coming back to work overtime this weekend."
"With your head so badly injured, how can you still work? You should go back and rest."
"Oh, really, it's nothing, thank you for your concern."
I actually quite enjoy this kind of "overreaction" concern, but I don't know how to respond.
These words slipped out of my mouth, and only after I finished speaking did I realize that they sounded a bit impatient.
Meanwhile, Su Shenglin did indeed pause and did not respond.
My cheeks flushed, and fearing he might misunderstand, I quickly added, "I'm busy, I'll contact you later. It's really nothing, don't overthink it."
I added that sentence specifically, and Su Shenglin then replied, "Okay, then you go ahead and get busy."
After hanging up the phone, I sighed helplessly, still feeling a little guilty.
From childhood to adulthood, I received very little care and love; instead, I was beaten and scolded more often.
Even during the sweetest years with Gu Yanqing, I was the stronger one and he was the weaker one, because he had been ill for many years and I had gotten used to taking care of everything for him, while he had gotten used to my independence and self-reliance.
I occasionally encounter minor illnesses and pains, but he almost never cares, assuming that I can get through them on my own.
Now that someone has suddenly appeared who remembers every little thing and checks on me repeatedly, I feel a little uncomfortable, wondering if they're being long-winded and pretentious.
But actually, that's not right.
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