Chapter 626 Extra - Sadness
The receptionist replied very naturally, "We're looking at Ye Qingning's garden. I heard it's very beautiful, and Fang Tong and I are both interested."
Then she turned her head and almost jumped up in fright: "My God, Chairman Ye... when did you arrive?"
She nudged Fang Tong, who turned around and saw Ye Zhiyuan looking somewhat embarrassed.
"Chairman Ye..."
Ye Zhiyuan nodded, his smile warm: "Was lunch good?"
"Delicious, delicious," the receptionist replied crisply.
"Eat more if it's delicious."
"Yes, thank you, Chairman Ye."
Ye Zhiyuan's gaze shifted to Fang Tong, his tone gentle: "First day at work, are you adjusting well?"
“Very good,” Fang Tong replied.
Ye Zhiyuan nodded: "Let's eat. I just came by for a look around."
After saying that, he really turned and left. Only after watching his handsome and upright figure disappear did the receptionist sigh and pat her chest.
"Oh my god, that scared me to death."
Fang Tong sat down: "Isn't Chairman Ye quite gentle? What are you so scared of?"
"After all, he's the heir to the Ye Group. If he says something wrong, he might have to quit." The receptionist took a big bite of shrimp fried rice: "Isn't that scary?"
Fang Tong smiled and said nothing, and the two continued eating.
After leaving the restaurant, Ye Zhiyuan strolled over to the rest area and began gazing at the Tianfu Courtyard across the street.
He had heard of Ye Qingning before, after all, she was Lin Feiyan's wife, but was her garden really that beautiful?
It seems I should go and take a look when I have time.
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After joining the sales office of Yaju Real Estate, Fang Tong's life became much more regular, and he was able to leave work on time every day.
However, in order to get on the job as quickly as possible, Fang Tong would go home after Fang Miao went to sleep at night and study until late at night.
Chen Ci's house had its walk-in closet converted into a study. Although the space wasn't large, it was quiet and had a great learning atmosphere, so Fang Tong's efficiency was naturally very high.
Chen Ci, aside from his regular patient consultations, spent most of his time in the lab, so the two hadn't seen each other for a few days.
However, Fang Tong could see signs of Chen Ci's return every day when he came home.
It could be a bouquet of flowers at home, or a piece of fruit on the coffee table.
Most of the time, Chen Ci would leave a note reminding her to rest on time and eat well.
When she got home on Friday, she saw two bunches of daisies on the shoe cabinet as soon as she entered the door.
There was also a note next to it: "[This was sent by the patient's family. Please use it as you see fit.]"
Fang Tong, unusually in the mood, arranged two bouquets of flowers, placing one in the living room and taking the other to the study.
On the table by the window, there was a sheet of Xuan paper spread out, and on the corner of the table were ground ink and a writing brush.
Fang Tong suddenly became interested and picked up a brush, intending to scribble a couple of strokes randomly.
As everyone knows, calligraphy is difficult to write, and she had never done it before.
Unexpectedly, when she held the brush in her hand, she suddenly seemed to have a breakthrough and began to write characters.
By the time she realized what was happening, several lines of text had already appeared on the paper.
She held the calligraphy brush, looking somewhat bewildered at the neat small characters she had written, her face full of disbelief.
"Having seen the vast ocean, other waters seem insignificant; having beheld the clouds of Wushan, other clouds are not worth seeing. I idly stroll through the flowerbeds, too lazy to look back; half my heart is devoted to cultivating the Tao, half to you."
She couldn't help but read the words on the paper, and strangely, a bittersweet feeling began to surge up, followed by unbearable heartache.
She clutched her chest, supporting herself on the edge of the table with one hand, and then a few tears began to fall, dripping directly onto the rice paper and blurring the character "君" (jun, meaning "you").
She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe away her tears, somewhat confused as to where this inexplicable sadness came from.
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