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During the voice call with Cheng Xiaonan, Sun Yue sent many messages, all thanking Yu Qian:
[Qian, I’m really, really, really touched today!]
[No one has ever cared about my feelings. When I used to cry, some people would even say, ‘The chubby girl is crying again,’ and tell me that crying a lot might help me lose weight!]
[You’re the first person who was willing to spend time with me in my sadness and comfort me wholeheartedly!]
[Big hug! Love you!]
[Thank you for encouraging me! I will definitely become strong!]
[I also hope you don’t feel sad remembering the past, and stay happy every day!]
[No matter what you think, I consider you a friend!]
Yu Qian looked at them for a while and replied to Sun Yue:
[Good night, friend.]
Not long after, Cheng Xiaonan sent a screenshot, which was Yu Qian’s “Good night, friend.”
Then, he sent Yu Qian a row of thumbs-up emojis.
Yu Qian didn’t know where he got this screenshot from; it was probably Sun Yue who sent it to him. But staring at that row of thumbs-up, she felt she understood Cheng Xiaonan’s meaning—
I treated you two to dinner, and after eating, you two became sworn friends?
What about me?
She smiled, put away her phone, and didn’t reply to him.
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The next morning, when Sun Yue came over, her eyelids were still a bit swollen, but she was radiant and looked fully recovered.
Yu Qian was still wearing her bathrobe. Sun Yue, already excited, came over with a paper bag, looking a little embarrassed. She shyly placed the paper bag in front of Yu Qian: “Qian, I brought you and CEO Cheng a lot of negative energy yesterday. I hope you won’t be unhappy because of my issues. I bought you an aromatherapy candle; I hope you like it!”
This girl actually had a very simple mind. Yu Qian got up early and checked her phone, seeing that Sun Yue had posted on her Moments last night.
Presumably, Cheng Xiaonan’s screenshot was stolen from her Moments.
It was clear Sun Yue had put thought into it.
The aromatherapy candle’s main notes were poppy and lavender, which not only related to Yu Qian’s name but also had a calming effect.
Yu Qian really did need something to calm her nerves. She had been dreaming of Qu Liwen lately and hadn’t been sleeping well.
At times like these, Yu Qian always wanted to light a cigarette.
It wasn’t really a nicotine addiction. From memory, Qu Liwen liked this blueberry-flavored cigarette. Sometimes, when she was annoyed, she would light one and take a few puffs, considering it a way to remember her.
Because of that “lung” ashtray, she genuinely hadn’t felt like smoking for a while.
But now, she suddenly wanted one and couldn’t find a lighter anywhere.
When Sun Yue turned her head, she saw Yu Qian, wearing a purple silk bathrobe, leaning on the table with one hand, her gaze searching for something.
Her bathrobe was slightly open. Sun Yue silently looked down at her own flat chest, sighing in self-pity.
“Qian, what are you looking for?”
Yu Qian looked back: “A lighter.”
Sun Yue didn’t realize Yu Qian wanted to smoke, thinking she wanted to try the scent of the aromatherapy candle, and happily started looking for it for her.
“I remember you have a lighter in your room.”
Sun Yue raised her head, slapping her forehead, looking as if in deep thought. After a few seconds, she suddenly said, “I remember!”
Perhaps due to work, Yu Qian often stayed in hotels and had her personal items managed by her personal assistant year-round. She was used to having everything laid out in front of her assistant, with no privacy concerns.
Sun Yue took a lighter from the drawer by Yu Qian’s bedside, pressed it a few times, but saw no flame: “Huh, is this lighter out of gas?”
Yu Qian looked over at the sound. When she saw the lighter in Sun Yue’s hand, her gaze paused slightly: “Mm, it’s out of gas.”
“So, do you want me to throw it away for you?”
Yu Qian didn’t answer immediately. After a while, she said, “No, give it to me.”
She took the lighter. Sun Yue thought she would throw it away.
After all, it wasn’t an expensive model; it was just an ordinary lighter from a small shop on the market, costing a few yuan.
But Yu Qian just casually tossed it into the bucket bag on the table.
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Having been in frequent contact with Cheng Xiaonan lately, Sun Yue’s perception of her boss, Cheng Xiaonan, had changed.
Unlike at the very beginning, where she was always timid and fearful, she now felt that although Cheng Xiaonan was rarely seen smiling in the office building, he had a very tolerant personality.
His temper seemed to be no worse than Shen Shen’s.
Especially after last night’s meal, calculating it all, the boss actually paid the bill. She felt really embarrassed.
So, when buying the aromatherapy candles, Sun Yue also got one for Cheng Xiaonan.
However, an employee giving a gift to the boss is generally not good; if word got out, who knows how it might be interpreted.
After much thought, Sun Yue decided to wait until after work, picking a time when there were fewer people on the floor, and brought the paper bag with her own things to find Cheng Xiaonan.
Cheng Xiaonan wasn’t in his office; he was in the meeting room, with his back to the door.
His posture was tall and straight, looking out the window at the leaves swaying in the wind, lost in thought.
Sun Yue knocked on the door and poked her head in: “CEO Cheng.”
Cheng Xiaonan looked back: “Hm?”
Sun Yue was probably giving a gift to a leader-level colleague for the first time. In her heart, she considered Cheng Xiaonan a friend, but after all, he was the boss. She scratched the back of her head, a bit reserved, as she entered.
“Is something wrong?”
“Last night’s dinner, I only realized after I got home that you ended up paying. I knew you wouldn’t take money if I transferred it, so... I bought you a thank-you gift. Thank you for your tolerance. I will work hard.”
The paper bag was placed on the table. Cheng Xiaonan asked, “What is it?”
“It’s an aromatherapy candle. You’re not the only one who got it; I bought one for Yu Qian too. Yours is cedar, and Yu Qian’s and mine are poppy and lavender...”
Seeing Cheng Xiaonan look at the identical paper bag in her hand, Sun Yue subconsciously said, “This one is mine. I already gave Yu Qian hers.”
“Let’s switch. Give me the poppy one; I’ll give you the cedar.”
Sun Yue was a bit confused: “Isn’t cedar more suitable for men?”
Cheng Xiaonan raised the corner of his lips: “My lucky flower is the poppy.”
“Oh.”
How could the boss have such a girlish heart?
And care about horoscopes, blood types, and lucky flowers?
Sun Yue was a bit baffled but still handed over the poppy and lavender one.
Cheng Xiaonan thanked her, then said, “No need to be so polite in the future. Just take good care of Teacher Yu.”
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When Yu Qian was mentioned, Sun Yue became a little worried again and asked about Yu Qian’s work: “CEO Cheng, I see that one of Yu Qian’s upcoming work assignments is a double photoshoot, and the theme is related to mothers and daughters... I’m a bit concerned...”
There were many rumors about Yu Qian in the industry, so it was normal for Sun Yue to have heard something.
Cheng Xiaonan tapped the bridge of his nose with the side of his finger, asking Sun Yue what she had heard.
Sun Yue hesitated for a moment before saying that she had heard a lot of things about Yu Qian and her mother.
Such as a bad relationship with her mother, and Yu Qian not showing up when her mother was sick in China until her death...
Actually, Sun Yue also knew that these couldn’t be entirely trusted.
Just like the rumors that also said Yu Qian and Teacher Peter Pan were in a romantic relationship.
But after Sun Yue met Peter, she felt that all those rumors were nonsense and pure fabrication.
Teacher Peter was like a grown-up child in spirit. When Yu Qian was with him, in terms of personality, she was like Teacher Peter’s mother; in terms of age, she was like Teacher Peter’s daughter.
Their interactions were all about bickering, with no romantic sparks at all.
And they even said that they had been living together for many years and had a child, which was simply unfounded!
But regarding the rumors about Yu Qian’s mother...
Sun Yue scratched her head, feeling a bit lost, and could only ask Cheng Xiaonan: “CEO Cheng, after all, the rumors say that Yu Qian even scattered her mother’s ashes... I’m afraid that if there’s really a conflict between her and her mother, she might feel unhappy receiving such a job?”
Cheng Xiaonan’s tone was very certain: “You’re underestimating her.”
Sun Yue was startled: “CEO Cheng, how do I feel you know Yu Qian so well?”
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaonan finally showed his first smile since Sun Yue entered the room, his voice faint yet matter-of-fact: “How could I not understand someone I’ve liked for almost 8 years?”
This sentence contained too much information; Sun Yue felt her brain couldn’t keep up.
CEO Cheng and Yu Qian know each other?
CEO Cheng has liked Yu Qian for eight years?
No wonder!
No wonder CEO Cheng always appeared in the areas where Yu Qian was shooting!
No wonder CEO Cheng was always especially attentive to Yu Qian!
No wonder he said his lucky flower was the poppy!
...
After processing it for a while, Sun Yue still felt that Cheng Xiaonan wasn’t actively pursuing Yu Qian.
Perhaps Sun Yue was naive, but she always thought that a wealthy person like Cheng Xiaonan, if he were pursuing someone, would send a bouquet of roses every day, frequently send jewelry and bags, confess every three days, and set up a candle display every five days...
But Cheng Xiaonan acted very naturally, just a little more concerned than with others.
Did that also count as liking someone?
“But yesterday, Yu Qian talked about unpleasant past experiences, and you seemed quite normal then... you didn’t even comfort her...”
Cheng Xiaonan smiled: “You cried so miserably yesterday. If CEO Shen had come in and suddenly hugged you to comfort you, how would you react?”
“Then! That would certainly not be okay! I’m not familiar with CEO Shen! Why would he hug me?!”
After saying that, Sun Yue suddenly felt a thought flash through her mind—
It wasn’t that CEO Cheng didn’t want to, but that he couldn’t.
Because he cared, he restrained his affection, being careful and cautious everywhere.
Sun Yue looked up from her shock and saw Cheng Xiaonan with his eyes lowered, looking thoughtful.
Behind Cheng Xiaonan was the brilliant autumn sunset, half the sky dyed in an orange-tinged pink.
He occupied a spacious meeting room alone, holding a Montblanc pen from a precious metal series, with the glint of his diamond-studded watch scattered on the table. He should have been a flamboyant and extravagant person.
Yet, for a fleeting moment, she felt he also possessed the melancholy of unrequited longing.
But it was only for an instant. Sun Yue almost suspected she was seeing things because the next second, Cheng Xiaonan was already smiling and saying, “To comfort someone, you have to find an appropriate way, right? She and I aren’t familiar. Being too forward would be abrupt.”
“Then you...”
“Getting bold, prying into your boss’s private matters?”
“I’m sorry! I wouldn’t dare! I’m leaving now!”
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Who knows what Cheng Xiaonan’s “appropriate” method was, but a few days later, as Yu Qian was packing her things in the morning, preparing to leave, she thought she was hallucinating when she felt three light knocks on the wall of the entrance.
The “Eleven” hotel had excellent soundproofing, so Yu Qian thought she had misheard.
Sun Yue was waiting downstairs, so Yu Qian didn’t think much of it and put on her high heels to go downstairs.
But when she returned to the hotel after work that evening, Yu Qian heard staff gossiping—
CEO Cheng’s neighbor was renovating their house. Apparently, CEO Cheng couldn’t stand the noise and moved to the hotel.
He was staying in room 6603.
Yu Qian looked at the room card in her hand: 6602.
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