Chapter 185: Chapter 184: Monthly Tickets 160+
The newly rented office of Shi Yang is twice the size of the previous company, with two floors. Downstairs is a dedicated area for employees to handle business, while upstairs is divided into two parts; one half is Shi Yang’s private office, and the other half is arranged as a reception room, decorated with high-end sofas and a coffee table.
Zhao Meimei followed Shi Yang into the office, and as soon as she entered the door, her true self was revealed. She enthusiastically ran to the large office desk, plopped herself down on the soft and comfortable leather chair, leaned back against it, pushed her feet against the ground, spun around twice, and squinted her eyes into a satisfied smile.
Shi Yang watched her mischievous antics with amusement, locking the door behind him, letting Zhao Meimei have her fun in his office.
Zhao Meimei stopped the chair and asked, "Bro, are you surprised to see me?"
Shi Yang smiled as he leaned over with his hands on the desk, "Of course I’m surprised, can’t you see I haven’t been able to stop smiling?"
Zhao Meimei grinned with satisfaction and leaned closer on the desk, "I knew you must miss me too, I really, really missed you, Bro."
Shi Yang looked down at Zhao Meimei, finding her increasingly endearing.
Zhao Meimei wore a T-shirt and denim shorts, and she had recently lost weight due to emotional distress and fatigue after returning to her hometown. Her face, once round, had become elongated, accentuating her features, making them even more lovely and beautiful.
Today, for style, she had styled her hair into a half-bun, perched high on her head, with the rest flowing over her shoulders, making her look playful yet fashionable. Her bangs, wet with sweat and dried by the air conditioning, naturally curled, highlighting her distinct eyes and red lips, making Shi Yang’s eyes warm with affection, his blood rushing.
He walked around the desk to stand beside Zhao Meimei, a gentle smile on his face, "Meimei."
Zhao Meimei raised her head, "Hmm?"
Shi Yang bent down, locking eyes with Zhao Meimei, seeing his reflection in her dark pupils, unable to resist gently pinching her chin and kissing her.
The moment their lips touched, both seemed to tremble simultaneously, and they could hear each other’s breath becoming unusually heavy.
As Shi Yang kissed Zhao Meimei, his hands roamed over her slender waist, slipping under her shirt, gently caressing her smooth back.
His lower body felt like it was on fire, and he struggled to resist pushing Zhao Meimei down into the chair, yet he could only valiantly restrain himself, suppressing the urge to completely embrace her.
It took all of Shi Yang’s self-control to finally pull his scorching hands away from Zhao Meimei’s body, breathing heavily, his breath warm. He gritted his teeth as he helped Zhao Meimei tidy up her clothes.
Using the motion of standing up, Shi Yang moved behind the chair, quickly flicking the little jumper a couple of times, taking deep breaths, waiting for the intense desire to pass.
This was because Shi Yang genuinely loved Zhao Meimei, willing to wait for her and endure, otherwise, being a young man full of energy, Shi Yang would have long sought out a simple, uncomplicated girl, rather than enduring painfully. If this continued, even the little jumper might soon face self-combustion.
Just as he managed to get through that tormenting urge, the office phone on the desk rang. Shi Yang picked it up, it was a call from downstairs, informing him that a kindergarten interested in installing a Naughty Castle was here to inquire about prices and installation details.
Shi Yang needed to entertain the client and worried Zhao Meimei might be bored alone, so he casually handed her one hundred yuan, asking her to get some snacks from the supermarket next door.
It just so happened that afternoon Zhao Meimei had no idea that a woman had come to the company, driving in to see Shi Yang.
At that moment, Zhao Meimei had just come out from the supermarket, carrying a shopping bag, on her way back to the company. As she stepped onto the platform outside the office, someone called her.
"Hey! Beauty, are you from this company?"
Zhao Meimei turned her head, seeing a young woman in a blue short-sleeved uniform, who looked quite pretty, standing with one hand on the car door and the other waving at her, "Could you come over and help me move some things?"
Zhao Meimei was mistaken for a temporary worker hired to run errands for the company.
She hung the shopping bag on her arm, walked over, and asked, "Who are you?"
The young woman smiled amicably, "Oh, you must be new here? I haven’t seen you before, I’m a friend of Mr. Shi, is he in?"
Friend?
There was a jolt in Zhao Meimei’s heart, but she remained calm, tilting her head to look closely at the woman, noticing that up close, she wasn’t as pretty. Her face was heavily made up, barely covering faint acne scars.
A company employee happened to come out, seeing the young woman talking to Zhao Meimei, hurriedly greeted her warmly, "Oh! Miss Qian, here again to bring Mr. Shi food?"
Again... bringing food??
This time, Zhao Meimei’s heart wasn’t just jolted but took a heavy blow, as if it clattered to the ground, reverberating.
Miss Qian smiled slightly, "Is Mr. Shi in?"
Employee: "Yes, but a client just arrived; he’s on the second floor discussing matters."
Miss Qian nodded, considerately saying, "You all haven’t eaten either, right? I brought some for all of you."
The employee beamed, "Oh, Miss Qian, you’re so kind, we’re really in your debt. Are there many things? I’ll help you get them."
Miss Qian gave a gentle smile, opened the trunk, and took her to help move things.
Zhao Meimei stared blankly at Miss Qian, her heart suddenly feeling cold and sour, filled with a vague sense of grievance.
She suddenly realized that she didn’t actually know many things about Shi Yang, even if they talked every day on the phone, as if on a hotline. She didn’t really understand Shi Yang’s current work and life.
She reached up and squeezed the pendant hanging over her chest through her clothing, its hard ridges pressing painfully into her fingertips, reminding her of its significance as a token of love, symbolizing her and Shi Yang’s inseparable affection.
Zhao Meimei bit her lip, feeling unhappy, her eyes, seemingly only for breathing, were glued to Miss Qian and the others as they carried a load of things into the company, not even lifting a hand to help.
Miss Qian distributed the food to the people on the first floor, keeping one portion aside. She glanced at Zhao Meimei standing to the side, probably annoyed by her previous lack of social awareness, deliberately omitting her from the group.