Su Zhinian pulled out a box that was wrapped in red paper. He pushed it toward Cheng Qingchong.
“On the 9th next month, have someone sent this present to Beijing Hotel…”
Su Zhinian paused before completing his order. “…for her wedding.”
Su Zhinian did not wait for Cheng Qingchong to reply as he continued to pull out a thick red envelope from the drawer. The envelope was almost bursting at the seams. “And this.”
Cheng Qingchong stared at the present and the red envelope before raising her eyes to do something she had not done in her life before, to inquire about Su Zhinian’s personal life. “CEO Su, you’re not going to attend Miss Song’s wedding?”
“Hmm…” If this was the old Su Zhinian, that would have been the end of the conversation, but today he was surprisingly talkative. “…I will be leaving for American in a few weeks to negotiate a new cooperation deal over there. It unfortunately will cut into the date of her wedding, so I will need you to represent me.”
Big Boss is using business as an excuse, right? No man in this world would have the courage to see the woman he loves walk down the aisle with some other man…
Cheng Qingchong lowered her gaze to hide the heartache at the bottom of her eyes. She nodded lightly and promised, “CEO Su, I understand.”
After a slight pause, Cheng Qingchong asked, “The present and red envelope, do you want me to leave them with you for now or…”
“Take them with you,” Su Zhinian replied.
“Yes.”
“That’s all. Go home to rest now.”
“Goodbye, CEO Su,” Cheng Qingchong picked up the stuff from the table and turned to leave. When she exited his office, she heard something that gave her the shock of her life. Su Zhinian replied, “Goodbye.”
…
When Cheng Qingchong reached her home, she put the stuff Su Zhinian wanted her to give Song Qingchun carefully into her cupboard. After locking them, she went searching for her phone to make a note lest she forgot about it. She then realized she must have left her phone at the company breakroom when she was making the cup of tea.
Cheng Qingchong changed back into her formal attire and returned to ST Empire. The whole building was quiet. Cheng Qingchong took the elevator to her floor and was shocked to realize the lights in Su Zhinian’s office were still on.
Big Boss is still at work?
When Cheng Qingchong left her home, she had changed her heels for a more comfortable pair of running shoes. Other than comfort, they also did not make much noise. Cheng Qingchong snuck her way to Su Zhinian’s office door soundlessly. She was about to knock on the door when, through the sliver that she had accidentally left open when she left, she saw a Su Zhinian who had one of his hands on his forehead with his head lowered, weeping with his voice muffled.
On his table were different kinds of presents. Other than the jewelry set he had bought at Hong Kong the year before, Cheng Qingchong had seen some of the presents, and others she was completely unfamiliar with.
However, she knew those were all from that drawer.
Su Zhinian was too occupied in his misery to notice her presence. She could clearly see that his other hand that was left on the table was holding a glistening wedding ring.
His hand on his forehead slowly slid down to cover his eyes, and tears slowly seeped through his fingers.
Cheng Qingchong saw this, and her tears also started to flow uncontrollably.