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Su Man's appearance was like a thorn, piercing my heart and causing a dull ache. I began to deliberately keep my distance from Shen Zhi Zhou, limiting our interactions to only necessary work communications and avoiding any unnecessary contact. Whenever I needed to deliver sample proposals, I had my assistant, Xiao Chen, handle it.
Shen Zhi Zhou seemed to sense my withdrawal. On two occasions when we crossed paths in the hallway, his gaze lingered on me with a deeper intensity, as if he wanted to say something but ultimately remained silent, merely nodding coldly before walking past.
This was for the best, I told myself. We were never from the same world; maintaining distance was better for everyone.
However, life has a way of throwing unexpected "surprises" at you just when you decide to give up.
That night, Tang Cube received a large dessert order for a corporate dinner, with high demands and tight deadlines. A few colleagues and I worked overtime until the early hours to barely complete it.
Dragging my exhausted body out of the company building, it was already past one in the morning. The streets were eerily quiet, almost deserted, with very few taxis around. My place was somewhat remote, and by this time, public transport had long ceased operations.
I stood by the roadside, ready to call for a ride on my phone, only to discover… my phone had died and shut off!
I thought to myself: "Just my luck!"
Staring at the dark screen, I felt tears welling up. Great! I had no money and no way to charge my phone; I couldn't get home!
Just as despair settled in while I squatted by the road contemplating whether to find a 24-hour convenience store to charge my phone or simply stay overnight at the office, a pair of glaring headlights approached and stopped right in front of me.
It was that familiar black Maybach.
The window rolled down, revealing none other than Shen Zhi Zhou's face. He seemed to have just returned from some social event; his tie was loosened slightly, and there was a hint of fatigue on his face, though his eyes remained clear.
Upon seeing me squatting by the roadside, he furrowed his brow ever so slightly.
"Get in." His words were once again commanding.
I stared at him in surprise, momentarily taken aback. What was he doing here at this hour?
"Are you coming or not?" He sounded somewhat impatient.
I hesitated for a moment. Although I was still sulking over Su Man's situation, being stranded by the roadside at such an hour made my pride seem trivial.
"…Thank you, President Shen." I opened the door and got inside.
The car still carried that familiar cold aura. He didn't start driving immediately; instead, he reached into the passenger seat and handed me… a power bank.
"Your phone is dead?" he asked.
I took the power bank in surprise. "How did you know?"
He didn’t answer but simply said flatly, "Tell Xiao Chen your address."
Assistant Xiao Chen acknowledged him and started the car.
I plugged in the charging cable and watched the phone screen light up again, feeling a mix of emotions. How did he know my phone was dead? Did he see me staring blankly at the black screen just now? Had he been nearby all along?
"Working late?" he asked again.
"Yeah, an urgent order," I replied softly.
He fell silent again, but this silence felt different from the previous coldness; it seemed to carry a hint of unnoticeable concern.
I stole a glance at him and found that he wasn’t looking at me but gazing out at the fleeting night scenery. The lines of his profile appeared softer in the dim light.
Was he... worried about me?
The thought just emerged before I quickly extinguished it. Don't be foolish, Lin Xiaoran. He’s just passing by, showing a bit of humanitarian spirit.
The car soon arrived at the entrance of my apartment complex. I unplugged the charging cable and returned the power bank to him, sincerely thanking him, "President Shen, thank you so much for tonight, and for this..."
"No need to return it," he interrupted, pointing to the power bank. "Keep it as a spare."
"Ah? But..."
"Get out of the car." He was impatient again, directly issuing an eviction order.
Fine. I had no choice but to take the heavy power bank and step out of the car.
Watching the Maybach disappear into the night, I tightened my grip on the power bank, feeling as if his fingertips' warmth still lingered on it.
My mind was in turmoil.
He could easily ignore me; why did he keep showing up "on the way"? Why give me an umbrella and a power bank? If he really liked Su Man, why do these things that could lead to misunderstandings?
Shen Zhi Zhou, you awkward guy! What do you really want?
Could you stop wearing that cold expression while appearing like a... guardian when I’m at my most vulnerable?
How am I supposed to harden my heart...
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