As we spoke, the elevator arrived.
I quickly stepped out, trying to escape the space alone with him.
He let out an impatient grunt.
I instinctively turned to look at him.
He took a deep breath and finally exploded, "Ding Pengpeng, is this fun for you?"
"You just walked away and vanished without a trace. Is that fun?"
"Do you even know that I..."
He pressed closer, cornering me against the wall.
Anger surged in his dark pupils: "Why didn’t you tell me your family went bankrupt?"
I tried to explain, but before I could say anything, I was interrupted by Liang Qiuyao.
"Ding Pengpeng?"
"Is that really you?"
Liang Qiuyao approached in her red-soled high heels, exuding elegance.
She linked arms with Yikeng, looking surprised: "Long time no see! What are you doing here?"
She looked me up and down, her gaze lingering on my old down jacket: "That jacket... seems to be shedding feathers, huh?"
I glanced down at it dismissively: "It's fine as long as it can be worn."
"You..." She seemed to want to say something but hesitated, then took out a card from her bag. "I have an anonymous bank card here; you can take it and use it."
I refused to accept it. "Thank you, but I don't need it."
She smiled brightly and said, "Although we haven't been very close before, we're all classmates. If you're in trouble, I should help."
"We're all classmates, so there's no need to be so formal."
I shook my head. "Thank you, really, it's not necessary."
"I'm getting married next month. You should come to the wedding."
Liang Qiuyao was taken aback.
She turned to look at Yikeng, who was staring at me in shock.
I calmly looked at them. "The wedding will be in this city; you're welcome to attend."
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A new client has recently come to the company.
It is said that this person is a genius.
He created a system designed for finding people.
Perhaps, it's for his ex-girlfriend.
...
I don't know why, but a wave of unease surged in my heart.
I had just organized the materials and walked to the reception room when I heard Yikeng's voice.
"I'm not very interested in your cooperation proposal."
I pushed the door open and placed the documents on the table.
Upon seeing me, Yikeng's expression turned sharp.
"What are you doing here?"
I maintained my composure. "At work."
The company leader glanced between us, looking intrigued. "You two... have you met before?"
Yikeng seemed dissatisfied with my answer.
But he didn't press further; instead, he coldly stated, "Transfer her to be my assistant, or there's no deal."
The leader quickly agreed, "Of course, no problem at all."
He didn't even give me a chance to object.
Yikeng spent the entire day negotiating with our company leader.
As evening approached and it was almost time to clock out, I stood up, ready to leave on time.
Yikeng blocked my path. "Where are you going?"
I shot him a glance. "Food delivery."
He seemed incredulous. “Food Delivery?”
That day, it happened to be snowing.
The road was slippery, and I slipped, spilling everything I was delivering.
I called the customer, and she scolded me, “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you?”
“I’m sorry, I…”
My palm was scraped and stung painfully.
Yet, I kept apologizing.
Yikeng had somehow appeared behind me. I turned to meet his dark gaze.
He glanced down at the mess on the ground and then at my injured hand, saying in a low voice, “Go wash it off.”
“I’ll help you.”
I picked up the electric bike and shook my head. “I still need to go for Food Delivery.”
He grabbed my handlebars. “Ding Pengpeng, stop messing around, okay?”
“How about this? You sell me your time for tonight.”
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