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Sini turned her head away the moment she met her gaze, standing straight and walking directly towards the cabin door. Mimi, seeing her leave, hurriedly grabbed her bag and followed the figure ahead.
"Sister Sini, let's go first, take your time," Mimi thought only of escaping at that moment, feeling as if the air in this place was suffocating.
"Take good care of her." Sini looked at the figure ahead shrouded in light, helplessly rubbing her aching forehead, waving her hand and sighing.
How could she want to restrict her everywhere, demanding her to conform to rules day after day? Every bit of affection she had was met with Sini's firm refusals and opposition. Each time she voiced her dissent, her throat felt stiff, yet none of her objections were compromises. In Sini's eyes, Shuning had already reached a challenging position in this profession. They both remembered the sacrifices and hardships along the way; she didn’t want to disrupt this hard-won situation or let all their efforts become a thing of the past.
She vaguely recalled a time after handling a public relations crisis when she reviewed everything in her office. Shuning came into her office, standing in front of her desk without speaking. At that moment, Sini thought it was just the aftermath of the crisis that had upset her. As she was about to walk around the desk to comfort her, Shuning spoke up, and Sini still clearly remembered what she said, along with her expression and tone.
"Sister Ning, I want to rest." Her expression was very calm, as if telling her, "I've already eaten." What was Sini's reaction back then? Oh, she remembered deliberately misinterpreting Shuning's meaning, gently touching her arm and saying, "Alright, let's postpone the upcoming shoot for now. You should take some time to rest and adjust before working again. You’ve been wronged this time; everyone knows it. Taking a break will be understood by all sides; it will seem reasonable to the outside world." She thought deeply about it and still regarded it as a work arrangement.
However, Shuning gently brushed off her hand, looking directly at her and breaking through Sini's carefully hidden thoughts.
"You know that's not what I mean."
At that moment, Sini found it hard to maintain a composed expression and reprimanded her directly. "Then what do you mean? Let me make it clear: whatever else you might mean here can only be my meaning. Don’t think that because you've achieved some success you can speak carelessly. Your current achievements are not solely your own; they are the result of the entire company and team working tirelessly day and night. You don’t have that much power yet; you don’t have the right to easily decide its fate.
He Shuning, remember this: you don’t even have the qualification to be selfish."
What expression did she have back then? What tone did she use? It must have been like something out of a drama—eyes bloodshot, sharp like a knife meant for killing. Her tone couldn’t hide its hurtfulness because she looked directly into Shuning's eyes and clearly saw a layer of mist forming there. The reflection of herself in Shuning's pupils trembled.
Then Shuning smiled lightly and said, "Okay, I understand."
Then, the door opened and closed again, and she walked away.
After that, she never spoke the same words again.
She walked better and better, becoming increasingly calm.
"Sister Ning, what do you want to eat tonight?" Mimi hurriedly caught up with her figure, tilting her head and asking excitedly.
"I'll eat whatever you make." She wore sunglasses, but it seemed like Mimi could see her curved eyes beneath them.
"Well, let's make rice noodles then."
"Sure."
"But we can't make spicy rice noodles; let's make sour soup rice noodles instead, okay?" Mimi remembered what was mentioned on the plane earlier.
"That's fine; anything is good." She readily agreed, smiling as she extended her hand to the little girl beside her. With the affirmative response, Mimi brightened up and placed her handbag on the open palm.
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