amaotonovel Chapter 912 An Employee Who Doesn't Want a Secret Relationship (7)
Chapter 912 An Employee Who Doesn't Want a Secret Relationship (7)
Qin Zhi put his glasses back on, and the harshness that had always lingered in his eyes faded somewhat.
“I have reflected on your accusation last time. Perhaps my attitude towards that newcomer caused you to misunderstand. I did not do well in this regard, but I assure you that I had no other intentions.”
“But you took it so seriously and thought so badly of me, which made me very unhappy.”
Mu Zhou was genuinely amused by what he saw as words of self-reflection.
"You know perfectly well whether you have other intentions or not, you don't need to explain to me."
Qin Zhi slowly frowned.
Does she mean she doesn't believe him?
"What exactly do you want me to do..."
Before he could finish speaking, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open.
Qin Zhi immediately shut up, looking at the newcomer with annoyance.
Jiang Qian barged in and was taken aback when she saw Mu Zhou and Qin Zhi.
Although the two were not standing close together, the atmosphere was strangely awkward.
Jiang Qian instinctively felt that something was wrong.
This is somewhat unlike how President Qin usually interacts with his subordinates.
Although President Qin's expression was as bad as ever, it wasn't the kind of cold and harsh look.
She couldn't explain it; it always seemed strange.
Jiang Qian spoke in a daze:
"President Qin, Manager Mu, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were here. I'll be right out."
"You don't have to leave."
Mu Zhou called out to her, then said to Qin Zhi:
"Mr. Qin, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now. I won't disturb you any longer."
Her gaze swept over Jiang Qian meaningfully.
It was as if it was mocking the hypocrisy of his previous explanations.
Qin Zhi felt a tightness in his chest, and was inexplicably angry.
So when Jiang Qian approached shyly, he didn't even glance at her before striding away.
Jiang Qian looked at the empty office and felt a sense of emptiness in her heart.
*
Mu Zhou has been "harassing" Shen Congjing at regular intervals during this period.
I greet you good morning and good night every day, remind you to bring an umbrella when it rains, and remind you to dress warmly when it's windy.
It seems like they're just talking and haven't done anything, yet they're incredibly noticeable.
It's like an artificial intelligence (AI).
[Teacher Shen, the weather has been dry lately. You could drink some chrysanthemum tea to reduce internal heat, soothe dryness, improve eyesight, and relieve fatigue. No matter how busy you are at work, please take care of your health. Also, pears, white fungus, and lilies are all good for moisturizing. If you'd like, I'm very good at making white fungus and lily soup.]
Shen Congjing was looking at the caring message Mu Zhou sent him when he immediately received a greeting advertisement from a real estate agent.
[Mr. Shen, the weather has been dry lately. You could try some chrysanthemum tea to cool down, soothe dryness, improve eyesight, and relieve fatigue. No matter how busy you are, please take care of your health. Also, pears, white fungus, and lilies are all good for moisturizing. The sales office has prepared white fungus and lily soup, and we look forward to welcoming you anytime, Mr. Shen.]
The almost identical expressions of concern instantly brought back memories.
She wasn't like an AI; she genuinely "again" referenced other salespeople's mass-sent greeting messages.
Or rather, it wasn't a reference, but a direct copy and paste.
She does know to change her wording.
Shen Congjing was so angry he laughed.
Is he really that easy to fool?
A moment later, Shen Congjing gritted his teeth and replied to Mu Zhou.
Okay, thank you.
He could almost picture Mu Zhou staring wide-eyed at the screen, completely at a loss, on the other end of the phone.
After all, she had simply copied a sales pitch and only wanted to offer a cheap greeting and show concern.
Unlike a real estate sales office, they actually prepared white fungus and lily bulb soup.
Maybe she doesn't even know how to do it.
The "The other party is typing..." status remained at the top of the chat box, but Shen Congjing never received a message.
Thinking of the usually clever Mu Zhou's flustered and hesitant manner, Shen Congjing couldn't help but smile.
He was curious how she, with her quick wit and ability to flatter, would respond.
A hint of interest flickered in Shen Congjing's eyes. He stared intently at his phone, not finding it boring at all.
Three minutes later, he finally received her message.
[Wow, it's my honor that Teacher Shen wants to try my white fungus and lily bulb soup! My hometown is a major white fungus producing area, so the quality is the freshest and most authentic. Nothing you buy elsewhere is as good as the kind from my hometown. My family just sent me some today, and I'll make it for Teacher Shen as soon as I receive it. Stay tuned!]
After giving him a long explanation that she couldn't cook for him today, she immediately changed the subject without giving him a chance to react:
[By the way, how was the pumpkin cream of mushroom soup you made last time? I made some more today. Would you like to try it as dessert, Professor Shen?]
Shen Congjing looked at her convoluted explanation, which must have taken a lot of brainpower.
He didn't expose him, and said:
That would be troublesome.
About an hour later, Mu Zhou appeared at the Chongzheng Games Company building.
It's the weekend, and Mu Zhou came from home.
So today, unusually, she didn't wear business attire, but instead wore a pink princess-style dress.
Her French-style curly hair fell casually over her shoulders, making her look charming and radiant.
Not many people work overtime at Chongzheng Games on weekends, so Mu Zhou's appearance did not attract much attention.
She got off the elevator, and her assistant was waiting there to guide her to the office.
As the office door closed, the assistant suppressed the astonishment in his eyes.
Sure enough, this Manager Mu was somewhat unusual to President Shen.
*
When the door was pushed open, Shen Congjing knew it was Mu Zhou.
He didn't look up, but continued looking at the documents in his hands.
He only looked up casually when the person had already walked up to his desk.
In an instant, a strange dark light flashed in his cold eyes.
This was a side of her that Shen Congjing had never seen before.
In every previous meeting, she exuded a strong sense of professionalism.
Calm, composed, professional, and occasionally a little shrewd—all these qualities indicate that she is an excellent worker.
But at this moment, she is more like a young girl in her prime, carefree and full of vitality.
Thinking about it carefully, she really isn't that old.
As it should be.
Shen Congjing calmly withdrew his gaze.
"Could you please make this trip?"
"No trouble at all, I'm overjoyed to be able to meet my idol up close."
Shen Congjing no longer believed a single word of her unsolicited flattery.
Even so, he was still pleased to see her bright, clear eyes when she looked at him.
My mood improved a bit.
I also forgot to hold her accountable for copying the sales pitches from real estate agents.
Shen Congjing's gaze fell on the small lunchbox that Mu Zhou was carrying.
This time it comes in a navy blue canvas package with a little butterfly design, and the lunchbox inside is equally exquisite and unique.
Where did she buy these little things?
Mu Zhou took out the pumpkin cream of mushroom soup, smiled, and winked.
"Did Teacher Shen try to recreate it after drinking it last time?"
Shen Congjing felt a pang of guilt and lowered his eyes to avoid her gaze.
He did try it himself.
Mu Zhou chuckled knowingly, a hint of smugness in his expression:
"It didn't work, right? Because I added a magic potion, a secret recipe, you know."
Mu Zhou pulled over a chair and sat down in front of him.