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Fortunately, he didn’t say anything.
After work, I grabbed my bag and left. I didn’t know how to face him. For a long time after that, I avoided being alone with him; I was afraid it would be too obvious.
In August, Luo Yuanshan was promoted to Director. There had been rumors around the office for a while, but the day still came as a surprise.
In the morning, when I saw the notice about his promotion, I was momentarily taken aback. He had become Director and was now also overseeing the neighboring department, which meant we would have even less interaction.
Everyone congratulated him with smiles, calling him "Luo Yuanshan." Only I instinctively called out, “Brother Shan.”
In the afternoon, we helped him move his things into his new single office upstairs.
That evening, he treated us to dinner, and everyone joked about how we should really treat him to a feast. At the table, we drank quite a bit, and I joined in with a few glasses myself.
After leaving the restaurant, he called for a designated driver and said he wanted to see us off. Everyone declined; after all, he was now our leader.
Once everyone had left, we stood under the streetlight, and the atmosphere felt a bit awkward.
I spoke first: “Luo Yuanshan, I’ll head out now.”
A flicker of displeasure crossed his face as he replied impatiently, “Even you too?”
I was taken aback: “Huh?”
He looked straight at me without saying a word, and I understood what he meant. But that’s how it is in the workplace; after all, he was now Luo Yuanshan.
“I’ll give you a ride.”
He sighed and turned to watch the car slowly approach.
I nodded: “Thank you.”
"You're welcome."
His tone was not very pleasant, and it was the first time I had seen him so emotionally stirred.
Feeling a bit wronged by his harshness, I sat beside him in the back seat as the driver navigated the road. The atmosphere was tense, and I turned to look out the window.
After a while, I caught a glimpse of him looking out as well through the rearview mirror. The driver seemed to sense the awkwardness and glanced at us several times in the mirror. When our eyes met, he gave an awkward smile.
Once we arrived at my building, I got out of the car with him.
"Zhong Qi."
I turned to face him, the night air making me feel emotional, and I suddenly wanted to cry.
"What's wrong?"
I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. He took a deep breath and remained silent for a long moment.
When I looked up, our eyes met, and my nose tinged with sadness as feelings of grievance welled up inside me.
"I'm sorry, my tone was a bit harsh just now," he said softly.
I replied with words that didn't match my heart, "It's fine."
"Zhong Qi."
He called my name again, and I looked at him. He said nothing more, but after a moment of eye contact, he sighed gently and said, "Go upstairs."
I nodded slightly, "Goodbye."
After a moment, he replied with a quiet "goodbye."
As I turned to go upstairs, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
I whispered to myself, "Luo Yuanshan, goodbye."
Last year, I passed two CPA exams, and this year I registered for two more. With the exams approaching, I studied day and night, feeling as if my soul had been lost.
One evening after work, I ran into him in the elevator. He was dressed in a black wool coat, looking vibrant and full of life. Meanwhile, I felt like a stray dog, dejected and lifeless. In that moment, I truly wished he hadn’t seen me.
“Zhong Qi?”
I turned my head. “Luo Yuanshan, hello.”
He stepped closer to me. “Let’s walk together.”
I declined politely. “Thank you, Luo Yuanshan, but no need.”
Although there was no one else in the elevator, there were plenty of people outside the building, and I didn’t want to risk any gossip.
He nodded slightly. “Okay.”
When we reached the first floor, I exited the elevator. He went to get his car, and as he came out, I waved goodbye. “Luo Yuanshan, see you.”
He didn’t respond to me.
Standing at the bus stop, I couldn’t help but reflect on how vast the differences between people could be. Just then, a black sedan slowly pulled up in front of me.
Noticing the expensive logo on the car, I realized it wasn’t someone I knew. Curiously tilting my head to look inside, the window gradually rolled down—it was him.
He had gotten a new car.
Without saying a word, I hurriedly got into the car to avoid being seen by others.
This scene reminds me of the affairs depicted in television dramas.
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