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On Monday morning, I woke up and didn't see Xiao Minxing.
I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, but I also felt a sense of emptiness.
The house felt big with just the two of us living in it; it even echoed at times, and being alone made it even more pronounced.
After eating a bit of breakfast, I realized I had nowhere to go. Mina had to work on Monday, and I was broke, unable to go shopping or visit places that required spending money. I couldn't just drive around aimlessly either.
As I was lost in thought, my phone suddenly rang.
I hurried over to answer it, but when I saw the number on the screen, my mood plummeted.
It was Xiao Minxing.
Wasn't he supposed to be at work right now? Why was he calling me? Did he come up with another way to torment me? Or was he still upset and wanted to yell at me over the phone, not letting me have any peace?
The ringtone stubbornly continued, as if he would keep calling until dark if I didn't pick up.
It was better to avoid a direct confrontation with such a tyrant. I obediently pressed the answer button, not daring to bring the receiver too close to my ear.
"I have a document on my desk in my room. Bring it to me," his voice came through low and magnetic, carrying an underlying sense of strength. Although there was still no emotion in his tone, each note sounded like a cello's melody—only the player was too poor, making it sound stiff.
After hanging up the phone, I ran upstairs.
His room door was open, and the light blue leather document was placed prominently in the corner of the table, so I picked it up and walked outside.
On the way, I thought it was strange. With Xiao Minxing's working style, he usually wouldn't make such a mistake. He was meticulous in his work, considering every aspect whether in business or personal matters. His life could be described as perfect, except for me.
Even if he did forget something, he would have his assistant come to get it. Why would he specifically ask me to deliver it?
To be honest, since we got married, I had never been to his company. Although I had heard from many people that it was huge—bigger than I could imagine—I didn't dare to go without Xiao Minxing saying anything.
So I had to rely on the car's navigation system to find my way.
At Ocean City Center, in a skyscraper.
The receptionist politely stopped me, saying that I didn't have an appointment and she hadn't received any instructions from Xiao Minxing, so she couldn't let me in. I could only wait for her to report up before there would be any results.
I felt a surge of frustration and called Xiao Minxing, but he didn't answer.
With no other options, I followed the receptionist's instructions and entered a nearby reception room, waiting for her to report layer by layer.
This place was truly vast; even a reception room was decorated as if hosting state-level guests.
While I was still marveling at it, the door was pushed open again, and a handsome man with a refined demeanor appeared at the entrance, looking slightly surprised.
Seeing his work badge, he should be from Xiao Minxing's company. However, since he didn't know my purpose for being there, he politely asked, "Miss, are you waiting for someone?"
I nodded and said "mm," then looked at him without knowing why.
He glanced around the room and said, "This Reception Room will be in use soon. Could you wait in another room?"
It didn't matter to me where I was, so I followed him out and turned into a nearby room.
The man was very polite and courteous, speaking in a moderate tone, which gave a particularly good impression. I wanted to ask him how I could see Xiao Minxing as soon as possible.
He seemed willing to share everything: "Xiao Zong is currently in a meeting. I'll check upstairs later, and if he comes out, I'll take you up."
"No need, do you have nothing else to do?"
Before I could respond, a hard voice interrupted.
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