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As I thought about this, I couldn't help but smile.
He glanced at me and asked, "Are you busy lately?"
"Yeah, pretty busy," I replied, thinking to myself, Aren't you the boss? Don't you know?
He fell silent for a moment. "I'm leaving next week."
I turned my head sharply. "What?"
He gradually slowed down, the car moving at a snail's pace.
"I'm resigning."
"Why?"
He remained quiet for a long time. "My dad's company is looking to expand into the financial market, and he wants me to help out."
The weight of his words hit me hard, and I couldn't process it immediately.
"My dad has a company that's currently managed by my brother."
"I don't want to work under him, so I only take dividends."
"But this time it's different; I have to take on responsibility."
I stared at him in astonishment.
He chuckled lightly. "Is there a problem?"
"Why do you want to work?" I couldn't help but ask; he really didn't have to.
He laughed again. "It's too boring at home, and if I don't work, my family will think I'm useless, which is quite troublesome."
I nodded in understanding. "Alright then."
I had secretly looked at his resume before. He had studied finance at top universities abroad for both his undergraduate and graduate degrees.
I never expected there was a company at home; truly, appearances can be deceiving.
I lowered my head and said, "Congratulations."
He parked the car by the roadside and let out a long sigh. "Zhong Qi, you are very talented."
Those words sounded like a farewell.
As the car started again, I turned to look out the window, tears quietly sliding down my cheeks.
After getting out of the car, without waiting for him to say anything, I turned and ran.
Not knowing how to say goodbye, I chose not to say anything at all.
After he left his job, no one mentioned him again.
It was as if he had never existed.
He had kept his departure under wraps so well that everyone thought he had simply switched companies.
A few days later, I received a WeChat message from him, inviting me to dinner that evening.
I thought he would invite a whole group of people, but it turned out to be just the two of us.
We sat across from each other; this time, we were no longer colleagues or subordinates, just friends.
I lowered my head and drank, my mind in chaos, unsure of where to start.
"Zhong Qi?"
"I want to ask you something," I interrupted him.
"Sure." He put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and looked at me seriously.
With my head down and gathering courage from the alcohol, I finally said what I had kept hidden for so long:
"Luo Yuanshan, I like you."
As soon as I finished speaking, my face instantly flushed hot, and I almost grabbed my bag to run away.
"Huh?" He looked surprised, leaning forward.
"I like you!" I raised my head and met his gaze directly.
"When did it start?"
"From the very beginning." As soon as the words left my mouth, I suddenly felt much lighter.
He fell silent.
Listening to his breathing, my heart raced, and in the end, I spoke first,
"I'm leaving."
"Wait a minute." He grabbed my arm.
I looked down at his hand holding my arm, and his voice came from above,
"Zhong Qi, I liked you from the start too."
Me: What?! You like me too! This is completely different from what I expected!
I was stunned for a moment before I regained my senses. "Say that again."
Luo Yuanshan's smile grew wider.
"Zhong Qi, I like you. Will you be my girlfriend?"
He pressed my shoulders down to make me sit, continuing,
"Now, we are not colleagues, nor are we in a superior-subordinate relationship; we are equals. You can take your time to consider whether to accept me."
Hearing these words, I truly felt relieved that I hadn't misjudged him.
I hesitated for three seconds before answering, "Okay."
A week later, after some persistent coaxing on my part, he confessed:
At first, he was indeed only attracted to my appearance; giving me oranges was just a way to entice me.
Until that "blind date," when I foolishly helped him fend off drinks and then got angry with him.
At that moment, he thought I was both silly and clever...
It turned out our common ground wasn't just being quiet; we were both visual-oriented.
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