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After the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Qingqing moved back home.
More than half a year ago, Zhao Bi Group faced a catastrophic crisis. To save the dream of the business empire left by her father, Zhao Shifeng, Zhao Qingqing agreed to Ye Jing's proposal.
A month after their marriage, the crisis at Zhao Bi Group was resolved, and Ye Jing subsequently went abroad for six months. Now that Boss Ye had returned to the country, Zhao Qingqing naturally had no reason to stay away any longer.
Zhao Qingqing's mother passed away early, and her father never remarried, so she never had much concept of married life. Ye Jing was always busy and often disappeared for days at a time, leaving Zhao Qingqing's life largely unchanged. Aside from going to work and coming home, she spent most of her time staying in.
One day, she encountered Xiao Fang from her team who was getting married. The wedding invitations had been distributed to colleagues a few days earlier. Zhao Qingqing was troubled by the recent change in everyone's attitude towards her and momentarily forgot the specific date of the wedding, leaving the carefully chosen gift at home.
Hiding in the restroom, Zhao Qingqing called Boss Ye to see if he could send a driver to deliver the gift to the hotel. On the other end of the line, he was still pondering over it when she could no longer wait; someone outside was looking for her, and everyone was waiting for her to set off together.
After hanging up, Zhao Qingqing thought that if it really came down to it, she would just give more cash as a gift, even though she had put a lot of thought into selecting the original present.
On the minibus, everyone was overly polite to Zhao Qingqing, greeting her with smiles, but no one was willing to sit with her. By now, she was used to this treatment and settled into a corner in the back seat, playing Angry Birds on her phone. Her fingers slid quickly across the screen as if trying to alleviate her inner frustration.
Seeing everyone in front enjoying themselves made Zhao Qingqing feel extremely lonely and melancholic; she even felt a lump in her throat. In an attempt to distract herself, she achieved an unprecedented high score in the game but wore no trace of joy on her face.
When the bus stopped at the hotel entrance, Zhao Qingqing put away her phone and got off with everyone else. Looking up, she spotted Boss Ye's extended Phaeton parked not far away.
Zhao Qingqing thought that it must be the driver delivering the gift; someone certainly worked efficiently. She quickened her pace and jogged over. Just as she approached the car, the door opened, revealing not only the gift she had bought but also—Boss Ye himself!
"Why are you here?" Zhao Qingqing blurted out, her eyes wide with surprise.
"Any objections?" Ye Jing raised an eyebrow, holding a large, flamboyantly wrapped gift box, a hint of a smile dancing in her eyes.
"No," came the quick denial from the other person, who slightly shook their head, though their gaze was evasive.
"That's good. Let's go."
"Are you going in?"
"Any objections?"
"No." Zhao Qingqing thought to herself that it would be strange if she didn't have any!
Though she didn't understand why everyone was gently isolating her, her intuition told her that it likely had something to do with Boss Ye.
However, no one had said she couldn't bring a guest. Zhao Qingqing had already agreed to many of Boss Ye's unreasonable demands, so why not this perfectly legitimate request?
The wedding was warm and inviting, the banquet delicious, and the newlyweds were deeply in love. Zhao Qingqing felt genuinely touched. As soon as she felt emotional, tears began to well up; her skin had always been delicate, and even a little pressure from tissues would leave red marks. Usually, she carried a handkerchief in her bag for wiping her face or sweat, but now she couldn't find it anywhere.
Eventually, it was Boss Ye who handed her a towel. It was made of the same material as her own handkerchief but was a lighter color and carried the faint scent of plum blossoms, which was her favorite.
Zhao Qingqing gratefully accepted it, drying her face before subtly glancing at the small towel in her hand and then at Ye Jing, her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.
At that moment, a plate of garlic broccoli—Zhao Qingqing's favorite—was brought over, but she didn't rush to pick up her chopsticks.
Boss Ye raised an eyebrow, sensing something was off. He asked in a deep voice, "Can that thing satisfy hunger? If so, why don't we just leave now?"
Zhao Qingqing quickly grabbed a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of broccoli, and stuffed it into her mouth. Chewing rapidly, she replied, "No, no. I know you took time out of your busy schedule to come here, but let me finish eating first." As she spoke, her cheeks puffed up with each bite.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "What were you laughing at just now?"
"Was I laughing?" Zhao Qingqing feigned innocence, her eyes darting away as she avoided meeting Boss Ye's gaze.
Boss Ye raised the other eyebrow, his expression clearly questioning her judgment. A hint of dissatisfaction flickered in his eyes.
"You were laughing. I just didn’t expect you to bring such... 'soft' napkins." She had intended to say "feminine," but caught herself at the last moment.
"If I said it was for someone else, what would you think?" Boss Ye seemed to realize he had misspoken and turned his face away. Zhao Qingqing noticed his ears slowly turning pink until they were completely flushed.
Ye, the big boss, was embarrassed.
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