am-books Chapter 133: 125: The Invitation_2
Chapter 133: 125: The Invitation_2
Chapter 133: Chapter 125: The Invitation_2
Zhao Yingjun, standing before him, was wearing a black sweater that accentuated her figure, paired with gray trousers that made her long legs look even straighter and more slender.@@@@
On her feet were the familiar black high heels, which seemed as though they were welded to her feet; Lin Xian had never seen Zhao Yingjun wearing any other shoes.
“Feeling better?” Zhao Yingjun stared at Lin Xian.
“Huh?”
Lin Xian had been eyeing her attire and didn’t understand what she meant.
Zhao Yingjun tilted her chin towards Lin Xian’s waist:
...
“Is your waist feeling better? I saw you looked uncomfortable coming out of the car that night, did you twist it?”
“Yeah.”
Lin Xian nodded:
“I was a bit tense at the time, and I strained my muscles from being so stiff. But it’s much better today; I hardly feel it anymore.”
?
The two staff members at the equipment desk turned their heads, looking at them with confusion.
What kind of terrible conversation is this?
Lin Xian thought about what Elder Sister Juan had said yesterday morning...
She had said that Zhao Yingjun also injured her leg and even went to the hospital. It was there that Brother Wang, while visiting her, discussed the promotion of the secretary.
It made sense, after all, that Bentley convertible had crashed down from the overpass, and if the car was totaled, how could Zhao Yingjun have emerged unscathed?
So he asked:
“How’s your leg? It’s not too bad, I hope?”
“It’s nothing serious, just some soft tissue damage in both knees.” Zhao Yingjun looked down, slightly bending her knees:
“I suppose it’s from the shock inside the car, got hit too hard.”
???
All four staff members in the workroom gaped and stared over!
This—
Are those the kind of words you can just say out loud!?
Just blurt them out in public like that!?
The young lady in charge of serving tea and water immediately blushed, hiding her face with the tray... What are these racy implications!
Soft tissue injuries in the knees!?
Zhao Yingjun noticed the unusual glances. She turned her head to look at everyone:
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing! Nothing at all, President Zhao!”
The head of the recording studio stood up, pointing towards Milk, who had taken off her headphones in the glass room:
“Milk has finished the song, why don’t you listen to it? See if you’re satisfied? If not, we can record it again.”
“Hmm, let Lin Xian listen.”
Zhao Yingjun crossed her arms and looked at Lin Xian:
Now.
His team had grown to more than forty members, but the sheer volume of business still kept everyone extremely busy.
One could only say...
The Rhine Cat was indeed too popular.
The dramatic changes in these two future worlds, which could have possibly erased history, hadn’t stopped the Rhine Cat’s longstanding popularity.
“I am not history.”
Lin Xian lay back in the comfortable master chair, looking at the Rhine Cat Doll placed on his desk:
“You are history.”
Ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling ding-a-ling-a-ling——
As soon as he finished speaking, the landline phone rang.
The caller ID showed it was a short number from Zhao Yingjun’s office.
“Lin Xian, come to my office.”
After picking up the phone, Zhao Yingjun’s voice came through, sounding a bit joyful, as if she were in a good mood.
“Okay.”
Lin Xian hung up the phone.
Looking for him at this time...
Could it be that she wanted to discuss appointing a secretary with him?
The 22nd floor.
Bang.
A muffled sound as the heavy double-layered password door opened in response.
“Come in.”
Zhao Yingjun’s voice came from the intercom.
Lin Xian stepped forward in his leather shoes, walking into the office devoid of any mundane atmosphere.
By now the sun had already sunk into the skyline, the sky was dim, and evening was starting to set in.
The bright lights in Zhao Yingjun’s office contrasted with the oppressive dark clouds over Donghai City outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Lin Xian walked step by step, passing the coffee table and sofa covered with a thin layer of dust, the potted plants with their fallen leaves, to stand in front of Zhao Yingjun’s desk:
“President Zhao, you wanted to see me.”
Zhao Yingjun nodded.
She pushed a dark red foldable piece of cardstock across the table—
Square and proper.
Dark golden patterns.
In the center fold, a seal pressed with fire lacquer!
“This is...” Lin Xian’s eyes widened.
“Congratulations, Lin Xian.”
Zhao Yingjun looked up, smiling faintly at Lin Xian:
“This is your... invitation!”