Chapter 104
For Jian Shiwu, this was undoubtedly
something that was very difficult to digest. He knew very little about Ji
company, and had tried to ask around from his parents in the past, but the
result was that Jian Zicheng and the others always gave him a perfunctory
response with the attitude of “don't worry about adults' business” which led
him to look at the Ji's news only from the financial side, but only a few
strokes, which had little effect.
He could have guessed that the water was
not shallow for such a large company, but he could not have expected it to be
so deep. He had thought that Shen Cheng's pressure and burden was only to keep
the whole company running, but now he thought he had taken it for granted.
"Is it really... Gu Duan?"
Su Yuluo looked down at him, "Why do
you have a look of hurt."
Jian Shiwu choked.
"According to reason, your contact
with this company is only modest, and you are not one of the two parties, so
why did you react so violently when you found out that Gu Duan was from the
Tang Party." Su Yuluo smiled and said, "After all, you are still
being led by him, you should be on the same line as him, shouldn't you?"
"......"
Jian Shiwu had a heart attack.
He wasn't going to get on the same page as
Donald.
But he didn't have time to react as he was
already in the corridor and the cameraman was following him again, so there was
no more time to talk. Jian Shiwu was not the kind of person who would bring his
personal emotions into his work, Gu Duan had given him the job of collecting
information, whether the two were on different sides now or not, he had to do
his job properly.
Jian Shiwu probably had almost finished
sorting it out before taking it to Gu Duan, knocked on the door and spoke respectfully,
"Sir, I've finished sorting out all the information."
Gu Duan crossed his legs and casually said
"hmmm”.
The office had only been tidied up in the
morning, and now there was a mess on the table, and there were even cigarette
butts, this man was the design director of the project team, but if one didn't
know, they’d have thought he was a bandit.
Jian Shiwu inwardly lamented, "Is
there anything else I should do?"
Gu Duan was looking at the documents in his
hand, waved at him and said, "Come here, translate these for me."
In fact, Jian Shiwu's own English was not
very good, but Gu Duan's was even worse than his, so the difficulty of
translation was low, a simple direct translation was all that was needed.
Even if his academic qualifications belong
to the bottom of the chain of contempt in Ji company, but why does Gu Duan who
seems to be worse than his own academic performance can sit in this position?
Is
it related to the Tang Party?
Is it possible that all of Donald's people
don't need to have their education looked at?
He was lost in thought when he heard a
scolding voice in his ear, "What are you doing?"
Jian shuddered, startled, and looked up to
meet Gu Duan's unkind gaze.
"I'm sorry." He honestly admitted
his mistake.
Because of the translation work, the two of
them were a little closer together, and Jian Shiwu always had a fragrant milk
fragrance on his body. When he raised his face, the small fair face was also
soft. When those round black eyes looked at him, it was as if some small animal
was staring innocently at him.
Gu Duan swallowed the scolding that was on
his lips. He leaned back, half reclining in his chair, and craned his neck in
discomfort: "You can give me a separate version of the translation of that
just now."
Jane Shiwu: "Okay."
He looked at Gu Duan as he was always
rubbing his neck and asked, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Gu Duan blurted out, "Mm."
"Did you not sleep well last night,
why don't I give you a massage?" Jian Shiwu said as soon as he sorted out
the information, "I used to give my parents a massage at home too."
Gu Duan closed his eyes uncomfortably and tried
to sleep: "It's an old problem."
Jian Shiwu also wanted to quiz about the
Tang Party, the best way is to get closer to Gu Duan closer, maybe he could
know more. So seeing the man did not really refuse, he put the documents aside
to come over to help him rub his shoulders.
Through the shirt, he could feel the man's muscles
were very hard and tense, this generally meant two kinds of conditions, either it
is from constant fitness, or not very good health.
After pressing for a session, Gu Duan
loosened his brow, "Your hands are still really okay."
"Yeah." Jian had a little brag,
"If I lost my job in the future, opening a massage parlour wouldn't be bad
business."
Gu Duan stifled a laugh: "Just like
you, it's good to be sold and not count the money kid."
Cut!
You sound like you're so awesoms.
Jian Shiwu rolled his eyes where he
couldn't see, but also because of Gu Duan's movement problem, he vaguely saw
the wounds on this man's back, all of them were some old wounds, but the scars
left were very gruesome. Jian Shiwu was short of knowledge, and couldn't tell
how these were left, but he was sure that these were not ordinary bruises, some
of these wounds were deep enough leave such big scars.
Gu Duan felt his pause: "What are you
staring at."
Jane Shiwu: "Nothing....."
"You saw them?" Gu Duan reached
for a cigarette, lit a root and said lazily, "Spooked?"
Jian Shiwu took the opportunity to inquire
and said, "How did you get them?"
"Just came that way."
"Do your job." Gu Duan snorted,
he spat a circle of smoke at Jian Shiwu, his red hair flared, and his face was
indifferent: "Mind your own fucking business."
Jian Shiwu choked for a moment.
He was caught off guard by the smoke, his
lungs were uncomfortable, he coughed uncontrollably, his face was red, his eyes
were red, he glared at Gu Duan, very fierce.
Just when Gu Duan thought this little
rabbit was going to scold someone.
Standing straight, Jian Shiwu rolled up his
sleeves and continued to press, not knowing which acupuncture point on Gu
Duan's back was pressed, the man who was smoking a cigarette was shaken by the
sudden onslaught of soreness, and his cigarette fell off his leg.
Gu Duan: "Holy shit ......"
Jian Shiwu looked down at him with great
concern, his small white face full of concern: "It's alright, I'm helping
you to clear the circulation in your body, a person who is in good health will
be fine, it won't hurt a lot, you can't stand it?"
No man would admit that he couldn't.
Gu Duan's face turned blue, the little
rabbit in front of him seemed to have evolved into a black rabbit, gloating was
written all over his eyes, the man gritted his teeth, "Not bad for unblocking,
my neck is already fine, don't press it."
Jian Shiwu smiled: "Next time, ask me
again ha."
Gu Duan could not wait to kick him in the
feet.
The smile on Jian Shiwu's face only slowly
disappeared when he came out of the office with the information in his arms. He
felt that he was really too naive, whether it was Gu Duan, the seemingly
unpredictable Su Yuluo, his parents who were hiding everything from him, or
Shen Cheng who kept his mouth shut, he was like a stupid person who knew
nothing, foolishly living in what he thought was the Garden of Eden.
If Donald was really that powerful, Shen
Cheng's situation should have been very difficult back then, Ji Yuan Sheng was
in a coma, there were major shareholders and opposing families eyeing like
tigers, and then there was the ambitious Tang family who was pressing step by
step. And that year, Shen Cheng had just finished the college entrance
examination.
Shen Cheng went to the United States with a
different kind of mood.
And, why did Shen Cheng never mention a
word to him, either because he didn't trust him, or he felt that he was useless.
It was obviously an equal relationship, why didn't he say a word.
...
Because he was depressed all day, Jian Shi
didn't contact anyone after get off work. He put on a mask and a hat, took the
subway and strolled around a small street. It was very lively here, with street
stalls everywhere. There are some small businesses shouting offers.
He was looking at them when the mobile
phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Shen Cheng calling
and picked it up: "Hello."
Shen Cheng's voice came from the other end
of the line, "Where are you."
"I'm outside, what's wrong?"
There was silence on the other end of the
line for a moment.
Then Shen Cheng said, "Aren't you
going to send me a message after getting off work?"
"Huh?"
When had they ever agreed to this sort of thing.
Then he heard the usual commanding, calm
and collected male voice on the other end of the line: "We haven't seen
each other all day today."
Jian Shiwu was flabbergasted.
The crowd was raging, but the depression
that had been hovering in his chest had somehow dissipated, and he arched his
eyebrows and whispered, "Did you miss me?"
There wasn’t a squeak on the other end of
the line.
Mr. Shen's pride prevented him from nodding
his head in such a hopeless manner.
Jian Shiwu laughed out loud as he said,
"I'll send you the address, come over if you get off work early
today."
Shen Cheng will answer quickly: "Wait
for me."
A call is not a big deal, but just hearing the
other's voice will make him get in a better mood. Jian Shiwu then put away the
phone with a new mind-set, even if he didn’t know Shen Cheng for the time
being, it didn’t matter, they still have a life time, everything will come in
time, right?
......
Two hours later
The Bentley's back row was piled up with
bits and pieces of knick-knacks, the back compartment also had quite a few
snacks and toys. The usually very serious, Ji's CEO's special business car had
was a faint smell of street spicy hotpot. Jian Shiwu ate and drank enough, and
was now playing with the braided rope in his hand.
Shen Cheng told him to sit back, "Put
on your seat belt."
Because it was a private itinerary,
Secretary Wang did not follow and Shen Cheng was the driver. Jian Shiwu sat in
the co-pilot lazily without shape, and his slender fingers were still weaving
flower ropes. Recently at the Chrysanthemum Festival, there is the habit of
wearing ropes, but generally children or those couples who are in love like to
wear them.
Jian Shiwu did it for the first time, and
the compilation was crooked. He asked Shen Cheng, "How is it?"
Shen Cheng looked at it for a while and
gave his opinion: "Ugly."
"......"
His self-confidence was dealt a blow.
Jian Shiwu bristled, huffing and pouting as
he retrieved the flower rope and whispered to him, "No taste."
Just in time for the traffic lights, Shen
Cheng gave him a sideways glance: "I have bad taste?"
Jian Shiwu was upset, and gave a soft hum
in reply.
Shen Cheng's dark eyes seemed to glide over
with a smirk, the man's voice with a touch of mischief: "Are you
belittling yourself."
Jian Shiwu didn’t move for a while, his
clumsy little brain slowed down as it took a while to understand what it meant,
a sense of embarrassment filled his heart, and he wanted to put the flower rope
away: "If you dislike it, forget it."
Shen Cheng raised an eyebrow
noncommittally, "Angry?"
Jian Shiwu took the snacks from the back
seat and opened the bag to eat, his mouth bulging with food, ignoring him.
Shen Cheng stretched out his arm and took
the flower rope, he looked at it and put it next to him.
Jian Shiwu was startled.
The red light passed, the man started the
car and saw the snacker next to him staring, and slowly spoke: "Isn't it
for me, I kept it."
Jian Shiwu seized the opportunity:
"Don't you think it’s too ugly?
"I can't help it."
The corners of Shen Cheng's mouth were
slightly hooked as he spoke slowly and deliberately, “Who made me have poor
taste."
Day Two
At lunchtime in the cafeteria, Jian Shiwu
followed a few of the interns to eat together, it was the only time they could
have the time to chat and exchange a bit of gossip with each other.
Sun Liman is worthy of being on the front
line of eating melons: "Hey, have you heard? I heard someone say this
morning that our President Shen has a red flower rope on his wrist!"
This thing is the same as the leather band
that is popular on the internet now.
Su Yuluo was worthy of the village network,
puzzled: "What"
Jin Zhe looked at Jian Shiwu with a
meaningful gaze and explained, "Stupid ah, it means, there is something up
with Mr. Shen."
Su Yuluo ate with his head down and said,
"This kind of rope will be tied from home. It is also a custom at the Chrysanthemum
Festival."
Jian Shiwu was looking very guilty, and he
responded as he drank his soup, "Yeah, the family will tie it and you can
buy it on the roadside."
Sun Liman smiled and said: "What do
you know, that thing is not an ordinary style, but a mandarin duck chain woven
with flowers. It looks like it was made by the little lover himself, but I just
don't know where the other pair is."
Jian’s movements gave a pause, and he
almost choked on his soup, holding his face red.
Sun Liman said, "Is everything
okay?"
"It's fine."
He calmed down and tried hard not to be
seen. He moved his legs a little uneasily, but he didn't dare to say anything,
the so-called other half of the flower rope was tied to his ankle.
Sun Liman sighed a sentence: "This is
a mess, today the company estimates that half of the young boys and girls will
lose their love."
Jian Shiwu was too weak to look up.
Jin Zhe smiled and said, "That can't
be helped, those who capable get the best."
"That's true." Sun Liman made a "tsk" sound: "But I heard, that flower rope
braided was quite ugly, I say, my eight-year-old niece braids better than that,
such a hand chain, Mr. Shen's taste is really unique ah!"
“And, why did Shen Cheng never mention a word to him, either because he didn't trust him, or he felt that he was useless. It was obviously an equal relationship, why didn't he say a word.”
ReplyDeleteWahhh the author really surprises me. It’s like Shiwu has forgotten that they parted on a frustrating note 4years ago because of he was too immersed in what happened in his past life that he reacted to Cheng in a weird and fearful manner.
And if he had told you what was going on what would you have done anyways😏 this Mary Sue halo is getting annoying
As if he trust SC too right. He's getting annoying actually, everyone baby him and he was saying he has hardship lol
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