Chapter 1114: Chapter 21 Going Home_2

“A day has been eased, indeed it’s about time. Do you need any help, Lin Xian? I will go to MX Company now to check what tasks President Zhao has assigned to the department, and find out the exact timing for you!”

…

Evening.

Night falls.

Many workers have already returned home and are enjoying hot meals.

However, in MX Company, on the 22nd floor, the President’s office is still brightly lit.

“These, these, and here…”

Zhao Yingjun, with her left palm supporting her tired face, drew three circles on the report brought by the marketing department:

“These are the places I just mentioned, you need to revise them again after going back. The times are progressing, two years have passed, Rhein Brand cannot only rely on its laurels, it needs to keep up with the times.”

“Especially the marketing department, they need to follow the trends and fashion, including hot topics on the internet, trends, and public attention… The world is changing rapidly, things come and go fast, and something could be outdated in just two or three months, so we must always stay sensitive.”

“Yes!”

The marketing department head takes the edited report and nods.

“You can go now.”

Zhao Yingjun, holding a signing pen, gestured:

“After you leave, let the next department head come in.”

“Uh…”

The marketing department head shows a troubled expression, looking at Zhao Yingjun:

“President Zhao.”

She raises her head:

“I am the last one… there are no more departments after me.”

“Ah, I see.”

Zhao Yingjun puts down the signing pen and squeezes out a slight smile.

For the first time today, she turns around to look at the dark night outside.

So.

It is already so late.

“Then, let’s call it a day.”

Zhao Yingjun looks at the marketing department head:

“You can leave first, I still have some work to handle here.”

“Okay, President Zhao, take care of your health!”

Afterward.

The marketing department head leaves the office.

Bang.

The thick double password door closes.

The vast office is silent and empty for the first time today.

Zhao Yingjun blankly stares at the massive space.

In front of her, it seems still bustling like in the daytime with people coming and going;

By her ears, voices speaking one after another still linger.

But now.

All is silent.

Outside the bright windows of the office, as if the daylight prevails, there lies the night as dark and thick as the sea.

Seems like it is all pressing down.

Filling up the office.

She suddenly feels a bit uncomfortable.

Feels…

As if a flood is about to surge from within her heart.

Her body turns cold.

Hoping there could be some noise, some movement.

Zi la–

She tears a piece of paper from the notebook, crumples it, and throws it towards the far-off coffee table.

“Trash! Trash! Detected trash!”

The cleaning robot VV, nesting in the corner of the wall, dashes towards the paper wad like a hungry wolf, its indicator lights flashing, rushing insanely.

Gulu gulu.

The brush swiftly sweeps, swallowing small paper balls into its belly.

Oh.

Zhao Yingjun reveals a smile that is not quite a smile. Each time, this silly robotic vacuum cleaner manages to make her laugh, even when she doesn’t want to.

Her smile is fleeting.

Zi la–

She tears off another piece of paper, crumples it into a ball, and throws it toward the office door further away.

“Trash! Trash! Trash detected!”

The robotic vacuum cleaner VV starts up again, rushing headlong.

Click.

A crisp sound as the office door unlocks from the outside.

A tall figure steps in, stepping on the little paper ball.

The robotic vacuum cleaner freezes.

As if it has crashed.

Suddenly!

“Trash! Trash! Trash detected!”

Its volume seems much louder, with unprecedented force and speed it crashes into Lin Xian’s ankle–

“Ouch!”

This time it really hurts, Lin Xian can’t help but grimace in pain.

“Lin Xian?”

Zhao Yingjun blinks, looking at the man rubbing his ankle:

“You… Why are you here?”

She watches as the robotic vacuum cleaner swallows the paper ball, standing there puzzled:

“Why does this vacuum cleaner always hit you?”

“Heh heh.”

Lin Xian smiles slightly, shaking his head:

“It might be complaining about me, or urging me, probably.”

Standing up straight.

Lin Xian looks at Zhao Yingjun on the other side of the office:

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Not yet.”

Zhao Yingjun replies softly:

“I don’t have much of an appetite, don’t really feel like eating.”

“Then… do you want to go out for a stroll?”

Lin Xian points to the neon lights gradually lighting up outside the window:

“I bought a car; want to go for a ride?”

Zhao Yingjun sighs, crossing her arms:

“You finally bought a car? Did you buy it from your childhood friend, Gao Yang?”

“If you hadn’t brought it up, I would have almost forgotten about it.”

Lin Xian laughs helplessly:

“Unfortunately, I didn’t buy it from him. It’s a used car, but I think… you might like it.”

Roar!!!!!!!

A purple Bugatti Veyron roars on the expressway, driving towards the other end of the city.

Only then does Zhao Yingjun understand why Lin Xian decided to buy a used car.

This purple Bugatti Veyron, she is very familiar with it, having ridden in it with Lin Xian before… It was the day after her birthday this year that Lin Xian drove this car to Disney Castle and set off the most splendid fireworks display.

“How did you think to buy this car?” Zhao Yingjun turns to ask.

Lin Xian, signaling a right-turn, comes off the expressway:

“After wrecking your Bentley and scrapping your Ferrari, I felt I really needed to make it up to you with another car.”

“I offered an irresistible price to its owner. Although the car hasn’t been transferred yet, it already belongs to you.”

“So it’s a gift for me.”

Zhao Yingjun smiles faintly:

“This gift is too expensive.”