Chapter 4 Not Allowed
- Three days later, inside the Dayu Group office building.
- I sat across from Sang Qi, who seemed displeased. There was a half-empty cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him.
- "It's you."
- "Sang Qi, do you still remember me?" I smiled and casually brushed my hair, curling my lips. "It seems that I am truly unforgettable, naturally beautiful."
- Sang Qi was taken aback, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes. But before I could discern it clearly, he coldly laughed, "Miss Xia, I have never encountered such a shameless journalist like you. You even asked such tricky questions during the interview back then."
- Well, it seemed like he held a grudge.
- Wasn't it because my superior insisted that I ask him how many times he could perform in one night during the interview...
- It wasn't my choice!
- I took a deep breath and smiled, "Sang Qi, it was merely to satisfy the curiosity of nine hundred million young girls. After all, everyone wants to marry you, right?"
- He frowned and pressed the intercom on the desk, "Send..."
- I stood up, pushed his hand away, and faced Sang Qi's anger with a smile as I handed him my resume, "Sang Qi, I used to be the most diligent and capable journalist in our magazine. I am fully qualified for the position of Secretary General in your department."
- These past few days, I have contemplated it thoroughly.
- Even if Sang Qi couldn't have been at the hospital that morning on the plane, he was still the most obvious suspect.
- The man at the hospital could have been sent by him.
- And, he happened to be near the He family that morning, and there was that cufflink...
- Regardless, I should have more interaction with Sang Qi.
- So when I saw that Dayu Group was hiring a few days ago, I promptly submitted my resume.
- "What? You're not a journalist anymore?" Sang Qi seemed somewhat surprised.
- His expression was natural, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
- He didn't know that I had lost my job.
- Squinting my eyes, I stared at him intently and slowly said, "I resigned three days ago."
- "Oh." Sang Qi's face remained composed as he took a sip of his tea, seemingly uninterested.
- His demeanor made me doubt my judgment.
- After all, if the child really was his, then his acting skills were too impeccable, right?
- Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, I regulated my breathing and said, "Sang Qi, I am highly capable..."
- "Get out." Sang Qi suddenly averted his gaze, staring fiercely at the cup of tea in his hand, his expression filled with anger.
- He didn't want to give me this opportunity.
- Is he feeling guilty?
- I also grew a little angry, slapped my hands on the table, leaned in, "Mr. Sang..."
- He suddenly raised his eyes, coldly said, "Get out, don't make me call someone to throw you out."
- There was a hint of suppression in his eyes.
- A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if something was amiss.
- I frowned and walked around the table, "Mr. Sang, what's wrong with you? Stomachache? Fever? Appendicitis? Or something else?"
- I reached out and touched his wrist, which was surprisingly hot.
- "Get out!" Sang Qi forcefully shook off my hand and stood up swiftly.
- The force was strong, and I immediately lost my balance and leaned towards the corner of the table.
- Instinctively, I covered my stomach.
- Unexpectedly, a pair of hands came around and hugged my waist, and with a turn, I fell securely into Sang Qi's arms.
- He lowered his head, and flames seemed to flicker in his eyes, burning fiercely.
- "Xia Zhi, you brought this upon yourself."
- He buried his head in my neck and nibbled, his hand sliding down my waist...
- I immediately widened my eyes and waved my hand in resistance, "That's not allowed!"