The consequences came like a tornado, so quickly that there was no time to prepare.
Ji Weitian stared at the durian in his hand, knees weakening, almost ready to kneel before him.
To crack a durian bare-handed... was he a devil?
Wait! Ji Weitian's little head spun, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
She had only said she'd peel the durian for him, not that she had to use her hands; she could go look for a knife, and maybe, after peeling the durian and being further troubled by him, she could flip the knife and finish him off!
As she entertained the idea, Ji Weitian didn't really have the guts to stab Qin Nanyu with a knife, and after searching the lounge, she couldn't find a fruit knife.
The fruit in the basket was likely bought by the staff to decorate the lounge temporarily; the variety was quite rich, but most were fruits that could be peeled by hand, like oranges, bananas, and grapes, so no one would leave a dangerous fruit knife in the lounge.
Ji Weitian guessed that probably no other VIPs came to the lounge as adamant about tasting every piece of fruit there like Qin Nanyu.
Assessing the situation, Ji Weitian accepted the durian from him, "President Qin, please wait a moment while I peel the durian for you."
Then she dashed away.
When she had peeled the durian in the nearby workspace and put it on a plate to bring back, she saw a colleague from the academic office at the door of the lounge.
The visitor, upon seeing Ji Weitian, anxiously grabbed her arm, "Where did you run off to earlier? No one was answering the phone."
"I was peeling durian; Qin Nanyu insisted on eating it." Ji Weitian puffed her cheeks and angrily spat out the sentence.
The three words "Qin Nanyu" had become synonymous with nemesis in her mind!
"Forget about the durian for now; the director asked me to quickly inform you that the equipment might not be fixed this morning, so you need to go in and explain to President Qin that the meeting time is postponed to the afternoon, to see if he can accommodate the change in his schedule..."
Before her colleague could finish speaking, Ji Weitian already felt like dying.
Did you see the durian in her hands? She had just finished peeling it and now wanted to bash her head against the wall!
With a resolve akin to facing death, she carried the plate into the lounge. As she pushed open the door and entered, Ji Weitian forced a sweet smile, "President Qin—"
"...The director's intention is clear to me, and I understand." Qin Nanyu was on the phone, and hearing Ji Weitian's voice, goosebumps rose on his back. He turned around in surprise, as if confused about how peeling a durian could leave someone brainless.
Qin Nanyu hung up the phone and sat back on the sofa, watching Ji Weitian place the plate with the durian in front of him. The pungent smell made him uncomfortably furrow his brow.
He couldn't bear durian, and the reason he asked her to peel it was just to see her make a fool of herself. He hadn't expected her to be so tenacious as to actually peel it.
Ji Weitian had no idea what he was thinking. Seeing him frown, she assumed he was displeased that she had been gone so long and sincerely explained, "This durian was pretty tough to handle; I went through several knives to break it open, and even got my fingers pricked, with blood coming out."
Ji Weitian spread her hand, showing that there was indeed a small trace of red on her pale fingers.
She put her bleeding finger in her mouth, forcing a pitiful look, and sat opposite Qin Nanyu. Without even starting to speak, her eyes reddened, and she sniffled with grievance.
"President Qin, you live a life of ease and surely wouldn't understand the difficulties we grassroots workers face. With one word from the boss, we run ourselves ragged... To be frankly honest, in my rush to host you today, I didn't even get to have breakfast..."