"Hold the lift," President Zhang ordered when he saw Feng Mian move her finger, intending to close the door.
"…Yes."
Miss Su struggled to stand up. All the time, President Zhang didn't even bother to help her out. He just looked at her with a cold expression that didn't seem to be capable of changing.
"You're ignoring me because you already have another woman, huh? How many employees that you smitten with that look of yours? Let me tell Grandpa about what you have done."
President Zhang passed a look at the angry woman. "Feel free to say anything to your grandfather. Tell him, though, I'll not work together with him again."
"W-what did you say? YOU can't do this!"
"I can."
Miss Su was yelling angrily, spouting so many profanities that made Feng Mian closed her ears with her arm. This woman from a rich family somehow sounded even more vulgar than ordinary women that Feng Mian encountered on the street.
President Zhang ignored her and walked to the lift. "First floor."
"Y-yes!" Feng Mian stuttered as she quickly clicked the number. She was standing near the panel, so President Zhang didn't bother to get close and directly told her the number.
"Zhang Liang! Now you're ditching me for some random employee?"
"She might be a random employee, but she's far more good looking than you." right afterwards, the door was closed.
Feng Mian secretly rolled her eyes. If it was any ordinary time, she might have already smiled happily like a fool because someone like Zhang Liang said that she's pretty. However, she knew better than anyone that Zhang Liang was only using her to take care of that Su woman.
Thinking about that woman, if Feng Mian was not wrong, she was a famous model. She had seen her picture in several magazines that Yu Yan bought before. With Su Family as her backing and sponsor, she was extremely famous.
'Ugh, why do I have to be here today?'
She could only hope that Miss Su would not remember her. Those rich people often took offense for even slightest wrongdoings. She also hoped that the camera didn't catch her face or at least, hoping that Miss Su would forget about her and just fixated her gaze on Zhang Liang.
"Feng Mian from the Design Department," Zhang Liang called her. "What are you doing in the company this late?"
"I'm doing some work, President," Feng Mian tried to keep her composure and replied politely. Internally, she was praying for the lift to arrive at the first floor as fast as possible. She didn't want to stay even a second longer in the same room with this man.
"At this hour?"
"I'm sorry…"
It was unnecessary for her to work this late, but she had no choice because Yu Yan had some other plans. Hopefully, Zhang Liang would not notice the real reason she stayed here was to let Yu Yan go back earlier to have a date. It might bring some trouble for her because the team leader was the one who was supposed to stay behind.
Zhang Liang didn't say anything else and took out his phone. His face darkened upon seeing the message from his father. Normally, it was a mother who would push their son to get married. But in his family, it's his father.
Ding!
As the elevator arrived, Feng Mian bolted out of the lift hurriedly. As soon as she got out, her phone rang. It seemed that the lift had blocked the signal.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
"Yes?" Feng Mian hurriedly picked it up.
"Miss Feng, we need you to take care of today's payment. The insurance company wants you to finish it as soon as possible?"
"Now?" it was nearing 11.
"If it's possible. If not, you can come here tomorrow morning."
Feng Mian sighed. "I'll see if there's still some transportation to the hospital."
"Ok."
After she had put her phone back into her pocket, she heard a cold voice called her from behind again.
"Feng Mian."
"Y-yes, President?"
"You're sick?" Zhang Liang was already surprised enough when he saw her ran away directly when they arrived by the first floor. But recalling his infamy in the company, he no longer felt that weird. As he walked, he heard the word 'hospital' from the employee's mouth.
He might like to overwork his employees to achieve better results but not to the point of making them sick.
"Ah, no, it's not me," Feng Mian tried to explain. "It's my family member…"
"Oh? Your mother?"
"Y-yes."
Feng Mian looked at Zhang Liang with confusion. She knew that the president must have done a background check on his employee, but she didn't expect him to remember hers. After all, there were thousands of employees in the company.
On the other hand, Zhang Liang recalled the proposal that he had received just now. He subconsciously noticed Feng Mian's name because he got a headache two years ago when she started her internship. Her late record was simply too amazing that his manager complained over and over. He was tempted to kick her out if not for her decent work.
Even though she was often late because of her situation, the work she had given him was satisfying. There was barely anything the director needed to revise, so they allowed her to stay. She might not be as brilliant as many others, but she had enough potential to stay.
Thanks to that incident, he knew her name and background family. Though, he never really paid it any attention.
His eyes landed on the black circle underneath the woman's eyes.
"Do you have some time?"
"Pardon?"
"Follow me."
Feng Mian was stunned by the sudden order. She looked at the clock. It was already half past 10, so the work hour should have already finished a long time ago, right? Even though her mind thought so, her body moved to follow after the president.