A week later…
Ding!
Jiang Zuoqing, Yan Beiqing, and secretary Zhang exited the crowded elevator under the curious gaze of other workers.
Unaware that a rumor between them had spread around the company like wildfire.
Entering the wide office at the top floor, secretary Zhang reported all the necessary work before leaving.
Allowing the couple quality time under the ambience of tranquil silence.
Jiang Zuoqing sat at his desk reading the numerous documents that had piled up while Yan Beiqing flipped through the pages of a book.
Although the young woman was said to have become a secretary, only the few of them knew what it really meant.
The young woman was not required to work nor would the elderly Jiang's permit Jiang Zuoqing to give her work.
Therefore in the end, many items were delivered into the president's office a few days before by the elderly couple's demand.
Books, silk blankets and cushions, expensive tea as well as incense burners of intricate designs. One by one, those items were delivered and among those, metal furniture were exchanged for wooden desks and chairs.
Many of our wonderful president's classy appliances were thrown away to his dismay in order to make room for Yan Beiqing's.
But the young man cannot even express a single word of refusal before being served a dish of fresh cooked walking cane.
His bottom is still sore from the familial love given by his grandfather then followed by his grandmother.
Ah, life is as salty as the tears he shed that night while crying under the covers.
Either way, the interior of the office has changed quite a bit.
Only a third of the whole space is his work area and the rest is Yan Beiqing's resting space. Including the inner chamber where his wardrobe and bed was before being filled with other things that have nothing to do with him.
Supposedly decorated to be as similar as possible to a chamber the young woman used in the past.
It's amazing really.
Even Jiang Zuoqing had a momentary lapse in attention where he assumed he had been transported into another world himself.
"... …"
Furtive sights lifted from the document in front as the young man stares at the side profile of the young woman. In a daze, his sight traced the shape of those sharp eyes, caressing the curve of her nose. Taking in the color of pink lips before following that strand of loose hair to land on the crook of an elegant neck.
"Is something the matter?"
Yan Beiqing did not even lift her gaze up from the book in hand before asking the question in a calm tone of voice. Eyelashes flutter akin to the wings of a butterfly as lithe fingers flip to the next page.
Her posture is graceful and straight akin to a stalk of bamboo that never bends but still sways from the gentle dance of the wind.
Jiang Zuoqing suddenly can't seem to find his voice as a stuttering of inaudible noises sound out with no apparent logic.
Causing the young woman to look up with a furrow of brows in confusion, "is something wrong?"
Obsidian irises locked onto the young man, reflecting his suspicious behavior which calmed after he took a large gulp of hot coffee.
Successfully burning the roof and tongue of his mouth.
But as a man and president with an image to maintain, the youth appeared calm as trembling fingers clutch under the desk.
Clearing his throat with an awkward cough, Jiang Zuoqing looked at the young woman with reddened eyes.
Blinking a few times to clear away the moisture, the young man explained, "ahem! I, em… still haven't thanked you for saving me."
Ears turning a suspicious flush under the amuse curve of the young woman's lips the young man was about to speak further when-
Knock! Knock!
The door to his office echoed with a sudden rasp.
Earning a fraction of a second look of displeasure on the face of the young man who replaced that emotion with immediate calm.
"Enter."
Click.
"President Jiang…"
It was a young woman that entered the chamber with a mug in hand.
Petite in appearance and with a seemingly timid personality, the young woman introduced herself in a faint voice.
"I'm the new intern for assistant secretary, my name is Liu Meili. Secretary Zhang sent me in for your cup of coffee…"
"En, place it on the table."
The young president nodded in acknowledgement with a cold tone of voice while picking up the document on the table. Eyes furtively peering in the direction of Yan Beiqing once every few seconds.
Trying to discern her reaction to the words he had just said. But the only thing he could see was Yan Beiqing's leisure action of flipping pages.
Slender fingers move in elegant motions from one side of the page to another before lowering to wrap around the width of a teacup. Bringing the steaming porcelain close to soft lips before pinching them upon the rim for a light sip.
The young woman does not seem concerned with him at all.
An unknown whirl of emotions weighed on Jiang Zuoqing's heart as he leaned back against the chair with a wordless sigh.
Eyes wandered the area until it landed on the intern who was still standing a step away with coffee in hand.
"Still here?"
Yan Beiqing's lithe fingers paused in motion as indolent eyes raised from the confines of her book.
Jiang Zuoqing's almond eyes narrowed as it landed on the figure of his new employee, curious as to why a simple task would take so long.
Unaware that the new intern was in fact enraptured by the profile of the man's face.
"Ah? S-sorry!"
Awakening from the reverie, Liu Meili managed a flustered apology before taking a step forward to place the mug.
Unfortunately, perhaps it was due to being too flustered or nervous in front of her new boss. But the young woman tripped and with a gasp of surprise, fell towards the bewildered man.
"Ah!"
Dark pupils constricted in shock as the image of the new intern became closer much too fast for Jiang Zuoqing to move away.
Steaming coffee spilled from the container of the mug as it leapt towards him with overwhelming heat. Intermingling with the suffocating fragrance of perfume from the woman that attacks the senses.
'I'm doomed!'
Is what the young man thought as Jiang Zuoqing shut his eyes in preparation for the oncoming collision.
However, the suspected heat and collision did not arrive as the gentle fragrance of incense wrapped around him instead. Before the young president could understand the unfold of events, he felt a force from behind pull him away.
The chair he is sitting at rolled backwards with speed as Yan Beiqing retreated while lithe fingers grasp onto the back of Jiang Zuoqing's chair.
Creating a safe distance between him and the new intern who fell right at the area where the young man was seconds ago.
"Ah?!"
Liu Meili fell onto the floor with a loud bang, soaking up the coffee that had fallen onto the same spot. Much to her embarrassment and horror, the young woman sat up with an aggrieved expression.
A large stain of brown expands on the snowy surface of her dress shirt that left an awkward picture for people to guess.
Raising her sights to stare at her boss and the woman standing behind Jiang Zuoqing with an arm wrapped around his chest.
An emotion of unfairness rose in the woman's heart.
Crawling up from the floor, the young intern fled the room while crying in a muffled tone of voice.
Jiang Zuoqing: "... …"
Yan Beiqing: "... …"
Two pairs of eyes sent off the young woman with the same bewildered expression.
Peace regained its standing in the room as Jiang Zuoqing began to feel the fear after being saved from gaining a burn.
"Are you okay?"
The gentle voice of Yan Beiqing rang out from overhead as the young man raised his sights to look upwards.
Sharp eyes that have curved into a worried arc stares down at the youth as the young woman caresses the side of the man's face. Giving him a sense of comfort as the rhythm of his heart grew stable.
Shortness of breaths calmed along the return of logic as Jiang Zuoqing realized that the two of them are in a somewhat ambiguous position.
Leaning back on the chair with an arm embraced around his right shoulder and chest from the person behind. The sudden movement of the chair from a while ago had the youth subconsciously clasping onto Yan Beiqing's arm for a sense of stableness.
Right now, Jiang Zuoqing could feel the heat of her skin under the touch of his palm as fingers clasp onto the soft surface on her wrist.
Sensing the steady beat of pulsing veins.
Long strands of hair fell onto the young man's cheeks and forehead caused by Yan Beiqing leaning further down from behind.
At the same juncture in time, Jiang Zuoqing had raised his sight upwards, bending his neck and lifting his chin.
It was akin to a scene where two lovers were about to share an intimate moment only disturbed by the sudden appearance of secretary Zhang.
"President Jiang! Is everything okay?"
Our trusty assistant Zhang appeared at the entrance of the opened doorway.
Shocked, then surprised at the romantic scene he had ruined before turning into a sour expression of regret.
"I will come back later…"
The man said while trying to close the door in slow motion.