Ye Qing, male, 24 years old, 180 cm tall, weighing 75 kg, resides in Yunhai City. Less than two years after graduating from university, he was working in the famous private enterprise “Tang Feng Company” in Yunhai City.
He was an ordinary white-collar worker with a monthly salary of over 3,000.
Personal hobbies: Born in a seaside city, he enjoyed swimming and diving the most.
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Today was Saturday, after 11 am, and Ye Qing arrived at the company with a bag.
It’s not that he had to work overtime on Saturday, but he came to deliver food.
The person working overtime in the company was Ye Qing’s direct boss, Song Qiaoyan, the head of the planning department. She was 29 years old. Not only was she not married, but she didn’t even have a boyfriend. All her energy was devoted to work.
She was a strong woman. Workaholic, but gentle and extremely kind to her subordinates.
Especially towards Ye Qing, Song Qiaoyan was quite attentive. It was as if she had some kind of affection for him beyond work…
Ye Qing had already noticed that Sister Song was very fond of him. However, he couldn’t understand why she was so kind to a white-collar worker like him when she was more beautiful than a flower, with an outstanding appearance and figure. Many excellent officials in the company were pursuing her, but she ignored them all.
But, although she was a kind person, Sister Song was also a conservative, dedicated, and quite rational woman, and it was impossible for her to have such relationships with her subordinates. Therefore, there was no special or ambiguous relationship between them, and they only treated each other as friends.
Ye Qing knew that Song Qiaoyan usually worked overtime on Saturdays, and that once this woman started working, she would completely immerse herself in work and forget about everything else.
On Saturdays and Sundays, the company cafeteria was not open, so if he didn’t send her food, she would be hungry all day. Three or two potstickers and a bowl of millet porridge, simple but stomach-warming. Ye Qing knew what she liked to eat.
On the 22nd floor of the company building, the planning department occupied an area of over 500 square meters. Right now, there was no one in the office area for ordinary employees. Through the window of the supervisor’s office, Song Qiaoyan could be seen lying on the desk, busy working on a promotion plan for some product.
“A workaholic is a workaholic. She stays here all alone, and she’s not even afraid.”
Ye Qing muttered to himself and knocked on the glass three times.
Song Qiaoyan looked up and smiled.
Ye Qing then pushed the door open and put the bag in front of her.
Song Qiaoyan’s delicate and small nose twitched twice, and she said happily, “Potstickers from Fancy Spring House?”
“Your sense of smell is very developed.” Ye Qing raised his thumb and said warmly, “It’s still hot, eat it quickly.”
“Thank you.”
Song Qiaoyan took out the lunchbox from the bag and asked politely: “Have you eaten?”
“It’s not like I’ve been starving for three days and can’t afford to eat.” Ye Qing said calmly.
Song Qiaoyan smiled silently, opened the lunch box containing potstickers, and took a deep breath: “It smells so good. I feel hungry all of a sudden when I smell this.”
Ye Qing helped her take out the paper bowl of millet porridge and pushed it in front of her: “Drink something hot first.”
Song Qiaoyan picked up the disposable chopsticks and looked up: “It’s Saturday, and you took the trouble to bring me food. Aren’t you late for your date with your girlfriend?”
“My girlfriend is still waiting for you to introduce her to me.” Ye Qing said in a normal tone: “If you don’t need my help here, I plan to go diving in the afternoon.”
“You dare to go to the sea on such a cold day?” Song Qiaoyan looked out the window and shuddered.
It was the beginning of April, and the highest temperature at noon was only a dozen degrees Celsius. Normal people had just changed from their winter coats. Song Qiaoyan couldn’t help but feel chills running down her spine when she thought of the bone-chilling seawater.
“Wetsuits have good thermal insulation properties, so I won’t feel cold.” Ye Qing explained with a smile: “In a year, I only stop going into the sea in the coldest two months.”
“That’s the same as winter swimming.” Song Qiaoyan knew nothing about these things, and she seemed to suddenly realize: “No wonder you don’t wear much clothes on the coldest days. I thought you wanted to be a freezing beauty.”
Can the phrase “freezing beauty” also be used on men? Ye Qing smiled, pointed at the millet porridge, and silently urged her to eat it while it was hot.
Song Qiaoyan drank a small sip of porridge elegantly. Feeling Ye Qing’s gaze on her, her face turned red, and she said a little embarrassedly, “It’s okay, you should go winter swimming now.”
It was indeed a little awkward to be stared at by the opposite sex while eating. Ye Qing could understand this feeling, but he still asked,” Do you really not need my help?”
“No need, no need.” Song Qiaoyan waved her hand and said, “If you come in halfway to work overtime, there won’t be any overtime pay. Besides, many of these drafts contain ideas from other employees, so I can’t show them to you.”
Although she said so, deep down, Song Qiaoyan really wanted Ye Qing to stay with her. Even if he didn’t do anything, just staying here quietly would make her feel at ease.
But, he couldn’t do that.
Work is work; one could not engage in any inappropriate behavior with colleagues. If he were not working at this company, she would be very willing to have something happen between them.
In Song Qiaoyan’s eyes, Ye Qing was not the kind of handsome, pretty boy. He had strong features, sharp edges and corners, full of masculinity, optimistic, and cheerful. He was very manly, which was exactly the type she liked most.
More importantly, this young man always gave her a very down-to-earth feeling. Every time she saw him, the anxiety or depression in her heart inexplicably calmed down.
Why was this happening? Song Qiaoyan couldn’t explain it…
Ye Qing nodded and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he reminded her: “Don’t stay too late.”
Song Qiaoyan responded softly, and a warmth surged in her chest. She didn’t know whether it was because of his reminder or the hot porridge she had just drunk.
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Ding!
The elevator door slowly opened on the 22nd floor.
Ye Qing, who was about to walk in, suddenly froze.
There was a woman in the elevator.
Devilish figure, stunning face, and the noble temperament of a princess.
Ye Qing was too familiar with this woman, because her face often appeared in his dreams…
He hesitated for a moment, stepped into the elevator with his head held high, and greeted politely: “President Tang.”
“Hmm.” She responded lightly.
The elevator door slowly closed, Ye Qing pressed the “1” button, lowered his head and remained silent.
Until the elevator stopped at the first floor and Ye Qing walked out, the two did not say a word.
This ‘President Tang’, named Tang Nalan, was the president of Tang Feng Company. In the current popular term, she was the CEO of the company. Apart from the chairman, she had the most power.
Tang Nalan was the biological daughter of the founder (and chairman) of the group, Tang Feng. She was the only daughter and undoubtedly the future successor of Tang Feng Company.
For Ye Qing, Tang Nalan had a very special identity. She was his classmate in high school and his crush, whom he had secretly loved for many years.
However, this classmate relationship only lasted for one year because Tang Nalan’s IQ was too high. She was a standard genius girl. She finished her three-year high school studies in just one year and was admitted to the most famous university in China before time.
It was said that she only took one and a half years to complete the four-year college courses, and then went abroad for further studies…
When Ye Qing graduated from college and looked for a job, this talented beauty was already the executive president of Tang Feng Company, and she had obtained brilliant results in just half a year.
In short, she was a proud girl with both wisdom and beauty.
Such a proud girl was undoubtedly out of reach for Ye Qing. Although he had imagined her as his girlfriend countless times in his youth, and even now he often walked hand in hand with her in his dreams and bathed in the sunset…Still, Ye Qing was aware that there was an insurmountable gap in status between him and her.
She flapped her angel wings and soared into the sky, while he, a mortal, could only look up from the ground.
Unless he could get a pair of even more powerful wings.
