Gold Medal Sweetheart

Jin Taize's return happened to fall on a weekend. Although Tang Xin was disappointed about his early return, she was now looking forward to the weekend. Finally, it was the day she had longed to meet Jin Taize for two weeks. It was the fate that all the girls named Jin went on blind dates with ended up getting dumped. She longed for Jin Taize to be like a swordsman in ancient times and give her a clean break.

Just as I was looking for hope in my own fantasy, my cell phone rang with a pleasant ringtone.

"Hey, it's you!" He suppressed the joy in his heart, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll be right over."

After hanging up the phone, she admired herself. How could she speak so gently? Perhaps it was because she was in such a good mood. Because that nemesis named Jin called and asked for her to go back to the office the day before. Oh, he was finally going to show his hand, and she was finally going to be released from prison. Doing the math, it was getting a little closer to the concert. Yushan, Yushan, this matter is over, and I have done a good deed. When you marry Haoting, you must give me more wedding candy.

On this side, Jin Taize was also surprised by Tang Xin's happy answer. Usually she always looked calm.

Because the breakup she'd been anticipating for two weeks was about to become a reality, she set off much faster today than usual, feeling like she was about to face her deathbed. It wasn't long before she arrived outside Jin Tae-taek's office on the top floor of Shi Tian Shopping Center. In reality, Shi Tian Shopping Center had been operating relatively steadily, with Jin Tae-taek only occasionally visiting on weekends. The rest of the time, he'd be at the Shi Tian Hotel, a perennially profitable growth point, or at the thriving Shi Tian Real Estate, or at the group's headquarters.

A secretary-like girl asked Tang Xin about her identity and then signaled her to come in. Standing outside the office door, she felt the day was unusually relaxing. Even the air she breathed seemed to have a much higher oxygen content than usual.

She knocked on the door gently, and followed a cello-like voice of "Come in". When she opened the door, Tang Xin saw Jin Taize sitting behind a large desk. He was wearing a chicly tailored dark-colored suit with a shirt of the same color underneath.

Jin Taize didn't look up, but just said lightly, "Sit down first and wait for a while." The pen was still between his slender fingers, flying and flowing like a weapon on the battlefield.

Tang Xin obediently sat on the sofa, waiting for him to finish his work. But he looked a little different today. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, which largely obscured his usual wildness and devilish charm, giving him a more scholarly air. In her memory, Cheng Ran also wore glasses and was a refined and refined person. It was rare for Jin Taize to even remotely resemble Cheng Ran.

What the hell is going on? Tang Xin realized that she was just daydreaming and forced herself to stop thinking. She must be too bored.

If she had nothing else to do, she might as well take a look around the office. It was a large office, but the furnishings were simple: floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing the blue sky and the river below, a sofa perfect for conversation, and a simple coffee table. The desk was filled with work-related items: a computer, a phone, a few folders, and what looked like a picture frame from her angle, and—hmm, why is there this?

Tang Xin saw the familiar packaging and couldn't help but walk closer to get a better look. The transparent box reflected the green leaves, and the leaves swimming in the water in the glass next to Jin Taize further confirmed her suspicions.

Seeing her reaction, Jin Taize stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Xin felt a little embarrassed. She should have just sat still on the sofa. So, she replied woodenly, "Oh, you drink mint tea too."

Jin Taize said lightly: "Yes, it was given to me by a friend."

Tang Xin couldn't believe that someone who ordered a very expensive cup of coffee would be given such a cheap gift. It seemed the gift-giver had no idea how to flatter someone.

"Although it's not the coffee or tea I usually drink," Jin Taize looked directly at Tang Xin, then suddenly lowered his head, glanced slightly sideways, looked at the green mint leaves suspended in the clear water, and said solemnly, "But the taste is unexpectedly comfortable." A faint smile climbed up his handsome yet tough face.

Tang Xin felt even more bewildered by these words. It was just a cup of mint tea, but why was he being treated so seriously, as if it were a life-long discussion? He pulled his lips together as if to say, "Then enjoy it." He gestured with both hands, then drew an arc around his right foot, thinking it would be better to turn back.

After a while, Jin Taize asked his secretary to take the signed documents away, turned off the computer, stood up and straightened his suit.

The tall figure walked towards Tang Xin. "You can go now." After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the door.

Tang Xin followed behind and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Have a meal."

The last lunch? It's strange to say, since I sent Jin Taize home last time, I have basically eaten lunch recently when I go out. But who cares, anyway, the day of expiration has finally come. This day is like opening a savings account at the bank, depositing a little money every month, waiting day and night until the expiration date, when you can withdraw the money with principal and interest. The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and her pace could not help but speed up. As she walked, she said to Jin Taize with a fake smile: "I'm so hungry, so hungry."

Although Jin Taize remained calm, he had already concluded in his heart that this didn't feel like hunger at all, it was clearly the result of a syndrome of being high on energy.

While waiting for the elevator, Jin Taize's phone rang with a gentle tune. He answered, his expression relaxed. He began by recounting his recent busy work schedule. After a moment, Jin Taize glanced at Tang Xin, a vague smile playing across his face. Tang Xin turned away, not daring to look at him again. Her heart was in turmoil, her intuition telling her something was about to happen.

Sure enough, after hanging up the phone, Jin Taize said calmly: "The plan has changed. We can't have dinner together."

That's fine, let's say goodbye now. You've built the Shitian Industry to prominence in just a few years, sweeping across the country and expanding internationally, so ending it right away is in line with your efficient style as a man of such influence.

So Tang Xin opened her watery eyes and waited expectantly for Jin Taize's farewell speech.

"My friend invited me to dinner, you should come too."

No way! How could this person's words have no beginning, development, or conclusion at all? Do CEOs always speak on impulse like this? Tang Xin's smile froze instantly.

Why is it different from what I see on TV? Aren't CEOs' schedules on TV always planned in advance? Tang Xin chuckled, "They invited you, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to go."

Jin Taize was not surprised to hear the hidden meaning of Tang Xin's words, and answered seriously: "The time within eight hours is generally planned, and the business entertainment outside of eight hours will also be arranged in advance. The time and interpersonal relationships other than that will of course be based on my preferences. What part of my life do you think you should belong to?" When he said this, he suddenly turned his head and stared at Tang Xin with a hawk-like gaze, making it hard for him to breathe.

It seems that the answer has already been announced. All your reasonable, legitimate requests will be rejected by this erratic, moody eccentric. So the wise decision is not to appeal, as the appeal will be ineffective.

Thinking of this, an inexplicable feeling of powerlessness came over her, like a tidal wave sweeping over her. So, she couldn't help but blurt out, "I don't know, it's just the part of my life where I just accept everything that comes my way." Although her voice was low, it was still caught by Jin Taize.

Apparently, Jin Taize was quite satisfied with this answer. "Accurate positioning. I forgive your objection." The slight arc was still drawn, like a nighttime firework, initially a mere glimmer in the night sky, but blooming with a breathtaking beauty. Though brief, even after it has burned out, it has forged an indelible memory in the hearts of everyone who witnessed its dazzling splendor.

Tang Xin truly couldn't understand him. Sometimes he'd be incredibly cold and handsome, and other times, he'd be seen with an unpredictable smile. These transitions happened without warning, so she simply treated his various behaviors like mechanical glitches.