Night Fire Lingering

Jiang Xing seemed to have politely seen Gao Zhu off, and returned to the conference room a few minutes later.

Despite their immense curiosity, the employees of Minglou Group didn't dare to openly discuss the formalities with Jiang Xing in person; they simply smiled and thanked him.

Jiang Xing also pretended to be stupid, as if nothing unusual had happened.

Until there were still ten minutes left before the end of the workday.

"Knock knock knock!"

Three standard knocks sounded on the door. Just as the project manager was about to say "Come in," he caught a glimpse of a perfectly pressed suit outside the conference room through the glass. The man's left hand was near the door, and on his wrist was a Patek Philippe watch worth a house.

The project manager sprang to his feet as if electrocuted, arriving at the conference room in a second. He straightened his shirt, flashed his standard obsequious smile, and respectfully opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Lou!"

Jiang Xing was looking down at his phone when he looked up and saw that all the other employees of Minglou Group had stood up and respectfully greeted the person at the door: "Good morning, President Lou!"

Jiang Xing, the only one sitting, seemed out of place. She turned her head and met Lou Qi's eyes: "..."

She stood up awkwardly, not quite sure what to say, when Lou Qi gestured for everyone to sit down and asked the project manager, "Is the work finished?"

The project manager was filled with trepidation at the fact that the big boss was personally involved in the project: "Today's work went very smoothly, it's all finished."

Lou Qi was satisfied with the answer, looked at Jiang Xing, and extended his hand: "Let's go home."

Jiang Xing: "..." She saw the employee opposite her cover his mouth in shock.

Jiang Xing walked over, and Lou Qi naturally took the laptop bag from Jiang Xing's hand. As he led Jiang Xing away, he paused in his steps, as if showing mercy, and said to the people in the conference room, "Go home after work, have a nice weekend."

Because of a single statement from the big boss, everyone was able to leave work early without any problem.

However, no one wanted to leave, and the meeting room erupted in chaos:

"Going home? Mr. Lou just said going home? Are they living together?"

"Holy crap! Mr. Lou is helping me carry my bag! This is amazing treatment!"

"Did Mr. Lou's previous girlfriends receive this treatment? No, right?"

……

As if he were just passing by, Gao Zhu smiled and made a 'shh' gesture to everyone, saying, "Miss Jiang is President Lou's girlfriend, everyone should keep it a secret."

Everyone: "..."

Oh, this? Confidential? Do you mean an open secret?

Weren't all those women Lou Zong's girlfriends before? Forget about ordering Gao Zhu around, they probably couldn't even get Gao Zhu's contact information.

Jiang Xing was Gao Zhu's specially assigned 'girlfriend,' which shows that their status was different!

"Could it be that Mr. Lou has really turned over a new leaf?"

Shh! You might lose your job!

"But it's so sweet! Ahhhhh!"

……

Lou Qi's identity is eye-catching no matter where he appears.

Along the way, Jiang Xing kept encountering employees who greeted Lou Qi, and they tried their best to hide their shocked and gossipy glances from Jiang Xing, who was holding hands with Lou Qi.

"Did you take the wrong turn?" Jiang Xing looked around and asked Lou Qi. "I remember the way I left the company before, it wasn't this roundabout?"

"Is it?"

Lou Qi led Jiang Xing around a corner and finally into the elevator.

Jiang Xing tilted her head to look at him, and asked with a half-smile, "Mr. Lou, you wouldn't be deliberately leading me on a detour, would you?"

"Why would I take you on a detour?" Lou Qi asked knowingly.

Jiang Xing raised an eyebrow: "How would I know?"

That expression clearly showed that she had seen through his little scheme.

Lou Qi lowered his eyes and chuckled softly. He had only intended to pinch Jiang Xing's cheek, but as soon as his hand touched her face, it automatically turned into cupping her cheek.

The body, more honest than reason, kissed first.

The moment their lips touched, "ding-dong—"

The elevator door opens.