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Seeing Song Qianyi's confidence, the receptionist paused for a moment, then made up her mind. She stopped urging the security guard and simply watched Song Qianyi from the side.

Song Qianyi stared at the receptionist and pressed the button on Ji Jingshen's phone.

Actually, she wasn't sure herself.

Since Ji Jingshen left Yujingyuan, he has never answered her calls again.

The first floor wasn't busy; it was even rather quiet. The busy tone of the phone waiting to be connected was exceptionally clear.

The receptionist saw that Song Qianyi had actually made the call, and a small hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Beep beep..."

It wasn't the sound of a call being connected, but the sound of a call being hung up.

The receptionist gave a mocking smile: "It seems Mr. Ji is unwilling to answer Ms. Song's call."

As she spoke, she raised her hand, "I'm sorry, Miss Song."

"security guard."

Song Qianyi was unwilling to give up. While dodging the security guard's hand, she called Ji Jingshen again.

The call was disconnected again.

The security guard was still watching her: "Miss, please cooperate with our work."

Song Qianyi pursed her lips, suppressed her emotions, and turned to leave.

"Miss Song."

Hearing the familiar voice, Song Qianyi turned around and looked at Shen Chen as he approached, asking in confusion, "Assistant Shen."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Shen, I was delayed a bit when I came downstairs. Mr. Ji is in a meeting and it's inconvenient for him to answer the phone. He specifically asked me to come and pick you up." Shen Chen's words were impeccable, explaining why Ji Jingshen wasn't answering the phone and also mentioning his arrangements, making Song Qianyi feel that she hadn't been ignored.

Song Qianyi's mood calmed down slightly.

The receptionist gasped, noticing that even President Ji's assistant was being extremely respectful to this young lady, standing stiffly in place, not daring to speak.

He met Song Qianyi's gaze and gave her a fawning smile.

Song Qianyi smiled and said in a light tone, "This is my first time at the company, so I'm still a little unfamiliar with it, but the company's security measures are quite good."

She paused for a moment: "You must have quite a few people coming to see President Ji usually, right?"

Shen Chen's eyes darted around, glancing at the receptionist's grim face, and he already understood.

"Indeed, some people came looking for President Ji, but they couldn't get up. Miss Song will understand once she comes more often."

After saying that, he didn't forget to tell the receptionist, "Remember this Ms. Song, don't stop her next time she comes."

"Yes," the receptionist quickly agreed.

Although she didn't know Song Qianyi's identity, judging from Shen Chen's attitude towards her, she knew that Song Qianyi's identity was not simple.

Click till.

Song Qianyi didn't dwell on it any longer, "Let's go up!"

Ji Jingshen's office is on the top floor; you can see several desks as soon as you get off the elevator.

It is the office of Ji Jingshen's secretary and assistant.

Shen Chen led Song Qianyi through them and pushed open the heavy black and gold solid wood door.

"President Ji is in a meeting, please wait a moment."

After saying that, Shen Chen left.

Before the office door was even closed, Song Qianyi heard people outside gossiping about Shen Chen.

Curious, Song Qianyi peeked through the crack in the door for a while, but Shen Chenming didn't say who he was. He only told everyone to be careful around her.

Shen Chen is shrewd.

Bored, Song Qianyi and the others started wandering around the office.

Directly opposite the office door is a large, floor-to-ceiling black bookcase, displaying books and trophies. In front of the bookcase is a dark gray office desk.

The desktop is covered with folders, a computer, and all the other tools needed for office work.

Nothing else.

The sofa she was sitting on was on the left side of the office, with a coffee table in front of her, which was probably where Ji Jingshen would temporarily receive guests.

On the right is a locked cabinet, presumably containing confidential documents.

To the left is a full-length window.

Standing by the window, you can see most of the city in one view.

Looking down, the road was bustling with traffic, and the people coming and going seemed like ants.

Song Qianyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a while, feeling like she was the domineering CEO in a novel.

This feeling of looking down on everyone else is so exhilarating!

The office door was pushed open.

Hearing the sound, Song Qianyi turned around and saw Ji Jingshen walk in and sit behind his desk.

Today he was wearing a silver-gray suit, with his jacket casually draped to one side, and a well-fitting vest that accentuated his strong waist.

Perhaps because he had just finished working, the seriousness between his brows hadn't yet faded: "What are you doing here?"

A cold, accusatory question, like an invisible hand, pushes a person away a thousand miles.

"I don't really have anything to thank you for taking me in, so I made some food and thought I'd bring it to you."

Song Qianyi did not back down because of his indifference, and opened the insulated lunch box she had brought as if it were a treasure.

Ji Jingshen glanced at it.

Braised pork ribs, Kung Pao chicken, stir-fried romaine lettuce, and egg drop soup.

The staple food is rice.

There was also neatly cut fruit.

The colors are beautifully matched, and the rice is even shaped like a puppy.

This shows the care and effort put into the preparations.

Judging from its appearance, it's much better than the one she made last time.

Noticing Ji Jingshen's gaze, Song Qianyi was encouraged and placed the box containing chopsticks and a small spoon on the table, pushing it in front of Ji Jingshen: "It'll get cold in a bit."

“People order meals for the company every day, you don’t need to cook.” Ji Jingshen didn’t answer.

His gaze fell on Song Qianyi's face, and remembering that the two were preparing for a divorce, he swallowed the rest of his words.

Shen Chen was just about to come in with a lunchbox when he heard Ji Jingshen's words. He didn't move at the door, glanced at the table, instantly understood, and turned to leave.

"What to do?"

Ji Jingshen asked.

"I took the wrong thing," Shen Chen said.

When he returned, the meal in his hand had been replaced with two cups of coffee.

Song Qianyi had already seen the lunchbox Shen Chen was carrying when he came in, and realized that she had gone to great lengths. She pursed her lips and stood aside.

Seeing that Ji Jingshen had no intention of picking up his chopsticks, the little bit of expectation that had risen in her heart slowly vanished.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

Without giving Ji Jingshen any time to respond, Song Qianyi turned and left.

"Miss Song!" Shen Chen looked at his boss, then at Song Qianyi, and wanted to catch up with her.

Before she could even move, Ji Jingshen said, "Why don't you just become her assistant?"

Shen Chen: ...

Watching Song Qianyi leave in the elevator, Shen Chen turned back and said, "President Ji, Miss Song is sad again."

"Since you care so much, why don't you go after her and comfort her?"

Shen Chen lowered his head, not daring to offer any more advice.

Seeing Ji Jingshen's awkward expression, she felt anxious for him.

They were just having a meeting, discussing the specifics of the cooperation with their client. If successful, the profit could potentially exceed 100 million.

Ji Jingshen attached great importance to this collaboration and personally followed up on the entire process.

When Song Qianyi called, he even took the time to have Shen Chen answer it.

But when they met the person, they didn't mention any of these things.

Judging from Ji Jingshen's hurried arrival, he must have also hastily ended his meeting with the client.

Ji Jingshen's gaze fell on the lunchbox, and a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

He wasn't someone who lacked food, but the food outside just couldn't compare to what he ate at home.

He didn't want Song Qianyi to come because he was worried that her body hadn't recovered and she wasn't fit to do anything strenuous.

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I just couldn't say them.