Chuxia hadn’t had the chance to reply when Xiao Zhao’s previously despondent face instantly lit up with vitality, his eyes fixed on her as if she were a savior, "Young Madam, you must be here to see President Shi, right? Please, come in quickly!"
Xiao Zhao, as if fearful she might escape, didn’t wait for Chuxia’s response and pulled her arm, pushing her into the room without further ado, then added softly, "Young Madam, President Shi is in a really bad mood, please comfort him, I beg of you."
Xiao Zhao pleaded with palms pressed together, yet unhesitatingly cast her into the fire before swiftly closing the door of the office behind her.
Chuxia looked at the closed door and suddenly felt like crying. Were they expecting her to comfort Shi Che when he was in a bad mood? Wouldn’t she just make him angrier? It’s like she’s being set up to be cannon fodder, right?
A deep voice came from behind her, even more bone-chilling without the door in between, causing Chuxia to take a sharp breath before she slowly turned around and spoke timidly, "It’s me...."
Shi Che sat behind his large desk, originally looking at some documents, but as he heard the soft sound of two words, he abruptly lifted his head. When he saw Chuxia, his black pupils dilated rapidly, and he stared blankly at her, completely caught off guard.
Since there was still a residual anger on Shi Che’s handsome face and a gloominess from his earlier reprimand, the look he gave now was shadowy and dark, sending a chill throughout Chuxia’s body, her hands nearly incapable of holding the lunchbox any longer.
Shi Che continued to watch Chuxia without a flicker of reaction, his dark brown eyes filled with a frosty chill.
Could it be that he had really noticed something?
Chuxia stood there, her heart feeling hollow, cold sweat breaking out on her back, yet she dared not move, standing rigidly, her teeth biting hard on her lower lip.
However, Shi Che had not anticipated Chuxia’s visit at all, so upon seeing her, he was momentarily lost in a daze as if trapped in a dream. Thus, when he spoke, his voice carried a hint of uncertainty, "Why... would you come?"
It was as if in the blink of an eye, the apparition before him might vanish, everything merely an illusion.
When Shi Che finally spoke, it was without the terrible interrogation Chuxia had imagined, nor did he retain that icy tone. Instead, his voice was somewhat gentle, soft.
Chuxia couldn’t help but feel surprised, and quickly glanced at Shi Che. His gaze was still profound, fathomless, inscrutable. Although Chuxia could not read him, her nervousness was somewhat alleviated as she slowly began to speak, "I... I noticed you skipped breakfast this morning and was worried you might be hungry, I... I brought you something to eat."
Following Chuxia’s words, Shi Che’s gaze slowly drifted to her hand where she indeed held a lunchbox.
It wasn’t an illusion after all; it was real.
Shi Che couldn’t express the feeling inside him at that moment, truly as if, in an instant, radiant fireworks had burst forth in his heart, joy surging forward, "For me?"
As if to confirm, Shi Che involuntarily asked again.
Chuxia pursed her lips and slowly nodded.
Shi Che’s smile was almost irrepressible as he closed the document in front of him, stood up, and walked around the office, striding toward Chuxia.