Xiao Zhao worked hard to suppress his emotions, took several deep breaths, and tried his utmost to be serious. Furrowing his brows in thought, he said, "President Shi, from what I see, your relationship with Miss Chuxia is so strained... Even if you want to win Miss Chuxia back, you can’t be too direct."
"Direct?" Shi Che murmured, his fingers lightly tapping on the desktop.
Xiao Zhao nodded gently and continued, "After all, if you directly pursue Miss Chuxia, you might just be... rejected again." He dared not utter the last two words, only giving Shi Che a cautious glance, signaling that he understood.
Shi Che’s eyes darkened, a ripple of light flickering within them as he stared coldly at Xiao Zhao. "Get to the point."
"Cough cough, my point is simple. President Shi, you shouldn’t make an appearance right now. First, build up your rapport with Miss Chuxia, and once that’s solid enough, then reveal your identity. At that time, Miss Chuxia might be more willing to accept you."
"Not make an appearance?" Shi Che frowned tightly, "Without appearing, how am I supposed to build rapport with Chuxia?"
"It’s simple with today’s advanced communication methods—QQ, WeChat, MSN; all these platforms allow you to build rapport without meeting face-to-face!"
For once, Shi Che’s eyes were tinged with confusion as he looked at Xiao Zhao, utterly lost. "What are these?"
Looking at Shi Che’s bewildered gaze, Xiao Zhao’s voice went out suddenly, wondering if he and Shi Che were even living on the same planet.
Was there actually someone who didn’t know these three things? Even his father, a man in his seventies or eighties, was on WeChat all the time.
Of course, while he internally mocked, Xiao Zhao dared not ridicule Shi Che to his face, and simply explained, "They’re like text messages but more popular and modern communication tools."
After a pause, he softly negotiated with Shi Che, "President Shi, how about I help you set up a WeChat account now?"
Shi Che paused for a moment, his brows knitted together, then, without a word, he took out his phone and handed it to Xiao Zhao.
"Go ahead." His voice was as cool and distant as ever.
Xiao Zhao held his phone, but couldn’t help but snort with laughter.
When Shi Che and Xiao Zhao were heading downstairs, there were guests in the living room.
Xiao Zhao glanced and saw Ling Yunshu seated next to Mrs. Shi, chatting with her. Find the newest release on Nove1Fire.net
He didn’t walk over but merely bowed from a distance to Mrs. Shi, then bid farewell to Shi Che and left the old house.
Shi Che’s dark eyes swept over as well, and just as Ling Yunshu looked his way, their eyes met. She seemed to tremble, her eyes quickly darting, and then turned back to Mrs. Shi, "Madam... I suddenly remembered I have something to do later, so I’ll be leaving now."
Ling Yunshu rarely visited, and Mrs. Shi had wanted to keep her for dinner before she left; she was reluctant to let her go. "You just arrived, what’s the hurry? Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. I’ve already told the kitchen to cook your meal, so stay for dinner before you go."
Ling Yunshu couldn’t help but take another look at Shi Che. His black eyes were deep and impenetrable, yet they lacked any intimidating chill, which gave her a glimmer of hope.
Considering how deeply Ling Chuxia had hurt Shi Che in Lin City, leading to his severe illness upon return, could it be... there was a chance his feelings had changed?