Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“You are…” Xia Ruoxin raised her head to look at the man who called her cousin-in-law, but she realized that she had absolutely no clue where she had seen him before.
“Yah, cousin-in-law, you’re really forgetful.” Du Jingtang took a huge bite out of his burger in a rather unsophisticated manner. “We met at the auction. You couldn’t really have forgotten this face, right?” He pointed to his face with his finger and then realized that he wasn’t using his finger, but the burger in his hand.
This burger ruined his image immediately.
He put down his hand awkwardly and smiled dryly, but he felt slightly defeated at her forgetfulness. He treated her as the woman of his dreams for the first time, but now he realized that she was not interested in him at all. She even forgot such a handsome man like him.
“Oh, it’s you. You’re Du Jingtang?” Xia Ruoxin recalled at this moment. Chu Lui had introduced them that day, but her mind was only filled with Chu Lui by then. She did overlook the faces of some people—for example, this Du Jingtang.
“Yes, yes, that’s me.” Du Jingtang stuffed the burger behind his back. He was relieved that he was not such a failure, and she still had some impression of him.
“You’re here to look for my cousin? He’s in.” Du Jingtang smiled and said to her, but his smile contained something else. Faint, strange, and a little derisive.
Xia Ruoxin nodded her head. “Then, can I go up and take a look?” She glanced at the elevator. She wanted to see him, anticipating something or proving something.
“Sure, he’s on the 18th floor.” Du Jingtang leaned on one side, not pretending anymore. She was no goddess, and so he didn’t care about the image to uphold. His food was more important. He took a bite out of his burger and then took a card out from his pocket.
He placed the card in Xia Ruoxin’s hands. The way he dressed was a little weird, but he was still the confident and free vice president of the Chu Group. As long as no one leaked a photo of him right now, it would be fine. He believed that no one would have the guts to go against him and embarrass him. In this world, Du Jingtang is—first—scared of Chu Lui; second, he hates being embarrassed.
“This is?” Xia Ruoxin looked at the card in her hands, puzzled.
“This is the card for the elevator. Take the one on the far left. That’s for the president and goes straight to the 18th floor. That’s where my cousin’s office is.” Du Jingtang explained patiently, but the smile on his face was slightly too far.
“I got it, thanks.” Xia Ruoxin nodded her head gently and clutched the card in her hand before lifting her lips into a faint smile. It was not a very pretty smile, but it was bright, giving her extremely pale face a little color.
“Thank you.” She thanked him again and then walked towards the elevator he mentioned with the card in her hand.
Du Jingtang withdrew the smile from his face at this moment and took out his phone to call someone.
“Xiao Ai, there will be a woman going to the 18th floor in a while. Don’t stop her; just let her walk in.”
He put back his phone and kept it in his pocket. There was no one outside the elevator floor.
“In fact, you should be thanking me. There are some things that can’t be solved even if you give it time. I just want you to end it earlier. It’s better to deal with painful things quickly, had to just rip the Band-Aid off now. It’s just a momentary pain, and you’ll live. Any more than this, and you’ll die.”