Chapter 445: We’ll Know by Asking Tomorrow
She sent another private message—[I saw the fan club you built for me. If you don’t mind, can we exchange contact information?].
The message was read almost immediately this time, too.
Perhaps Little Baby couldn’t sit still. After waiting for two minutes, he replied to her, [No need to].
Pfft, was the little guy still playing the game of hiding his fame and power with her?
[Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear and that made you misunderstand. I don’t mean anything else, I just saw the pinned comment under my post. If it’s convenient, please leave a contact method.].
Several minutes passed after this message, and once the other side read it, there was no intention of replying.
Rong Yan sent him another message: [Is it inconvenient? Then, may I ask what the initials in your nickname stand for?]
Right after she sent this message, the other party went offline!
Rong Yan was one hundred percent sure that the president of her fan club was Little Baby!
Shortly after the other party went offline, she also logged off quickly, and sent a message to the little guy with her phone, “Rest early, I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”
Then, without waiting for Little Baby to reply, she put down her phone, stretched lazily, and walked out.
Whether Duidui was the mysterious president of her fan club or not, she would find out after she picked up Little Baby tomorrow and asked properly.
As for that certain someone, it had been almost two hours, and it seemed he was still not done with his work.
Rong Yan walked out of her room in slippers. The living room was empty as expected—no one was there.
She frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of nourishing honey water and brewed a cup of coffee, carrying the tray to the study.
“Knock knock,” she tapped a few times, and then someone’s voice came from inside the study.
Shortly after, Gu Ming opened the door for her, and upon seeing what was on the tray in her hands, he looked surprised, “Miss Rong…”
Rong Yan craned her neck trying to get a look inside but unfortunately didn’t see much. She asked him, “Is Li Shengxiao around, still busy?”
Gu Ming stood awkwardly at the door, not daring to step aside, and said, “Mr. Li still has some things to finish.”
“Miss Rong, let me do that,” he said, reaching out to take the prepared honey water and coffee from Rong Yan and apologetically added, “Mr. Li doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s working on something. Maybe you could, Miss Rong…”
A president becomes a workaholic once he starts working, and he hates being disturbed by anyone!
There was once a female secretary who, believing her good looks afforded her special privileges, liked to find excuses to linger around the president. One time she collided head-on with the president’s busy schedule. She insisted on bringing coffee into the office and ended up being fired on the spot, unable to mix in Capital City ever again!
Of course, he didn’t think Rong Yan would end up like that secretary; what concerned him was that if the president’s mood was spoiled by the disturbance, he might snap at Miss Rong.
If Miss Rong became upset then… Gu Ming felt like he would be the unlucky one stuck in the middle.
Before Gu Ming could finish suggesting that Rong Yan wait in the living room, a deep and mellow male voice called out from inside.
Gu Ming couldn’t believe it and turned back, catching the man’s relaxed demeanor. He swallowed his words and moved aside, quickly correcting himself, “Miss Rong, please come in.”
He was wrong; his mind just couldn’t catch up.
Is Miss Rong just an ordinary person to Mr. Li?
Can any woman be cherished to the bone by the president?