Time shifted from early morning to noon.
Gu Zixuan just sat there quietly all along.
It wasn’t until the phone rang that she snapped back to reality.
Seeing the name displayed on the screen, she chuckled lightly and slowly slid to answer.
On the other end, He Qimo was obviously taken aback for a moment.
Then, his deep voice came through the receiver, "Are you at home?"
"I brought a folder home yesterday, could you put it away for me? In a few days, there will be a board meeting, it needs to be presented."
"..." After a moment of silence, He Qimo asked, "Is there anything else?"
"No, wasn’t it you who called?"
He Qimo didn’t respond, and shortly after, the beeping sound of the disconnected line came through the receiver...
After hanging up, He Qimo stared at the darkened phone screen, took a drag of his cigarette, and furrowed his brows deeply.
Beside him, his assistant Liang Xi looked nervously at the phone screen and said, "How was it? Wasn’t the call from Madam this morning?"
Liang Xi had stayed with He Qimo all night, noting the oddities in this morning’s call, but Miss Zhou had been clinging to the boss tightly, leaving him no time to return the call.
He Qimo shook his head and said, "Not sure."
Then he walked from the floor-to-ceiling window to his desk and began reviewing documents.
Liang Xi looked at his back, sighed deeply, paused slightly, and walked into the break room.
In no time, a cup of steaming stomach relief granules was placed beside He Qimo.
At home, Gu Zixuan listened to the busy signal from the other end after the straightforward hang-up, let out a self-mocking chuckle, put the phone down, and began to run her fingers through her hair while looking for the supposedly important folder.
After searching the small study, the bedside cabinet, and the bookshelf in the bedroom thoroughly once over,
Gu Zixuan was startled.
A meeting document stored in a manila envelope would certainly be very important and confidential. He Qimo is not someone who carelessly throws things around; if he said he brought it home, he must have truly brought it home. But where could it be?
Unwilling to give up, Gu Zixuan searched carefully again, even bending down to peek under the bed. Original content can be found at novel{f}ire.net
Until abruptly raising her head, she suddenly looked at the beige silk quilt, and a realization struck her mind.
Gu Zixuan’s heart trembled heavily, and she furrowed her brows.
At night, the house door flung open, and He Xiaoqi came in, changing to slippers in the foyer with a handbag in hand, humming a tune along the way.
The outfit borrowed from Gu Zixuan yesterday had made her the center of attention, despite not fitting her height and figure perfectly. Still, the price and taste were undeniable, making many ladies envious.
Thinking of Gu Zixuan’s dazzling wardrobe, He Xiaoqi’s eyes flashed with a calculating cold smile as she walked.
However, as soon as she passed the stairs, she was so startled that she almost fell down from the top step.
On the second floor, with no lights on, a dark figure stood leaning against the wall.
In the darkness, the other person’s eyes were filled with anger.
The next moment, before He Xiaoqi could scream, Gu Zixuan grabbed her wrist and yanked her into the bedroom.
After locking the door with another agile move, Gu Zixuan pushed He Xiaoqi onto the bed.
"He Xiaoqi! Was it you who took the stuff?"
Gu Zixuan went straight to the point.
He Xiaoqi, somewhat dizzied by the push, got up from the bed and said irritably, "Yes, I took it, so what!"
"You!" Gu Zixuan, her eyes reddened, took a deep breath, stepping forward, "Where did you hide it? Give it back, it’s urgent."
"Give it back to you? Ha," regaining her composure, He Xiaoqi sneered, flicked her short hair, and stood up leisurely, "Too late, I sold it!"