Not until the office door had closed did Shen Yi look away and lower his head to continue his work.
At that moment, Fang Xian felt far from comfortable, holding her ginger tea as she left, she always felt that the people in the office area outside were staring at her.
Fang Xian’s face flushed, and she quickly made her way to the elevator, pressing the down button.
With every second while waiting for the elevator, Fang Xian felt humiliated, constantly keeping her head down, not daring to look anywhere.
Only when the elevator arrived and Fang Xian stepped in, quickly pressing the button for her floor, did she let out a heavy sigh of relief as the doors closed.
"Assistant Chen, what’s going on?" The people in the office, seeing that she had left, couldn’t help but ask curiously.
Assistant Chen merely glanced in the direction of Shen Yi’s office and then said indifferently, "Just an irrelevant person."
With one sentence, everyone understood what had happened. Two of the women shook their heads, "Ignorant."
"There’s no helping it, they haven’t worked with Manager Shen, no, President Shen, and they don’t know his personality."
"Exactly, all these years, I’ve only seen President Shen being gentle with Mrs. Shen; apart from her, he’s always somewhat distant with others."
"Alright, get back to work and let’s try to knock off early," Assistant Chen interrupted the gossiping discussion.
When Fang Xian returned to the ground floor, she happened to run into Zhang Yang. He saw the cup in her hand and casually asked, "Didn’t you take it up for President Shen?"
They had all been caught in the rain at the construction site earlier, and upon returning to the company, Fang Xian had made some ginger tea, delivering a cup to him before mentioning she’d take one up to President Shen as well.
He naturally agreed, but now she was back with the cup in hand; what had happened?
Fang Xian smiled at Zhang Yang, though her smile was somewhat forced, "President Shen doesn’t like ginger tea, so I brought it back down."
Zhang Yang, who had been battling in the workplace for many years, seemed to instantly understand something upon seeing Fang Xian’s slightly awkward demeanor.
He nodded, "Indeed, the taste of ginger tea isn’t that great. It’s normal for us not to know his preferences since we haven’t worked directly with President Shen. Let Assistant Chen take care of such matters in the future."
The implication was clear: Fang Xian should not bother with such things from now on.
Fang Xian’s expression stiffened a bit more, and she couldn’t help but grip the cup tightly, eventually managing to control her emotions and offering Zhang Yang another smile, "Understood."
Zhang Yang nodded and walked away. He didn’t mind if his colleagues were somewhat calculating, as long as they didn’t involve him.
Watching Zhang Yang walk away, Fang Xian pretended to be nonchalant as she made her way to the pantry, then turned around and closed the pantry door behind her.
Setting down the cup, Fang Xian drew a deep breath, her eyes beginning to redden.
She had been genuinely concerned that President Shen might catch a cold and had kindly brought him ginger tea, so why did he treat her with such an attitude? Say those words?
She hadn’t meant anything else; she was just worried he would catch a cold!
Even Director Zhang had said such things; did they all think she had ulterior motives?
The more Fang Xian thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt, and her eyes grew increasingly red.
After staying in the pantry for quite some time, Fang Xian gradually calmed down. She raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, then poured out the ginger tea, washed the cup, and placed it back in the sterilizer.