It was twilight, hazy and dim.
The clouds in the post-rain sky gradually dispersed, and the struggling, oblique setting sun revealed its remaining glow, casting long, slanted shadows of the figures below.
Near the parking lot.
"Are you sure it’s okay to go back with her?" Li Cheng asked, holding a cigarette, his eyes scrutinizing Luoyu not far away.
This person had barely spoken since he appeared, staying behind his sister the entire time.
He seemed to have the air of someone trained, and Li Cheng felt she looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her and couldn’t figure out why.
Standing under the slanting sun, Li Qiao looked towards the distant sky and responded leisurely, "Yeah, it’s fine. You and Nan Xin go ahead with your business, don’t worry about me."
After the annulment of the engagement, Li Cheng and Nan Xin were to return to the border in a few days.
There were still some trivial matters to be dealt with, and there wasn’t much time left.
Li Cheng narrowed his cold eyes and licked his cheek, "Alright, send me a message when you get home."
Li Qiao answered, said goodbye to Nan Xin, and then turned to walk towards Luoyu.
Before long, Nan Xin’s red sports car drove Li Cheng out of the sports field first.
In the SUV, Li Qiao sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed and resting.
The aftereffects of the alcohol she had drunk earlier were kicking in, making her feel drowsy.
Luoyu drove, occasionally glancing at her and gripping the steering wheel tighter, suddenly breaking the silence, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Boss Shang about the thing with the patient’s medical records?"
At the sound, Li Qiao lazily lifted her eyelids, turned her head to find a more comfortable position, and spoke slowly, "I didn’t ask you to leave at the time, so I’m not worried about you blabbering afterwards."
It seemed that every time she confronted Li Qiao, she never gained the upper hand.
From that point on, Luoyu stopped talking, wearing a stern face, she increased the speed of the car, heading towards the Li family villa.
The next morning, Li Qiao was printing documents in the office.
As the time neared ten o’clock, the door to the director’s office was pushed open.
Standing in front of the printer, Li Qiao looked up and saw Shang Yu entering the office, a suit jacket casually draped over his arm, his shirt neatly buttoned all the way to the top, exuding an aura of composed elegance.
In her ears echoed the words he had said: In the workplace, one must dress appropriately.
Li Qiao observed his neatly pressed shirt, buttoned to the Adam’s apple, serious yet exuding a hint of austere sexiness.
Her voice faltered as she retracted her gaze and took the documents from the printer.
At that moment, Shang Yu casually threw his suit jacket over the back of a chair, sat down, and tapped the desk, his thin lips curving slightly, "Are you free tonight?"
Li Qiao returned to her desk, her mouth curving into a smile, "Is Master Yan asking me out?"
The man smoothly pulled out a folder, looking at her leisurely, "Qiu Huan wants to invite you to dinner."
Oh, getting ahead of myself!
Li Qiao met Shang Yu’s deep and teasing gaze with a hint of sarcasm, curling her lip, "If he wants to invite me to dinner, why didn’t he ask me himself?"
"He doesn’t have your phone number," the man replied, looking at the documents, his expression unchanged.
If Qiu Huan, who was at the machine factory, heard this, he might curse. What nonsense!
Why would he dare to ask Li Qiao out himself, does Shang Shaoyan have no idea?
If he actually dared to invite Li Qiao alone, wouldn’t Boss Shang level his machine factory to the ground?
As the end of the workday approached, Li Qiao finished sorting out all her work and was about to shut down the computer when she unexpectedly heard Shang Yu speak up, "How is your relationship with Li Shaoquan?"
Li Qiao’s action of shutting down paused, as she looked towards the boss’s desk.
Shang Yu also timely shifted his gaze from the computer screen, eyebrows raised, as if waiting for her answer.