The weather is so hot, having a cup of iced milk tea is both refreshing and quenching.
Mu Shuoqian seemed to have little interest, simply said "Just put it there" and lowered his head to continue reading the document.
Gu Qili felt snubbed and thus took her milk tea to sit on the sofa. Seeing many books on the bookshelf next to her, she couldn’t help but ask, "Can I read these books?"
He didn’t speak but pressed the intercom button, his voice was clear and pleasant: "Ask Manager Li to come in."
Gu Qili saw that he had ignored her, and suddenly remembered that he once said she could read his books whenever, so she boldly stated, "Then I’m going to read, okay?"
After saying that, she walked over to the bookshelf, picked out a book, and sat on the sofa, browsing through it while sipping her milk tea.
In the meantime, Manager Li knocked on the door and entered. Seeing another person in the office, he looked as if he had seen a ghost, startled.
No, in their building, even female ghosts were not allowed to linger, because their CEO detested women.
Manager Li was so fixated on Gu Qili that he didn’t notice the fiery glare from Mu Shuoqian.
"Li Ruhai." The weighty three words, sharp as a blade, carried an unmistakable dissatisfaction that was palpable. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on N0velFire.ɴet
Li Ruhai shivered instantly, shifted his gaze, and lowered his head, saying, "Young Master Qian."
Mu Shuoqian flung a file at him with such force that two pages flew out, indicating the strength of his throw: "Take it back and redo it."
Li Ruhai, scared out of his wits, gathered the two pages and organized them properly.
"If you don’t do it well this time, bring your resignation along," he said with an awful complexion, his voice bone-chillingly cold. After speaking, he continued to look at the next document.
"Understood, Young Master Qian, I guarantee it will be done well this time," Li Ruhai hurriedly picked up the document and scurried away.
Gu Qili, having watched the excitement, lowered her head to continue reading, but her thoughts were not on the pages.
So this was what he was like when reprimanding someone. Although his face was as cold as three feet of ice, she found him really handsome and cool. What could she do?
Mu Shuoqian glanced at the milk tea in front of him, then at Gu Qili, and said, "Come here."
"Huh?" Gu Qili, holding her milk tea, approached, fearing she might be implicated, immediately flashing a pleasing smile, "What’s up?"
He eyed the milk tea in her hand and beckoned with his finger.
After a moment of realization, looking at her own hand, she asked tentatively, "You want to drink this?"
He narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
"But I’ve drunk from it already."
He remained silent, his firm attitude unchanging.
Gu Qili had no choice but to hand over her half-finished milk tea, the straw already misshapen from her biting it, a habit she had while drinking.
Mu Shuoqian, as if he hadn’t noticed, started to drink from the straw she had used, flipping through files while drinking, his anger seemingly subsiding a bit.
Gu Qili reluctantly took away the untouched cup of milk tea, wondering to herself what kind of quirky preference this was, having a penchant for drinking others’ leftovers. But with another full cup to enjoy, she was quite delighted.
Gu Qili finished two books, and it had already become late, while the workaholic was still poring over the never-ending documents.
She yawned, feeling a bit hungry and drowsy, but didn’t have the heart to hurry him.
Just as Gu Qili was about to pick up the third book, Mu Shuoqian had already stood up, casually picking up his coat from the chair, and glanced at her, "Let’s go."
Gu Qili had been waiting for this moment, immediately grabbed her backpack and the shopping bags, cheerfully followed him out.
"What did you buy for me?" he asked casually, without actually looking at her.