Chapter 804: Chapter 687: Liking You Since the First Glance (Part 28_2)
Hasn’t she lost a lot of weight?
Lai Wei also feels quite sorry for Jian Dan.
Thinking from her perspective, if she were in Jian Dan’s position, she’d also be interested in Bo Qin.
Outstanding people always attract others’ attention; that’s a timeless truth.
Close to midnight, Jian Dan was woken up by Lai Wei. Her eyes still carried a hazy look, "Weiwei, is it morning?"
Lai Wei was taken aback, then laughed, "Yeah, it’s morning. Aren’t you getting up?"
Her eyes suddenly opened wide; she realized she’d been tricked. Jian Dan didn’t get angry; instead, she smiled warmly at her, "Weiwei, you’re so nice. Let’s go upstairs and watch the fireworks."
Just as they reached the rooftop, swoosh—
Noises came from afar, followed by fireworks bursting into brilliant colors in the sky, illuminating everything. Jian Dan’s smile slowly faded, her hand in her pocket clutching her phone.
Lai Wei walked over to her, "How about sending a message to Uncle Qin? Consider it a New Year greeting."
Jian Dan’s eyebrows drooped, "It’s probably not a good idea. He might not want to receive a message from me."
Lai Wei felt sorry for her. How much affection does it take to become so cautious?
She wanted to tell Jian Dan not to overthink. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. But she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She took a couple of steps forward and hugged her shoulder, "Little Jian Dan, don’t be so negative. You really don’t need to overly guess if he’s happy or not. Just see it as a junior greeting an elder. Keep it simple."
Jian Dan was startled, slowly nodded, "Okay, I’ll send it now."
"Jian Dan: Uncle Qin, Happy New Year. Also, the fireworks are beautiful this year. I’m watching them from the rooftop and even made dumplings. It’s been a fulfilling day."
Bo Qin saw the message late at night. When the message arrived, he didn’t have his phone with him. It was in the bedroom while he was handling some matters in the study. By the time he saw it, it was already past three in the morning.
Even if he replied, Jian Dan wouldn’t see it.
Looking at the message from the young girl, his lips curved into a smile.
...
Early the next day, Secretary Zhou and Meng Xue went shopping for snacks and New Year’s goods, hurriedly delivering them to Jian Dan’s villa. In the car, Meng Xue kept yawning, "Secretary Zhou, are you even human? I only got home on the twenty-ninth, barely slept for a bit yesterday, and you dragged me out early this morning. Can’t we take it a bit easier?"
Meng Xue’s eyes were red, clearly from staying up too long.
Secretary Zhou wasn’t guilty at all, "Don’t think that I don’t know you’ve been trying to replace me. Young lady, staying up all night won’t beat me. A brain is a good thing, but apparently, you don’t have one."
Meng Xue got so mad that her sleepiness vanished completely, wanting to smash her phone on Secretary Zhou’s shameless head, "No wonder you’re still single at your age; there’s definitely a reason."
Secretary Zhou’s mouth twitched, "With my qualifications, if I wanted to find a girl to marry, there’d be a line waiting for me to choose from."
Meng Xue yawned again, sleepy, "Of course, but who knows if they’ll love you more or your money more."
Secretary Zhou: "..."
He just woke up a bit early; why so much resentment, even cursing him?
Secretary Zhou was frustrated, "Meng Xue, do you have any conscience left saying this? We’re partners, you curse me like this; doesn’t your conscience ache?"
"You disturb people’s sweet dreams early morning, does your conscience ache?"
"Does that equate? " Secretary Zhou really wanted to pry open this girl’s head to take a good look inside.
Meng Xue leaned her head against the backrest, "Forget it, I’m not talking to you; I’m so tired. Don’t wake me until we reach Little Jian Dan’s place, thanks."
Secretary Zhou: "..."
Unexpectedly, racing on the highway, Meng Xue slept quite soundly. Secretary Zhou’s resentment deepened by the minute; he must be crazy to seek out trouble so early.
Stuck in traffic for an hour, Meng Xue slowly woke up, blinking in disbelief at the situation before turning to mock Secretary Zhou, "This is the result of your impatience to get me out the door sooner? Are you satisfied, Secretary Zhou?"
This mockery was almost too obvious.
Secretary Zhou pursed his lips, not to stoop to her level.
After the traffic jam cleared, they reached Jian Dan’s villa. The courtyard gates were tightly shut. Meng Xue got out of the car, a look of confusion crossing her face, "Could it be Little Jian Dan isn’t home?"
She ran over to ring the doorbell, but there was no response.
No one came to the door either, so Secretary Zhou walked over, "I have the keys. Let’s go in and see."