Before Li Jiao had even stepped out of Li Shiyun’s office, her phone rang in her hand.
She glanced at the string of numbers displayed on the screen and couldn’t help feeling pleasantly surprised, a dazzling smile instantly blooming across her face.
She hadn’t expected her little husband to be so considerate and proactive.
“Hello~” As she answered the call, Li Jiao quickly stepped into the private elevator, her voice lilting upward, her whole being radiating delight.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was you who called,” Song Li Sheng’s apologetic tone was sincere on the other end.
“It’s fine, no need to apologize. Do I seem like the kind of person who nitpicks over every little thing~” Li Jiao reclined on her leather sofa, shamelessly stating this.
Song Li Sheng let out a very soft chuckle through his nose: “I just felt I should apologize.”
“Alright then. Actually, I called to thank you, but instead you ended up apologizing to me. I’m very satisfied with the person you sent—they’ve been a great help.”
“It’s only right, after all… we’re married now.” Song Li Sheng paused for a few seconds before speaking those last words.
There was none of the previous urgency to distance himself from their relationship.
He now held his breath, waiting for Li Jiao’s reaction to this statement.
And Li Jiao’s reaction was no reaction.
Nodding while lying on the sofa, she said: “Hmm, you’re absolutely right!”
She was quite satisfied with Song Li Sheng’s awareness.
It seemed her male consort hadn’t picked up the bad habits of modern men and still retained the traditional virtues of ancient gentlemen.
“Knock-knock—” Before Li Jiao could finish mentally praising Song Li Sheng, knocking sounds came from the door.
She had almost forgotten she scheduled a meeting with the vice president in charge of artists.
“Can’t talk now, I have matters to attend to here,” she said while moving behind her desk. “Remember to check WeChat! I sent you a friend request.”
Song Li Sheng had maintained the same posture—sitting perfectly still before his computer while holding his phone—for a very long time.
If not for his constantly furrowed brows and expression of facing a formidable enemy, Jiang Chen might have thought the Boss had not only left work unprecedentedly early but had also unprecedentedly fallen asleep sitting up.
Holding the coffee delivered at the scheduled time, Jiang Chen observed Song Li Sheng’s current expression and momentarily hesitated about whether he should enter.
He could only stand at the doorway, knocking on the glass door again with the back of his hand.
Great, President Song still ignored him.
He could only tiptoe to the desk and place the coffee down.
Song Li Sheng often became this absorbed, oblivious to all sounds, when immersed in work.
Jiang Chen assumed today was no different.
Yet when the cup made faint contact with the desktop, producing a tiny clinking sound—
Song Li Sheng started like a bird hearing a bowstring twang, swiftly covering his phone: “What are you doing?”He turned with a gloomy glare, demanding in a tone laced with anger at having his secret discovered, the atmosphere around him growing heavy.”
Jiang Chen involuntarily shivered. Having known Song Li Sheng for so many years, even though he was well aware of the man’s true nature, confronting it suddenly still made him somewhat apprehensive.
“It’s time… bringing you your coffee…”
Song Li Sheng narrowed his eyes, assessing Jiang Chen’s demeanor. Nothing seemed amiss—he didn’t appear to have seen anything he shouldn’t have.
“Do you always walk without making a sound?”
It’s only because I didn’t want to interrupt your train of thought.
Jiang Chen grumbled internally but could only say aloud: “That’s my fault. I’ll make sure to correct it.”
“Just this once, you may leave.”
Quiet returned to the room.
Song Li Sheng slowly exhaled a heavy breath before reopening his phone.
The screen clearly displayed the contact editing page.
Yes, he had been agonizing over what to save Li Jiao as in his contacts.
“Wife” was the first to be ruled out, and terms like “sweetheart,” “honey,” or “baby” weren’t even in Song Li Sheng’s consideration.
He wasn’t that sentimental or nauseating, and besides, their relationship hadn’t reached that level yet.
Actually, he was only hesitating between using her full name or… “Jiaojiao”?
Song Li Sheng leaned toward the latter, but every time his fingers typed the first syllable, he would press his lips together, delete it, and fall back into indecision.
After a long and repetitive cycle of deletions and revisions, Jiang Chen’s sudden appearance prompted Song Li Sheng to finally type “Li Jiao.”
If someone accidentally saw his screen, wouldn’t it…
Wouldn’t it what?
At this thought, his ink-dark eyes trembled slightly. He didn’t dare to think further, quickly cutting off the train of thought as if hiding something, and swiftly opened WeChat.
But he deliberately didn’t set a contact name for WeChat.
Li Jiao’s WeChat username was simply “Jiao.”
Song Li Sheng looked at the chat history. Although there was only one system-generated message saying “I’m Li Jiao,” he felt completely satisfied, his eyes sparkling as he set the phone aside.
It had been a long time since Li Jiao had a proper conversation with Song Li Sheng.
After their last phone call, they had almost no other communication.
The reason was simple: Li Jiao had been extremely busy lately, leaving early and returning late, only exchanging brief greetings in the morning and evening.
Fortunately, she finally managed to sort out the company’s current situation before the variety show began filming, quietly replacing several people across various departments.
Lin Ru’s variety show planning was nearly complete, with filming scheduled to start in about a week.
Li Jiao signed off on the project funding plan with a flourish. This travel variety show had now fully become Gardenia Star’s major production of the year.
Well, she could let anyone suffer but herself—she had always been generous when it came to her own comfort.
Feeling that everything was now in place and waiting only for the right opportunity to soar, Li Jiao was in high spirits.
So, before leaving work, she treated the entire company to afternoon tea.
When the employees received their coffee and cakes and saw the brand printed on the bags, their eyes widened in surprise.
It was the most expensive dessert shop in the city—the one they had always wanted to try but couldn’t afford!
At that moment, Li Jiao was leaning against the second-floor railing, wearing her signature sunglasses and smiling. “Everyone has been working hard lately. You can leave early today.”
“!!! Thank you, President Li!”
Cheers erupted from the employees below.
Employees on other floors, holding their gift bags and not fully understanding the situation, joined in the cheers upon hearing the key phrase “leave early.””
Deed done, robes brushed, leaving no trace behind.
Amid the cheers, Li Jiao turned away, not batting an eye as hundreds of thousands flowed from her hands.
“What would you like for dinner? Order anything you want!” she said to Li Shiyun.
Her own people deserved special rewards.
Song Li Sheng sat on the living room sofa in the vast villa, not a single light turned on. The white glow from the screen illuminated his face from below, clashing with the slanted moonlight streaming through the window.
The two beams of light intersected on his face, creating mottled patches of illumination.
This made his lips—devoid of any curve—appear even colder, and his already gloomy expression began to take on a sinister edge.
He knew Li Jiao had gone out to dine with someone tonight, and his mood had already been sour.
But when he received news that Li Jiao had gone to a bar for drinks after dinner, Song Li Sheng could barely control the expression on his face. The darkness in his eyes deepened like spreading ink.
Did she not know how low her alcohol tolerance was?!
At this thought, the hand clutching his phone suddenly bulged with protruding veins, almost bursting through his pale skin.
He wished he could drag her back from that chaotic bar immediately.