Chapter 03 Vienna Coffee

"I want to vomit blood." The male voice behind seemed to be disheartened.

Half a month's time has passed in the blink of an eye, as media letters are sent out in an orderly manner and guests are invited. One can contentedly observe that everything is proceeding smoothly. This situation makes it hard to perceive that time is still slowly passing; one only feels that there are endless tasks to complete every minute, and that each subsequent minute is reasonably scheduled.

A hint of amusement mixed in the depths of his profound eyes, seemingly indifferent: "Alright." She turned and left, a few strands of hair falling down, carried by the gentle breeze behind her head. Han Ziyang felt a stir in his heart, naturally sensing her displeasure. He suppressed the impulse to chase after her and explain, pausing for a few seconds, watching Jun Mo's silhouette as she walked away.

These words were spoken with such fluency that they made Sister Ling unable to stop laughing. She pointed with her chin towards the window, where a white sports car was passing by: "Your Supreme Treasure must at least drive a car like this to catch your eye, right"

Sister Chen, as usual, organized the morning's documents, emails, and schedule by 9 o'clock and delivered them to her superior for review. Upon entering the room, she furrowed her brows as Han Ziyang placed his left hand on his stomach while flipping through a large stack of documents, his eyes slightly squinting

Ma Chujing squeezed next to Jun Mo and said, "Come on, Manager Li, let's have another drink."

"Mr. Han," Ma Chujing, who is usually elusive, suddenly appeared beside him, which he was quite accustomed to. "If that's the case, I can understand why the model needs to be changed," Ma Chujing said with an ambiguous smile, his gaze directed towards the backstage.

Han Ziyang was wearing a white shirt. From the moment she entered, my gaze never left her, stirring up indescribable emotions. When our eyes met, she smiled gently—my heart suddenly lost its rhythm, and my expression stiffened, as if I had forgotten how to smile. I could only disguise my feelings by lowering my head and taking a bite of the cold dish.

She gazed listlessly at the table full of delicacies, but her eyes fell upon the man across from her—she knew he was the one treating, as Ma Chujing had mentioned this over the phone, though she had thought he was merely picking up the bill—yet he had truly come.

Han Ziyang nodded slightly: "Goodbye"

Upon entering the room, Jun Mo instinctively went to the bathroom to check if there were any strands of hair in the bathtub and whether the towels were neatly arranged. After a while, she remembered that it was not her turn to be on duty today, and there was no need to be anxious. She couldn't help but lament that her mind had become muddled. However, the more fatigued her body became, the more she tossed and turned in bed, wondering if Miss Liao would once again erupt in anger demanding a change of bed linens. She drowsily closed her eyes, and in her dreams, that figure always lingered, so close yet worlds apart. Until she suddenly woke up, her fingers gripping the pristine bed sheets tightly, the tidy business room unconsciously coming into view, yet her mind was filled with the image of her grandfather weakly leaning on the hospital bed, tightly grasping her wrist.

He spoke implicitly, "not suitable for solitude"—thus using her as a shield can also be understood, Jun Mo smiled faintly

Will there be any future collaborations with Nan Dai?" Ma Chujing asked with some anticipation, "I really am not used to it when no one is squeezing me out all of a sudden

Han Ziyang took a sip of juice without answering, his calm expression carrying a hint of a smile, yet he only said: "The press conference last night went very well, and our board members are quite satisfied."

During the morning meeting, General Manager Xu highly praised the teamwork with Rui Ming, which made Jun Mo feel elated. Unable to contain her delight, she cast a few triumphant glances at Enping, only to notice Xu Youyi's gaze. She quickly restrained her expression and sat properly until the meeting concluded. After the meeting, she approached Manager Fei of the General Affairs Department to request time off, citing that she had overexerted herself recently and needed to recuperate. Manager Fei shook his head helplessly but granted her two days off, noting that they had recently completed the work with Rui Ming and there were no pressing matters at hand. Jun Mo felt a surge of joy in her heart, repeatedly expressing her gratitude, and suddenly found herself invigorated to work.

It is rare that Han Ziyang did not deny it; he merely frowned and said, "You talk too much"

Someone immediately greeted: "Is Manager Li here?"

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the lighting is rather dim, making it difficult to resist the urge to doze off. I pinched myself hard on the other arm to force myself to wake up a bit, and I heard Ma Chujing's voice saying: "Did you see that old man? The first venture capital investment from Ruiming was made by him."

Manager Li, I would like to explain my behavior that morning. His voice was gentle and calm, compelling Jun Mo to meet his gaze, while Han Ziyang seemed well-prepared, slowly saying: "That morning, my situation was awkward, you know, Miss Liao and I..." He thought for a moment: "It was not suitable to be alone, so I caught up with you and said a few words."

Jun Mo squinted slightly, feeling that this scene was so familiar... He was also standing in front of the podium in the school auditorium, his demeanor gentle, and his voice remained as it usually was: "Since I started as a student at L University until now as a teacher, I can only strive to repay my teachers, students, and alma mater." Yes, his voice was equally calm, yet no one would doubt his love for the school and for academia. She stood in the corner of the small auditorium, looking through the dense crowd, watching countless junior students stand up and applaud, their youthful faces brimming with vitality, the warmth of the auditorium enveloping them, and every face glowing with a warm hue. His voice was equally calm, yet no one would doubt his love for the school and for academia. She stood in the corner of the small auditorium, looking through the dense crowd, watching countless junior students stand up and applaud, their youthful faces brimming with vitality, the warmth of the auditorium enveloping them, and every face glowing with a warm hue.

Do not be lazy to look back: "What happened?" She felt that everything was fine

"Alright, I will call everyone from Nantai." Ma Chujing, who loves lively gatherings, readily agreed, "Should I also invite your junior?"

After being set up for a full half month, the dismantling took only a few moments, and immediately, the once splendid stage, adorned with elegant figures, appeared desolate and empty. In the fast-paced, high-density life of white-collar workers, who would lament or sigh over such matters? It is far more practical to eagerly await next month's bonus. She dragged her somewhat sluggish steps toward Building 4, secretly thinking that after completing this task at tomorrow's regular meeting, even without a bonus, she would have to force the boss to grant her two days off.

Oh. Understood—I will do my best to gather everyone I can, boss, so as not to disappoint you

Although Jun Mo claims it is just casual conversation, wearing a work uniform inevitably leads the restaurant staff to misunderstand that she has come to inspect the work. Moreover, this kind of impression is not good, and she does not wish to sit for long.

They are all cunning individuals! They must be scheming against each other!" commented Ma Chujing

What pulled Jun Mo back from his memories was the exclamations ahead; it was already time for the model runway show. Nowadays, beautiful women have truly become a special breed that can stand on their own. Jun Mo smiled with a hint of sarcasm—yet people are inherently drawn to beauty and repelled by ugliness, it is in their nature.

Do not rush, after taking a few bites of the meal, he turned and left: "Please take your time, gentlemen."

This day had been prepared for a long time, and Jun Mo walked to the backstage, suddenly feeling dazzled by the sight—models and beautiful women gathered, each one slender and delicate. Such a scene was something Jun Mo could not handle; he would rather repeatedly confirm the situation on site, carefully check the seating arrangements for the guests, and even the security department kept calling to inquire about the parking spaces for the guests.

Be careful. He reached out to support her arm, but did not withdraw immediately. In that fleeting moment, Jun Mo only felt awkward. He retracted his hand, the earlier scene flashing in his mind; she was with her colleagues, and it would not be like this, always graceful and elegant, presenting the polished demeanor of a professional woman

Han Ziyang seemed to have gained some interest, raising his eyes to look outside the glass window. In the extremely high and transparent space, people seemed to float, rising and falling—recently, his own emotions had been quite similar. The sunlight danced and flickered, reminding him of those eyes that shimmered with a glass-like brilliance—thus, he smiled faintly and asked: "Who dares to squeeze you out?"

Sister Chen glared at him fiercely: "Regardless of public or private matters, I do not approve of you staying in a hotel. Since the headquarters has already relocated, you should also settle down somewhere."

Han Ziyang then put down the juice in his hand and laughed, "Am I not familiar with him? As far as I know, this is the only time he hasn't fallen out with a partner."

Jun Mo occasionally encounters Han Ziyang at the hotel, where she greets him with a smile, and he always nods and smiles back. Clearly, the special dinner they had that night did not affect anything. Jun Mo feels much more at ease, believing that rather than getting entangled with others in the complexities of real life, it is better to indulge in the trivial gossip and entertainment news about celebrities.

Ma Chujing murmured, "Look at that—the spotlight has been completely stolen by the model. This is the mobile phone launch event I have been working on for so long!" He then cast a glance at Han Ziyang in the audience, his gaze filled with intense resentment.

Do you think so little of me? My ideal partner must be well-educated and profoundly knowledgeable, preferably also humble and noble, for I have never been one to judge by social status

Ma Chujing's eyes were wide open, resembling the sorrowful autumn waters: "Am I really that detestable?"

Ma Chujing walked into a group of girls, wearing a smile.

Through the dazzling flashes and the noisy crowd, Han Ziyang had actually spotted the woman standing in the corner as soon as he entered. She seemed to be slightly lost in thought, her eyes gently lowered, unconsciously emanating an aura akin to a water lily floating in this transient world, quietly unwilling to disturb anyone. As he walked past her, he could no longer resist casting his gaze in her direction, yet that single glance ultimately startled her. Jun Mo instinctively hid behind a large mobile phone advertisement board, momentarily taken aback. She thought to herself, what was she hiding from? In such a grand hall, the crystal chandelier sparkled like the stars beyond the sky, everything was as bright and open as could be.

It is evident that it is a stomach issue. Sister Chen put down the documents and, familiar with the surroundings, walked to the right side of the office, pulling out a drawer from the spacious floor-to-ceiling cabinet. She placed the stomach medicine and a cup of warm water in front of Han Ziyang, and in a businesslike tone, she reprimanded: "President Han, what time did you work until last night? Haven't I told you that you shouldn't eat instant noodles anymore? Even if you are lazy, can't you just make a call to the kitchen to have a late-night snack delivered?"

The timing was indeed perfect as Liao Qingya approached the table. Jun Mo greeted her with a smile, saying, "Miss Liao, good morning." He then waved to signal the waiter to clear the table. She turned to find the head waiter to discuss a few matters. Just as she was about to reach the door, she was surprised to see Han Ziyang striding towards her, looking down at her from a height, and in a very serious tone said, "Manager Li, this collaboration has been very successful, and I am quite satisfied with your service."

Xu You naturally navigated this occasion with grace, currently persuading a young man to drink. Jun Mo glanced over, noticing that the man seemed unfamiliar with the ways of alcohol, having been poured several glasses in quick succession. His face was slightly flushed when looking at Xu You—whether from the effects of the alcohol or for some other reason was unclear. Nan Dai was abundant with beautiful women, and Rui Ming was also filled with young elites, making it likely that this meal would lead to many favorable outcomes.

She could not help but indulge in her thoughts, completely unaware that the seats around her had long been in disarray. People were crossing paths, toasting and laughing with one another. At this table, it seemed that only two individuals remained unmoved, each harboring their own concerns

You must not hold back your laughter: "We are all young talents, and time is money"

Han Ziyang remained silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Have I ever told you that the board of directors is very satisfied with this event?"

She turned her head back, and Han Ziyang entered from the side door accompanied by an extremely beautiful woman. She couldn't help but glance back at Xiao Liang. Xiao Liang stuck out his tongue at her, clearly still remembering the guest from that night.

It was yet another call from the security department, as several media outlets temporarily requested an increase in the number of attendees. Jun Mo held the phone and looked around, trying to find Xiao Chen from the Ruiming Public Relations Department, as the list of media was determined by Ruiming itself, which was beyond her decision-making authority. After glancing around and not seeing him, she quickly reported a series of numbers, instructing them to contact on their own. After hanging up the phone, she suddenly realized that a man had been standing beside her all along; it was Han Ziyang. His gaze was not directed at her, but she was startled to find they were standing so close. She hurriedly took a step back, almost losing her balance: "President Han"

At this moment, the attention of the diners was drawn to a woman entering from outside. With her tall stature and a very small face adorned with sunglasses, she obscured much of her beauty, yet her every gesture was still filled with graceful charm. Jun Mo glanced up briefly, quickly took the last bite of fried noodles, and a vague smile appeared on his face, seeming to be both teasing and deeply understanding.

With eyes like silk, you may not know where this term comes from. She couldn't help but want to see the recipient's reaction, but from the side, Han Ziyang had a blank expression, his gaze showing no hint of ambiguity, seemingly more focused on the phone in the model's hand

Does Mr. Han wake up early every day? He seems to be in great spirits. Jun Mo casually took some fried noodles and a cup of soy milk, sitting opposite Han Ziyang. He, however, had a rather Western breakfast of sandwiches and orange juice. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, asking, "Don't you drink coffee?" Jun Mo was taken aback, replying, "I only think about drinking it when I'm very tired." She looked up at him and asked, "How did you know I like coffee?"

After a moment, Liao Qingya happened to see Ma Chujing and couldn't help but smile, saying, "Director Ma doesn't seem to like me very much"

Since he is unwilling to speak properly, it is of no concern to me. You might as well enjoy the show and comfort him: "Rest assured, in the presence of beauty, even if she hasn't applied nail polish, she can still attract attention. Tomorrow, when she makes the headlines in the entertainment section, who could possibly ignore the phone in her hand?"

"Isn't it always invigorating to work with me?" Ma Chujing said shamelessly as he sat down next to Jun Mo.

In the senior staff cafeteria of Ruiming, during the brief lunch break, Ma Chujing still would not let Han Ziyang off the hook, almost incessantly nagging that as the president, he should not unilaterally change the plans

Liao Qingya had a smile at the corner of her mouth and naturally saw this scene—although she could not hear clearly what the two were talking about. After a long silence, she finally took a sip of warm water and slowly said: "You really woke up early"

Arriving at the largest private room in the Nandai Restaurant, she glanced at her watch and realized it had already been over half an hour. As she pushed open the door, the noise from the three large tables of men and women almost took her breath away. They were all stunningly handsome and beautiful—Nandai has always been renowned for its beauties, and the young men from Ruiming were all good-looking and charming—how could the atmosphere not be harmonious

Enping beside her couldn't help but hum, "Look at Xu You." This is fine, she shifted her attention and looked around.

Standing at the door, taking deep breaths of fresh air, I momentarily felt reluctant to return. The cool air instantly alleviated the warmth on my face, and avoiding the gaze from across the way, I always felt an infinite sense of freedom

Thus, she has justifiable reasons to spend ample time in the café, contentedly watching the evening glow gradually spread from one side of the city, as if the richly colored satin could dispel the chill of winter. Jun suddenly said softly, "Look, it is night again."

Han Ziyang smiled and said, "He is like that, you don't need to pay attention to him." He watched Liao Qingya walk away, then turned around, his gaze sweeping the surroundings, and soon his eyes focused intently on a corner.

You smiled shyly: "I am resting today"

Han Ziyang felt relieved upon hearing her speak in such a relaxed tone. From the moment she entered until now, her demeanor had always been one of vigilance. He questioned himself, believing he had not deceived her, yet adopting such a posture was indeed a last resort. Li Junmo seemed to relax and find joy only when everything was unrelated to her. However, by protecting herself in this manner, she seemed to be forcing him to reconsider and renegotiate the nature of their relationship.

"Manager Li, shall we have breakfast together?" He stood up, his tone casual, as if it were a coincidence. However, once the words were spoken, Jun Mo found it impossible to refuse. She could only smile as naturally as possible and accompany him to the buffet restaurant.

"So clever, those in power and authority, I have never dared to offend." Jun furrowed his brow slightly, his tone carrying a hint of desolation

"It's nothing, she is a junior of President Han, a fellow alumnus." He added a sentence that was more revealing than intended

You cannot help but smile and say: "People often say that women are gossipy, but Director Ma must certainly disagree, right?"

He does not need to do this at all; given his position, is it necessary for him to contact himself directly

Is that so? She can only smile and return to solitude

Under the bright lights of the lobby, he took a careful look at her and smiled as he asked, "Are you tired?"

Her words were left unfinished as the phone rang insistently. After a moment, she stammered a few sounds and reluctantly hung up the phone, lingeringly casting a glance at the cozy coffee shop: "The dinner invitation cannot be declined"

He truly wished to leave without a trace—yet his gaze had clearly swept over her, raising an eyebrow with a hint of interest—so she could only walk over slowly and sit down as naturally as possible. She thought that he must have known she had spoken to him in anger that day, making it all the more difficult to find the right words now. Well then, she would just sit there quietly. Thus, she naturally noticed the young man across from her. She had not paid attention to him earlier, but the light fell on his profile, resembling a shadow from deep within her memories. Well then, she would just sit there quietly. Thus, she naturally noticed the young man across from her. She had not paid attention to him earlier, but the light fell on his profile, resembling a shadow from deep within her memories. Unable to help herself, she raised her eyes to steal a glance at the unfamiliar man—there was a familiar aura about him, perhaps it was the scholarly air—an emotion she had not felt in a long time, one she longed for so dearly—yet after a moment, she returned to her senses, realizing they were actually two completely unrelated individuals. Unable to help herself, she raised her eyes to steal a glance at the unfamiliar man—there was a familiar aura about him, perhaps it was the scholarly air—an emotion she had not felt in a long time, one she longed for so dearly—yet after a moment, she returned to her senses, realizing they were actually two completely unrelated individuals.

Ma Chujing tugged at her arm and asked with dissatisfaction, "Beautiful lady, you are late—it's really difficult to find you, isn't it?"

She vaguely remembers sneaking out, only to find herself in a world of ice and snow, her breath immediately forming a long white trail... However, even life has its limits; no matter how sweet or resolute the vows may be, they too can be easily shattered

Do not casually follow the conversation: "There have been countless men who have fallen at my feet, so do not worry. I am young and beautiful, but I do not engage in romantic relationships simply because I do not find ordinary people appealing."

He still smiled warmly: "My attitude was a bit impatient, it was just related to my mood. If there is anything inappropriate, please do not take offense." This clearly conveyed to her that it was only because she was present at that moment, not because she was Li Junmo

"Yes, but you did not give me your phone number," he said, looking directly into her eyes, carefully capturing her expression

As she paused at the door before stepping outside, she thought that this feeling could be described as "displeasure"—Han Ziyang's attitude towards her was somewhat unusual. She had certainly noticed it, but she felt that he was not the type of playboy who flirts around. In fact, she had harbored a certain degree of affection for him. However, his inexplicable attitude truly made her question the motives behind his visit to her home for dinner last time—did she appear to be the kind of woman who clings desperately to others, or was she merely seen as a serviceable employee?

"Chujing, that day I mentioned that I would like to treat everyone to a meal. Please make the arrangements." He called out to Ma Chujing, appearing to ponder for a moment.

He also smiled faintly at her and said, "Hello." He then told the receptionist, "Give Miss Liao a room." Jun Mo's room card had already been prepared, and the receptionist handed it to her. Jun Mo nodded in thanks and turned to leave, her steps hurried and swift. As she passed by Liao Qingya, a faint fragrance lingered, and those enchanting eyes seemed to be gently assessing her

Sigh, Junmo, you really should find a boyfriend, get married, and have children. Then you will want to earn more and more money, and you won't have time to complain about me. " Ma Chujing lowered her head to drink soup, " At your age, still being single, do you have psychological issues or childhood traumas? "

She suddenly opened her eyes, the thick triple-layer curtains shrouding the room in complete darkness, not allowing a single ray of light to enter. She turned over to feel for the watch placed on the bedside—her biological clock was very accurate, and it was half an hour earlier than usual. Thus, she got out of bed, splashed her face with cold water, tidied herself up, and then went to check out.

As the time draws nearer, I always feel restless and uneasy, fearing that I might overlook some details. Ma Chujing has long since disappeared, and the remaining staff at the scene, like myself, are visibly exhausted, mechanically walking back and forth, perhaps even losing track of the situation. Jun Mo stands among a group of attendants from Nandai, checking their attire and appearance, when suddenly a young girl nudges her companion with her elbow: "Look."

However, such an affectionate address suddenly caused Han Ziyang to furrow his brows

Only able to take it in, drink it all in one go—today, there are quite a few visitors, several of whom are renowned beauties from Nandai. Jun Mo, do not breathe a sigh of relief; Ma Chujing has indeed gone to find someone else again, at least for the time being, letting go of oneself.

Indeed, Han Ziyang's attention has begun to shift towards an elderly foreign man sitting beside him, his sharp gaze fleeting as he engages in a low conversation.

The president's secretary at Ruiming, unlike others, is both decisive and never forgets to adorn herself with an ethereal charm. Han Ziyang has always respectfully referred to her as Sister Chen. She is a woman nearing fifty, who does not attempt to hide the crow's feet on her face, and every day she wears a neatly tailored gray suit, efficiently handling all official matters. In her personal life, she is the only one who, as if treating a half-son, meticulously guides her superior.

In the past, whenever she said this, Han Ziyang would always ignore it. However, today he put down the document in his hand, seemingly a bit interested. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said淡淡地: "Alright, then help me check out a property."

"Oh, how true that is." The gentleman, with a hint of sarcasm and not without a sense of expectation, said, "Do you know what my recent wish is? It is simply to not see you—I've barely managed to accumulate 12 hours of sleep over the past three days. Speaking of which, you have truly exhausted my energy."

Jun Mo paused in the hall, where a straight-backed figure was seated on the reception sofa, holding a morning newspaper and reading it intently, while the morning shift waitstaff exchanged glances with one another. Han Ziyang seemed to sense something, putting down the newspaper, his eyes still bright and piercing. Jun Mo recalled that he had also stayed up late last night, just like himself, and couldn't help but rub his slightly swollen eyes.

Han Ziyang looked up and gave a faint bitter smile: "I understand."

You didn't react for a moment: "Mr. Han, you have already mentioned it."

Do not smirk, thinking that you are the only one who has watched "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Her response was simple yet powerful, as she said: "If you keep bantering with me, I will apply to have the secretary of the General Office transferred here to assist with the work tomorrow." As she spoke, she couldn't help but want to laugh; the secretary of the General Office is Enping, and his intentions towards the handsome young man are already well-known to everyone. Speaking of Cao Cao, the next moment, Enping indeed walked over from a distance and sat down in front of the two.

By the time she returned, her and Ma Chujing's seats had already been taken. She squinted her eyes to survey the surroundings and, to her dismay, found that the only available seat was right next to Han Ziyang

It has been nearly a century since I last experienced such a comfortable natural awakening. Jun Mo lazily leaned against the thick, plush pillow, her long hair cascading chaotically like silk. It was only when her stomach growled with hunger that she reluctantly got out of bed. She is, in fact, a person with a very slow pace. As for why she is so efficient in her studies and work, she always replies with irritation: "These are all things I don't enjoy doing, so of course I need to finish them quickly! If I drag it out, won't I just feel anxious?" She is, in fact, a person with a very slow pace. As for why she is so efficient in her studies and work, she always replies with irritation: "These are all things I don't enjoy doing, so of course I need to finish them quickly! If I drag it out, won't I just feel anxious?"

Do not suddenly become interested: "What? Speak clearly without hesitating."

You also know that General Han and her ... ... " Ma Chujing blurted out, and then immediately fell silent, feeling awkward.

She was carefully concealing her feelings, yet Han Ziyang still detected a hint of indifference—of course, she was indifferent; she had no intention of probing into his romantic affairs. In fact, she had no desire to become entangled in the affairs of such dazzling individuals.

Han Ziyang smiled faintly and said, "No need." The meaning was very clear; he did not want to continue this topic. Ma Chujing responded with a sound and immediately grinned, "Have you taken a liking to some girl? This is not like your usual style, is it?"

"I have said it twice already—however, did I mention that I am a perfectionist?" Ma Chujing retorted confidently.

The two of them continued to converse intermittently until the end of the press conference approached. A group of distinguished guests had already risen to their feet, and Jun Mo nudged Ma Chujing, saying, "Aren't you going over yet?" Meanwhile, she herself had to start busying herself with tidying up the venue. This would likely take her until midnight. She dialed the main desk to request a room.

Such a somewhat chaotic scene was to be expected, as it marks the grand opening of the new season of product marketing. Han Ziyang, dressed in a dark, fully handmade Italian suit, calmly surveyed his surroundings. Photographers continuously shouted "General Han," while reporters nearby asked various questions—he was not an entertainment star, nor did he intend to please every media outlet. With a slight furrow of his brow, he moved forward step by step—this demeanor had long transcended mere handsomeness.

In recent days, her lunch companion has changed to Ma Chujing, which is quite nice. This person, as long as he is not working, completely resembles a university student, being witty, vain, and fond of gossip. This is good, one cannot help but think, why does everyone reminisce about their student days? Perhaps it is always because that is a time that can never be returned to.

Liao Qingya wore a long dress with a gray coat over it, which made her figure appear even more slender and tall. From time to time, she looked up at Han Ziyang, indicating that the two were quite familiar with each other. Her somewhat Westernized features were now imbued with a gentle hue as she softly said a few words, slightly pausing in her steps: "Then I will go to the backstage"

The lady on stage seemed familiar to Jun Mo, and only after regaining his senses did he realize that it was Miss Liao, who had thrown a tantrum that night. No wonder she had just walked into the backstage wearing a coat—such a beautiful woman no longer needed to deliberately showcase herself through her attire. She wore a black evening gown, without any jewelry, yet her nails were painted a striking red, which appeared like a small patch of crimson against the dark blue runway, exuding a captivating and dazzling allure.

Han Ziyang replied lightly, "There is still work to do." At this moment, he seemed somewhat distracted, gently fiddling with the mobile phone in his hand. The golden morning sun streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, casting its light on the man's features and body, calm and steady like a mountain or the sea, resembling a young monarch, fully confident in his control over everything at hand

Some say this is a gentle coffee suitable for romance. Sometimes, the taste of love resembles waiting—three distinct layers: fresh cream, steaming coffee, and coarse sugar. Do you know? Time flows like water, gently passing by, fitting and beautiful. Remember, do not stir

At this moment, Jun Mo did not have the time to ponder such questions; the incessant ringing of the phone seemed to be a kind of magic, greatly shortening the gaps of time. By the time she came to her senses, the doors of the conference hall had suddenly opened, and the senior executives of Ruiming began to enter, while the flashlights continuously followed the man in the center.

She smiled as she drank a cup and said softly, "I am going to the restroom." As she stood up, she caught a glimpse of Enping, who was drinking cup after cup of wine with a hint of emotion, his gaze wandering.

Li Junmo, this little girl is quite special. Ma Chujing is the marketing director, well-versed in consumer psychology, and also an excellent hand at understanding people's inner thoughts. "Boss, do you know who it is? I have seen countless people, hehe, she must have some psychological barriers." He then stood up, "Forget it, you don't care about these trivial matters anyway. I will take my leave now."

Ma Chujing pulled her over to her table, poured a glass of wine without further ado, and said with a smile, "It would be unreasonable not to drink."

Han Ziyang fell silent once again

The female host, who is extremely familiar to viewers on weekdays, invited President Rui Ming to the stage to speak. Han Ziyang reined in his thoughts and stood up to go on stage. The lighting gradually dimmed in coordination with the speaker, and the spotlight shone on him. This man, who dominates more than half of the telecommunications industry, appeared alongside the launch of 8 new models, discussing the next steps in Rui Ming's mobile phone strategy, his voice rich and deep. His gaze swept across the audience, calm and accompanied by a confident smile, making all of one's senses feel like they were in a state of enjoyment. He discussed Rui Ming's next steps in mobile phone strategy, his voice rich and deep. His gaze swept across the audience, calm and accompanied by a confident smile, making all of one's senses feel like they were in a state of enjoyment.

Do not wait by the side for the room card, yet Han Ziyang still walked straight to the front desk and greeted, "President Han." At the same time, he smiled and gestured towards Liao Qingya in the distance. That beautiful woman, however, was markedly different from her arrogance that night; she nodded slightly and then turned her gaze away—her tall figure made her appear somewhat slender.

He shook his head, his gaze bright and intense as he looked at her—Jun could not tell if it was an illusion, but felt a pang of anxiety and hurriedly left: "Then I will go attend to other matters"

You should not stand in the corner, silently watching, when suddenly you feel dizzy. She thought to herself, it turns out that she has never truly been a "seductress." Each time of admiration seems to be merely due to that person's perfect demeanor. With this thought, her gaze unconsciously followed that person.

At the front desk during check-in, I faintly heard the light laughter and conversation of a man and a woman behind me. The handsome man and beautiful woman in the television dramas always seemed unrealistic, but when I actually saw them in person, I realized that there truly is such a thing as a perfect match.

You should not hold your breath, I sincerely thank him for his explanation—smiling genuinely: "Not at all. Regarding work matters, General Manager Han can come to me anytime. How could it be otherwise?"

In this young and vibrant company, she seems to be the only one who is disciplined and courteous. For instance, Ma Chujing, who last barged into the office, did not dare to come up alone to see the president for an entire week, repeatedly lamenting that "Sister Chen's gaze can kill"

When your phone vibrates, you should step aside to answer the call

Han Ziyang appeared slightly surprised, as if he was holding back a laugh: "I eat little? How many bites have you taken since you came in?"

She is indeed very tired, and no amount of concealer can hide the dark circles under her eyes. Jun Mo smiled without any pretense and said, "It's fine. Do you need me to take you around for a check?"

"Have you arranged everything?" He ignored the implied meaning in Ma Chujing's words

After all, this is an affirmation of one's own work, yet one must strive not to appear complacent, so Jun modestly praised Ma Chujing with a humble expression

"It's about the same." Ma Chujing glanced absentmindedly and quickly walked away, saying, "I will go check on Jun Mo over there."

The waitstaff today are all dressed exceptionally neat and capable. "Come on, everyone, let Director Ma check if everything is in order," she said. With a smile, she linked her arm with Ma Chujing's and added, "Shall we applaud to welcome Director Ma to speak?" She teased Ma Chujing, who also chuckled along with everyone else.

Oh? Is that so? It's a pity that our General Manager Xu is not aware of this, otherwise I should have received a raise. Jun Mo also expressed great regret

You should not feel that your voice is cold; you quickly reported a series of numbers and then, with a standard professional smile, said: "This is my work number. President Han has business to discuss with me, so feel free to call anytime." She deliberately emphasized the term "business," and her gaze carried a hint of provocation, no longer maintaining the usual elegance and tranquility, but instead displaying a lively vitality.

Sister Ling looked at her with a half-smile and said, "Jun Mo, do you have a mental illness?"

Han Ziyang glanced at her, his lips pressed together somewhat sternly. His usually gentle gaze turned slightly cold as he watched her raise her wrist to check the time, then effortlessly stand up and say: "My working hours have begun, General Manager Han, please take your time."

Sister Ling sighed: "Whose banquet is this? So prestigious that even a lazy person like you can be invited?"

He glanced at him with a smile that was not quite a smile and said, "Don't talk to me; I'm just working for you. Go ask your boss and then come back to complain."

It felt strange again; despite the lively atmosphere around, it seemed that there were only two people in this silent and quiet space, and no one was willing to break the silence. Jun Mo could no longer endure it and could only smile at him, attempting to initiate a conversation: "Why is Mr. Han eating so little?"

He gazed at her silhouette, and the thoughts that had settled seemed to disperse in this busy space. In an instant, he couldn't help but chuckle softly: Could it be that she had always thought he was casual enough to freely request to dine at the home of a single woman