Translator: Zayn_
Jiang Yi, who looked back three times with every step he took, was taken away by Fang Yan. Everyoneâs eyes were still on Song Qingyou.
Song Qingyouâs lips twitched stiffly. âIf I said I met Jiang Yi only once, would you believe me?â
Everyone nodded perfunctorily.
Song Qingyou asked again: âIf I say that Mr. Jiang and I only know each otherâ¦â
Everyoneâs response was even more perfunctory: âWe believe it!â
In fact, what they were thinking is: It would be strange to believe it!
Would a child who had only met her once pounce directly on Song Qingyou?
If she only knew Mr. Jiang, why was Special Assistant Fang so polite just now? Why would Mr. Jiangâs nephew call her âlittle auntâ?
In any case, they wouldnât believe Song Qingyouâs excuses.
Song Qingyou said helplessly, âWhether you believe it or not, please keep it a secretâ¦â
âDonât worry. Without Mr. Jiangâs permission, we wonât tell anyone.â
Lin Hui had an expression on her face that said, âYou admit it.â
Song Qingyou coughed dryly. âArenât you going to work?â
âAll, right. We still have work to do.â
âThatâs right. Work, work.â
After everyone was done with the fun, they quickly returned to their seats.
Zhuang Wei, in particular, didnât even dare to lift her head after sitting down, afraid that Song Qingyou would remember her and come after her.
Song Qingyou, on the other hand, thought that after the filming was over, these people would understand that she had nothing to do with Jiang Zhihan. Little did she know, someone had already started to create a CP for her and Jiang Zhihan.
At noon, Lin Hui invited Song Qingyou to the cafeteria as usual.
Unexpectedly, just as the two of them stood up, Fang Yan came over.
âMs. Song, Mr. Jiang said that Little Jiang will be leaving in the afternoon. He wants you to go to the 28th floor.â
âSince youâve been invited, Iâll leave first.â Lin Hui winked at Song Qingyou meaningfully.
The latter nodded slightly.
At a time like this, the more she explained, the more she would not be able to clear her name. She might as well shut up.
Fang Yan pretended not to see their conversation and made an inviting gesture, indicating for Song Qingyou to walk in front.
Taking the opportunity to follow the cameraman to another elevator, Song Qingyou took the opportunity to ask, âSpecial Assistant Fang, may 1 ask if Mr. Jiang only came to the company today this month?â
âNo.â Fang Yan answered without hesitation.
Seeing that his expression was normal, Song Qingyou sent the message she had already prepared to Chen Lan:
[ Is Zhizhi sleeping?]
[ If it is, Sister Lan, can you help me wake him up?]
[ If you canât wake him up, check the surveillance cameras and help me determine the time he went unconscious.]
If she could wake Zhizhi up, it meant that Zhizhi had nothing to do with Jiang Zhihan.
If she couldnât, then she would have to keep an eye on the man and the cat, whether they were awake or unconsciousâ¦
Song Qingyou was deep in thought, but Fang Yan was confused.
Before he came, Mr. Jiang had told him that Ms. Song might ask him when he was awake or when he came to the company, so he could not tell her the truth.
He didnât expect Mr. Jiang to know Song Qingyou so well!
The two of them had such a tacit understanding, as if they had known each other for a long time.
âButin the past few years when I have been an assistant, why havenât I seen the two of them contact each other?1
Ding!
The sound of the elevator reaching the 28th floor rang out.
âAssistant Fang, how many times has Mr. Jiang been to the company this month?â Song Qingyou asked as she stepped out of the elevator.
âThree times.â Fang Yan was glad that his reaction speed was fast
Mr. Jiang had said the same thing before.
Fang Yan silently marveled at the tacit understanding between the two of them and wiped away his unwarranted cold sweat.
Song Qingyou saw that Fang Yanâs answer didnât seem strange at all, and her guess began to waver.
At this moment, Chen Lan replied: [ I really canât wake him up. Do I need to send him to the hospital?]
[ I checked the surveillance camera. Since last night, Zhizhi hasnât left the cat bed. He seems to have been sleeping, so 1 canât confirm the time of his coma.]
Song Qingyou thought for a moment and decided to let her send Zhizhi to the pet hospital.
If something really happened, it would be better to treat him nearby.
The only problem was the duration of the coma.
The last time Zhizhi was unconscious and woke up, she estimated that the interval was twelve hours.
Would it be twelve hours this time?
If Zhizhi had fainted this morning, he would have woken up around eight oâclock tonight.
If Jiang Zhihan had something to do with Zhizhi, he faint at around eight, just like the previous time.
Fang Yan brought the absent-minded Song Qingyou to the guest room.
Before she could react, Jiang Yi jumped off the sofa and ran over to hold Song Qingyouâs hand.
âSister, letâs eat together.â
Song Qingyou looked at the variety of dishes on the table, then looked at Jiang Zhihan and blurted out, âIs Mr. Jiang joining us?â
âIâm not welcome?â Jiang Zhihanâs expression was as cold as ever.
His clear and cold voice was just like the feeling he gave off.
Because of this, Song Qingyou subconsciously ruled out the absurd assumption that Jiang Zhihan might be Zhizhi.
âIt should be President Jiang and Jiang Yi who donât welcome me.â
Before Jiang Zhihan could say anything, Jiang Yi dragged Song Qingyou to sit down, âI welcome you, Sister! Sister, do you welcome me?â
Song Qingyou, who had been a kindergarten teacher for a few days, subconsciously replied in the tone of a kindergarten teacher, âYiyi is so cute. Of course, youâre welcome.â
The two of them looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere was harmonious.
Jiang Zhihan, who seemed to have been ostracized, thought, âSomeone praised cats as the cutest last night.â
Song Qingyou couldnât read minds, she only knew that the cameraman was not far away.
Therefore, during the meal, she spent most of her time interacting with Jiang Yi and barely spoke to Jiang Zhihan.
However, she couldnât help but glance at him from the corner of her eyes, from his dark green eyes to his well-defined face.
Song Qingyou suddenly had a clear idea of what she liked.
When lunch was almost over, she looked at the leftovers and said, âActually, thereâs no need to prepare so many dishes. The three of us canât finish them all.â
Jiang Zhihan said, âIâll ask Assistant Fang to prepare less next time.â
âNext time?â Song Qingyou asked.
The expression on her face seemed to say, âThereâs actually a next time?
âJiang Yi will be coming to the office for the next few days. He might need Secretary Song to take care of him,â Jiang Zhihan said calmly.
Since he called her âSecretary Songâ, Song Qingyou naturally couldnât refuse.
She was just helping the boss take care of the child. It was not a big deal.
Hence, she agreed on the spot.
After lunch, Song Qingyou spent the entire afternoon drawing with Jiang Yi.
After she left, Jiang Zhihan asked Fang Yan to send Jiang Yi back.
The child tugged at the corner of his shirt. âLittle Uncle, can I still play with Sister in the future?â
âThereâs no need for it in the future. Tomorrow will do.â
âTomorrow?â Little Jiang tilted his head. âBut⦠Great-grandfather said that I can only stay with Little Uncle for a while. I canât come tomorrow or the day after tomorrowâ¦â
The great-grandfather he was referring to was naturally Old Master Jiang.
Jiang Zhihan patted his head and said coldly, âWhat your great-grandfather says doesnât count.â
âOh.â
Little Jiang Yi nodded.
Jiang Zhihan paused for a moment. âIâll ask the other secretaries to play with you. What do you think?â he asked.
âI want to play with Sister Youzi,â Jiang Yi raised his head.
âWhy?â
âSister is the prettiest!â Jiang Yi, who was already obsessed with looks at such a young age, said.
âYeah,â Jiang Zhihan replied..