"Okay."
Fu Jingshu agreed without hesitation.
King narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him with some surprise. "Alright, then I'll await your good news."
Upon returning to the company, Fu Jingshu immediately called Lin Mo and instructed him to look into the special medicine. Lin Mo was quite surprised. "Didn't we already buy the special medicine?"
Fu Jingshu glanced at him. "Just do as I say."
Why so much nonsense?
Lin Mo choked and turned to leave.
Fu Jingshu leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes slightly. Only then did he understand why she wanted to buy the special medicine. It was for Shen Jinxi...
She was truly a good mother.
Thinking this, his expression softened even further.
Just as Lin Mo left, Shen Qingqing pushed open the door. "Why did he leave in such a hurry?"
Fu Jingshu looked up and said gently, "I sent him to handle something. Why are you here?"
"I've brought you the design drafts for this week." Since revealing the truth, Shen Qingqing had become much more relaxed and felt more at ease when facing Fu Jingshu, shedding her previous heaviness.
Fu Jingshu took the drafts and glanced at them, still very satisfied. "Not bad."
When he looked up, he saw Shen Qingqing had already made herself comfortable on the sofa, clearly confident in her designs.
"Aren't you worried at all?"
Shen Qingqing stretched lazily, revealing her slender waist. "Worried about what? I'm confident in myself."
Fu Jingshu's gaze lingered on her waist for a moment before slowly returning. He thought of Shen Jinxi's illness and his lips parted slightly, but then he remembered what King had said and changed the subject. "Shall we have lunch together?"
"Okay."
Shen Qingqing checked the time. It was a little over an hour until lunch break, and she was feeling tired. She didn't want to go back to her office, so she grabbed a soft cushion and hugged it, her eyes closing like a sleepy cat.
"I'll sleep for a bit..."
As soon as she spoke, she was already asleep.
Fu Jingshu paused for a moment, then stood up, took off his jacket, and draped it over her. His gaze fell on the back of her head, her jet-black, soft long hair falling gently behind her.
His fingertips suddenly itched, and just as they were about to touch, she wrinkled her nose. He quickly retracted his hand, his gaze fixed on her.
She hadn't woken up, appearing to be merely stirring in her sleep.
Fu Jingshu let out a soft sigh. He looked at her peaceful, sweet sleeping face and returned to his desk to work, deliberately moving quietly.
The only sounds in the office were the rustling of his pen on paper and the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Shen Qingqing opened her eyes blearily and instinctively glanced at the clock on the wall. It was exactly eleven o'clock. She rubbed her eyes and turned to look at Fu Jingshu.
"It's time for lunch."
"Okay, coming right away."
Fu Jingshu signed his name on the last document, put it away, and got up to leave. His phone suddenly rang; it was Lin Mo.
Shen Qingqing didn't pay much attention. Seeing the men's jacket on her, she smiled sweetly and carefully folded it. But after folding it, she patted her forehead.
She was going out to eat soon, and he needed to wear this. Why fold it?
She shook her head, draped the jacket over her arm, and turned to look at Fu Jingshu. He had already finished his call, but his expression was even more solemn than before.
"What's wrong?" she asked, walking over.
Fu Jingshu glanced at her and said in a low voice, "Something's come up, and I have to leave temporarily. I can't have lunch with you."
"Okay, then go ahead and be busy. I'll eat by myself."
"I'm sorry." Fu Jingshu put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. Seeing that she didn't refuse, a smile touched the corners of his eyes. "I'll be back soon."
Shen Qingqing nodded and handed him the jacket. "Go quickly."
Fu Jingshu left.
But she found it strange, especially the way Fu Jingshu had looked at her just now. She couldn't quite place the feeling; it was as if he was hiding something from her.
However, she trusted Fu Jingshu. Shaking her head, she went to the restaurant outside to eat.
The next morning, Shen Qingqing left her apartment and waited by the roadside for a while. She didn't see Fu Jingshu and couldn't help but frown. He had said he would pick her up in the morning.
Was he stuck in traffic, or was he not coming at all?
She checked the time and called him. The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.
"I'm sorry, something unexpected came up. Qingqing, you go to the company yourself." Fu Jingshu's tone was full of apology, causing Shen Qingqing to swallow the words she was about to say.
"Tell me in advance next time."
Fu Jingshu hummed, his voice low and gentle. "Okay, I was in the wrong this time. I'll treat you to dinner later to make it up to you."
Shen Qingqing wasn't one to hold grudges, so she didn't get angry.
However, when evening came and they were both seated at the table, he received another call and left again.
Shen Qingqing took a deep breath and finished the candlelit dinner alone. She didn't eat much; she was too upset. From then on, she noticed that Fu Jingshu had become extremely busy.
Not seeing him was common, and he always had various excuses to refuse her invitations.
Shen Qingqing gradually felt that something was wrong. After another failed attempt to arrange a meeting, she put down her phone and mused. If Fu Jingshu was seeing someone else, she wouldn't believe it.
The next day, she arrived at the company and remained outwardly calm, but Fu Jingshu and Lin Mo were nowhere to be seen.
She asked the other secretaries.
The secretary replied, "Since early this morning, Master Fu and Assistant Lin went out."
"To do what?"
"I don't know that. I wouldn't dare to ask."
Shen Qingqing looked thoughtful and glanced back at Fu Jingshu's office before turning to leave.
She returned to her own office, first took out paper and a pen, and patiently drew a design. However, she was not satisfied with this design. She let out a dismissive tut and crumpled the drawing, throwing it into the trash.
She got up and walked to the door. Seeing that the president's office was empty, she pushed the door open and went into Fu Jingshu's office.
She had been in here many times recently and was very familiar with the office. She walked to the computer with practiced ease, turned it on, and even entered the password without hesitation.
Fu Jingshu had never hidden anything from her in this regard.
Shen Qingqing sat in the executive chair and leisurely admired the newly delivered potted plant, its leaves lush and vibrant.
*Ding dong.*
The computer made a sound. She instinctively looked over; it was an email.
The pop-up window showed only the first few words: "I've arrived in City A." In front of these words was an emoji.
A very cute one.
These few words were enough to pique her curiosity about the email.
She placed her hand on the mouse, moved it slowly, and opened the email. As she read the full content, her expression gradually turned colder.