Memories gathered once more.
Lu Qingyan bowed his head to press a kiss upon her forehead.
His voice was light and shallow, "Sweet dreams."
Then he returned to his office chair to bury himself in work.
Come noon, he had called Jiang Nanshu for lunch, taking her out to dine at a restaurant and then leading her back in the afternoon.
She was listless, not even feeling like touching her phone.
"Lu Qingyan, you’re not keeping your word. I don’t want to deal with you anymore," Jiang Nanshu propped her head up, her tone filled with dejection.
Lu Qingyan didn’t seem to mind much, countering, "Is it unpleasant being with me?"
Jiang Nanshu thought for a few seconds before replying, "Not really. It’s just that you have to work and can’t accompany me all the time, so I get bored."
Considering Lu Qingyan’s feelings, she couldn’t voice anything that might hurt him.
As expected, Jiang Nanshu’s response cheered him up a bit, and he relented, "Then I’ll call Xu Xi to keep you company."
Jiang Nanshu, "..."
In the evening, Lu Qingyan had to discuss a cooperation. This time, it seemed that there would be five presidents including Lu Qingyan, and he looked upon the familiar "Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing" restaurant.
A favored spot for business dealings among the Beijing Circle elite, it was fairly formal, surrounded by a parking lot full of luxury cars.
It was already seven-thirty when Lu Qingyan arrived.
For that, Jiang Nanshu had dressed up especially.
It was just too bad she hadn’t had proper time to enjoy herself before she aged.
Lu Qingyan was impeccably buttoned up in his shirt, his suit jacket left open, adding a touch of casualness. He stretched out his hand toward Jiang Nanshu, and their hands gripped tightly together.
Lu Qingyan also liked holding hands; he liked the sensation of grasping hold of something.
His eyes were gentle, the same as they were many years before, as he smiled warmly at Jiang Nanshu, "Let’s go in."
He really wanted to introduce Jiang Nanshu to the public with "my" before her name.
Their private room was on the third floor.
Jiang Nanshu leaned lazily against him, "How long will we be?"
He stroked the loose strands of hair at her cheeks with his hand, "Just the time it takes to have a meal."
Jiang Nanshu comfortably squinted her eyes, like a cat.
The scent on Lu Qingyan’s body smelled really good.
As long as she didn’t touch upon questions he was reluctant to answer, he was often quite normal.
He wrapped his arm around Jiang Nanshu’s waist as they walked to the private room.
Pushing open the door, the four presidents were already present, each with their spouses, chatting merrily.
Jiang Nanshu quickly scanned the room, raised her eyebrows; several familiar faces among the four couples met her gaze.
The smile in her eyes brightened even more.
Lu Qingyan introduced her directly, "This is my love, Jiang Nanshu."
Someone quickly stood up, "So you are Mrs. Lu who has recently regained consciousness? Truly a lady of elegance, President Lu even postponed almost half a month’s worth of banquets for you."
He spoke jovially to ease the atmosphere.
Jiang Nanshu looked at Lu Qingyan in surprise, then smiling at the standing president, "I don’t fully understand business socializing. Ah Yan has taken a lot of trouble to care for me these past days, delaying many matters. Please don’t blame him, Presidents. He is someone who takes work seriously, and working with him won’t be a loss."
Jiang Nanshu’s words instantly smoothed the mood of those present.
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