An hour later, Song Ci entered Qing Muye's office. "Boss, President Tang from Muxing Group is here and is waiting for you in the reception room."
"I'm coming over now." Qing Muye closed the files on his desk and stood up, walking out of the office.
Walking down the corridor, he glanced through the floor-to-ceiling window of the reception room and found the back of the woman inside somewhat familiar.
Song Ci pushed open the reception room door. "Boss, please."
Qing Muye strode in, his stern face adorned with professional warmth. "President Tang, sorry to keep you waiting. I..."
As he spoke, the woman sitting inside, looking at her phone, raised her head.
The moment their eyes met, Qing Muye clearly saw the woman's face and couldn't help but tremble. The words at the tip of his tongue stopped abruptly.
"Hello, Mr. Qing," the woman said, smiling gently and generously. Her smile exuded familiarity and an inexplicable emotion.
"Song Ci, you can go out first," Qing Muye instructed.
Song Ci cast a puzzled glance between the two of them, then turned and walked out of the reception room.
Tang Wanxing winked at her assistant beside her. The assistant immediately said, "President Tang, my stomach hurts, I need to go to the restroom."
"Okay, go ahead," Tang Wanxing nodded. The assistant immediately got up and walked out of the reception room.
After both assistants had left, Qing Muye directly pulled down the blinds. He released the pull cord and slowly turned around as if in slow motion, looking at Tang Wanxing, who was sitting about two meters away. "It's you?"
Tang Wanxing was wearing a white V-neck chiffon blouse, high-waisted pants, and ten-centimeter high heels. Her thick black straight hair was tied with a colorful ribbon in a bow, and she wore red Chinese knot earrings, making her lightly made-up face exceptionally beautiful. Her prominent classic and elegant temperament was particularly captivating.
"Long time no see," Tang Wanxing walked a few steps forward, standing in front of him, and opened her arms.
Qing Muye's handsome face beamed with a faint smile. He stepped forward and leaned down to give her a hug. "Yes, it's been eight years. I never expected we'd meet like this." No wonder her back had seemed so familiar earlier; it was her.
Tang Wanxing hugged him, patting his back with her hands. Closing her eyes, she said, "Don't move, let me hug you for a while. I miss those days."
The man said somewhat helplessly, "Eight years, and your temperament hasn't changed a bit."
"We're the same," Tang Wanxing released him, smiling gracefully and appropriately. "I've been waiting for you to contact me, but after waiting for eight years, you never did." She sat down in the chair and spoke slowly.
Qing Muye walked over and sat opposite her. "I don't even have your contact information, how could I contact you?"
"I think you just didn't want to," Tang Wanxing didn't believe him at all. "I was an actress before. Although I wasn't famous all over the country, I had some recognition. You could have seen me on TV, couldn't you? I don't believe it!"
The man in front of her had shed his youthful immaturity and become even more mature and steady, possessing the aloofness of a domineering CEO. Especially his facial features – sharp and defined, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, comparable to a god-like sculpted face. His every move exuded elegance and nobility, like a gentle scholar, making anyone who saw him fall for him uncontrollably.
Tang Wanxing had followed his news all those years, watching him mature and feeling very gratified, looking forward to their meeting. Who knew that after studying abroad for a few years, upon her return, she would hear the news of his 'death'. For this reason, Tang Wanxing had secretly visited Qing Muye's grave many times, staying there for over ten hours each time before leaving.