Song Qinian took over Li Nanjin's work and only then realized how capable Li Nanjin was.
So many documents, so many tasks, all handled by Li Nanjin in an orderly fashion, leaving him even time for afternoon tea.
She, on the other hand, was in a panic and didn't even have time to check her phone.
Shen Chi'an was meticulous in his work and would directly criticize Song Qinian for even the slightest mistake.
After only three days, Song Qinian felt exhausted to the point of near nervous breakdown, though she admitted it had been fulfilling.
She managed to find a rare moment at noon to have lunch with Miao Zi'ai in the cafeteria, only to run into Shen Qiwen.
Song Qinian's mood soured the moment she saw Shen Qiwen. Miao Zi'ai, upon seeing Shen Qiwen, offered a greeting, but a lingering awkwardness remained due to their previous misunderstanding.
"Secretary Song, can we talk privately?"
Song Qinian had no intention of engaging with Shen Qiwen. She didn't even glance at him again, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she walked towards the dining hall.
Suddenly, Shen Qiwen grabbed her arm. "I heard you and Shen Chi'an are divorced, is it true?"
Miao Zi'ai gasped, covering her mouth. This... was this something that could be discussed at the company?
President Shen's marriage was a secret one, and the divorce naturally happened without a whisper. This General Manager Shen was too bold.
Song Qinian's expression changed, and she fiercely shook off Shen Qiwen. She gestured furiously, "It's as you wished! From now on, stop scheming against me!"
Shen Qiwen shrugged. "Is that so? What a pity."
Song Qinian looked at Shen Qiwen's hypocritical face, wishing she could tear off his mask of pretense. They had caused so much trouble to ensure her divorce from Shen Chi'an, and now he said such things.
If he wasn't disgusted by himself, she certainly was!
"I actually admire you, sacrificing your own happiness for the woman you love. I just don't know if that person is worth it for you."
Song Qinian had no interest in Shen Qiwen and Lin Qiutong's affairs. She only wanted to know about what happened three years ago, but they guarded their secrets so closely that she couldn't find any clues.
"Heh... Your attempts to sow discord here are useless. For her, I'm willing to give up anything."
Song Qinian didn't say anything further and directly pulled Miao Zi'ai to the dining hall.
In a way, she and Shen Qiwen were the same kind of people, pitiable and pathetic.
But she was beginning to awaken, while Shen Qiwen was still lost in his own world.
During their meal, Miao Zi'ai hesitated for a while before asking, "Niannian, who is the woman that General Manager Shen loves?"
Song Qinian looked at Miao Zi'ai, her brows furrowed tightly. She put down her chopsticks and gestured sternly, "You haven't given up on him, have you?"
"Oh, where did your mind go? I'm just curious!"
"Curiosity killed the cat. If you have so much time, you should find a boyfriend and start dating."
"I want to, but I just can't meet anyone!"
Miao Zi'ai, though not a lady of high society, was a delicate beauty. Yet, she had terrible luck with men.
"Hey, have you heard? There seems to be a ghost in the Qilixiangdu residential area. They say that every night after midnight, the sound of high heels heavily striking the ground echoes in the hallway, tap-tap-tap, it's quite terrifying."
"It's been all over the news lately, how could I not have heard? And they say that the neighborhood was built on top of a graveyard, with who knows how many souls buried underneath, of course, it's eerie."
"They say the woman lived on the 20th floor. She suffered from depression because her husband was having an affair and eventually committed suicide at home. Her resentment is strong, and she refuses to reincarnate, coming out every midnight to find young and beautiful girls."
"What does she do to the girls?"
"She drains their vital energy! If she doesn't absorb their vital energy, she might vanish into thin air."
Listening to the nervous chatter of the employees behind them, Miao Zi'ai looked at Song Qinian with trepidation. "Niannian, I remember you live in Qilixiangdu, on the 20th floor..."
Song Qinian never believed in ghosts or spirits. "Hurry and eat. Don't believe in hearsay. I've been living there for almost a week and have never heard any sound of high heels."
"Still, you live alone, so you should be careful."
Song Qinian nodded, not taking the matter to heart.
In the afternoon, Shen Chi'an said he had to meet a very important client and asked Song Qinian to accompany him.
As she was in that position, she had no reason to refuse.
There was only one car.
In the past, Song Qinian, wanting to be closer to Shen Chi'an, would shamelessly sit in the back with him.
Now, she was just Shen Chi'an's secretary and needed to maintain a certain boundary.
Gao Kunlun was quite happy when he saw Song Qinian. He cheerfully opened the rear door. After Shen Chi'an got in, he smiled at Song Qinian. "Young Madam... Miss Song, please get in."
Song Qinian smiled slightly at Gao Kunlun, then opened the front passenger door and got in.
At that moment, the smile on Gao Kunlun's face froze, and Shen Chi'an's handsome face turned cold.
Seeing that Shen Chi'an remained silent, Gao Kunlun didn't say anything and quietly sat in the driver's seat.
As the car drove, the silence inside was deafening, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.
Gao Kunlun glanced at Shen Chi'an in the rearview mirror, then at Song Qinian from the corner of his eye.
Help, he was suffocating.
After nervously driving to their destination, Gao Kunlun quickly got out to open the car door for Shen Chi'an. Song Qinian got out on her own.
She diligently followed behind Shen Chi'an, being a model secretary.
Before entering the teahouse, Shen Chi'an suddenly stopped. Song Qinian immediately stopped, preventing herself from bumping into him.
Shen Chi'an turned his head and gave Song Qinian a cold look. "You don't need to come up with me. I want a Blue Mountain coffee from that blue coffee shop in the south of the city, and a chestnut cake from Qian Ji in the north of the city. They must be hot and delivered to me within an hour."
Song Qinian: "..."
"What? Do you have an opinion?"
Song Qinian gritted her teeth. He hadn't mentioned wanting coffee when they passed by the south of the city, but now that they were in the west, he wanted her to go to the south for coffee and the north for chestnut cake, and have it all delivered to the west within an hour. He was doing this on purpose, wasn't he?
One more month of endurance!
Watching Song Qinian hail a taxi and leave, Shen Chi'an entered the teahouse with a cold expression.
At that moment, on the third floor, a man in a well-tailored suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses looked down at the scene below through the window and slightly curved his lips.
"Mr. Li, I apologize for making you wait. President Shen will be here shortly."
Li Junshen walked to the sofa and took a seat. His dark eyes calmly looked at Shen Qiwen. "President Shen is quite a figure, naturally he would have the demeanor of an important person."
Shen Qiwen smiled. "Is that so? I believe an important person is someone like you, Mr. Li."
Li Junshen slowly sipped his tea, his expression remaining unperturbed by Shen Qiwen's words.