Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

36. Chu Zhichen, Let's Not Get Ahead Of Ourselves.

Chu Zhichen took three days to recover at home. His fever had subsided, and his cough had reduced to a small tickle. The marks on his body had faded to a pale pink, so he chose a shirt with crisp fabric and attempted to cover his neck with the collar.

However, feeling that it still wasn't enough to dress well, Chu Zhichen rarely wore jewelry.

Today, he made an exception and added a gold-plated tie clip embedded with an emerald. The green stone sparkled against his dark suit, and the gold gleamed in the light. He pulled his hair back slightly, revealing his strong jawline and high cheekbones.

He also pulled his hair back slightly to appear more energetic.

With this carefully planned look, Chu Zhichen hoped that others would be captivated by his face or the elegance of his attire, causing them to overlook the suspicious hickey on the side of his neck.

Downstairs, Chu Shihui was packaging up a chair she had bought online. It had become faulty on the first day of their camping trip, and she needed to return it to the seller.

Aunt Tang suggested, "Why bother sending it back? Just throw it away."

Chu Shihui replied, "I want to show the seller the poor quality of the chairs they are selling."

Chu Zhichen always found online shopping to be quite remarkable. The buyers and sellers could complete a transaction without ever meeting, and if unsatisfied, they could simply return the item. He asked, "Xiaohui, will the seller refund your money?"

"Of course," Chu Shihui confirmed. "It's the responsibility of the seller to address quality issues. If they refuse to refund, their business wouldn't thrive."

Chu Zhichen nodded thoughtfully. With the car ready, he set off for work.

As he drove on Jiang'an Avenue, the never-ending traffic and honking horns surrounding him only made him wish for a longer traffic jam.

He evasively thought, "If only Xiang Mingzhang was away on a business trip today."

Unfortunately, his driver was too dedicated and sped up during the latter half of the journey, arriving precisely at the entrance of Xiangyue Park.

It was the rush hour in the morning, and the elevator lobby of the office building was bustling with people. Chu Zhichen hadn't been to work for two days, so his colleagues in the sales department were genuinely concerned about his health.

At that moment, a sharp-eyed person coughed, causing all conversations to abruptly cease. Everyone turned simultaneously in the same direction and greeted, "Good morning, Mr. Xiang."

Chu Zhichen tensed up, his body and gaze frozen, refusing to turn around.

Xiang Mingzhang approached just as the elevator arrived. Despite being the president, he never took advantage of his employees and remarked, "I don't like cutting the line."

Everyone orderly entered the elevator, and Chu Zhichen was the last one standing outside, silently praying for the doors to close swiftly.

There was still enough space inside, and Peng Xin said, "Mr. Xiang, come on in."

Xiang Mingzhang remained indifferent. "I'll wait for the next one, so as not to inconvenience others."

Peng Xin urged, "It's fine to squeeze in."

Xiang Mingzhang responded, "You may not mind, but others might."

When a person has a guilty conscience, even tiny suspicions can seem overwhelming. Worried that others might suspect him, Chu Zhichen turned sideways and relinquished his spot next to him.