Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

46. Does Secretary Chu Have A Commanding Sight?

Chu Zhichen was reluctantly pulled away by Xiang Mingzhang, and they boarded the car. As they drove towards the airport, Chu Zhichen couldn't help but gaze back at Tiananmen Square.

He sat on the plane, stared earnestly out of the window, and watched as they ascended into the sky.

The vast sea of clouds mirrored the turmoil in his heart. The memories of Tiananmen Square would forever be etched in his mind.

Xiang Mingzhang, taken aback by Chu Zhichen's intense reaction, asked, "Are you still overcome with excitement?"

Feeling that any attempt to conceal his emotions would be a disservice, Chu Zhichen honestly replied, "Yes, I am incredibly excited."

In Xiang Mingzhang's mind, a picture flashed - the break of dawn over Tiananmen Square, the sun rising, Chu Zhichen crying amidst the morning glow and autumn breeze.

That expression, filled with sincerity and sorrow, was not like the void and formlessness that often accompanied amnesia. Instead, it seemed like a thousand threads bursting forth, silently collapsing within a mortal body.

It wasn't like the sightseers, feeling a sense of homecoming after long travels.

Suddenly, Xiang Mingzhang remembered that ravings—it didn't belong to Chu Zhichen.

After further contemplation, he found the idea absurd and commanded his brain to "terminate the process," taking out an unfinished poetry collection from his bag.

Chu Zhichen gazed at the misty clouds for a long while, his neck growing sore. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't thanked Xiang Mingzhang yet, but when he turned his head, he saw Xiang Mingzhang, who had nodded off, with closed eyes and the book resting on his lap.

The flight was still underway, and the cabin was filled with varying degrees of sleepiness. Gently, Chu Zhichen clasped Xiang Mingzhang's wrist, holding it up, before taking the poetry collection from the table.

In his sleep, Xiang Mingzhang instinctively grabbed Chu Zhichen's hand, still alert even in slumber.

Caught in a dilemma, Chu Zhichen noticed that Director Meng, who sat across the aisle, had stirred and was looking their way. Reactively, he withdrew his hand.

Xiang Mingzhang woke up, lowering his arms, and asked groggily, "What's wrong?"

Chu Zhichen held up the book and said, "It's nothing...can I borrow and read it?"

With over an hour left until they arrived, Chu Zhichen quietly enjoyed reading the book, floating amidst the clouds, accompanied by lyrical prose that straddled the realms of fiction and reality.

As he neared the end, he took out a few notes from his coat pocket. He carried them wherever he went, preferring the physicality of handwritten notes over digital reminders on his phone.

The flight attendant announced the plane's imminent landing.

Xiang Mingzhang, having rejuvenated during his nap, asked, "Are you finished with the book?"

"Yes," Chu Zhichen replied. "I'll just put it back in the bag."

The plane touched down safely, and they disembarked at the terminal. The sky was overcast, and the air felt significantly more humid than in Beijing.

There was no need to rush to the office that day, so they each decided to head home to rest and recuperate. Xiang Mingzhang glanced at the street and said, "Meng Tao, you can take a taxi first."

Director Meng called for a cab, saying, "Mr. Xiang, Secretary Chu, I'll head back first then."

A Rolls-Royce with an auspicious license plate sat parked on the side of the street. It belonged to Jing Puxiang's estate. The driver had been waiting for quite some time and announced, "Mr. Xiang, the CEO sent me to take you to the hospital."