Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

91. My Heart Is Missing You.

Before Xiang Mingzhang could agree, the phone suddenly rang. Chu Zhichen released his arms and his fingertips gently trailed from Xiang Mingzhang's lower abdomen to his lower back, smoothing out any wrinkles on his suit.

Xiang Mingzhang answered the phone, and the voice on the other end spoke quickly before hanging up after a few words.

Chu Zhichen inquired, "Is something wrong at home?"

Since the beginning of the new year, Xiang Yue had started a new project, so Xiang Mingzhang explained, "Auntie confirmed the time for a preparatory meeting tonight."

Chu Zhichen responded graciously, "Well, business matters."

Xiang Mingzhang playfully teased, "You seem quite eager. What should I do if you're in a hurry?"

This was the first time Chu Zhichen had hinted and expressed his desires so boldly, bordering on impolite, but it faltered. In a rather shameless manner, he simply said, "I still have some matters to attend to. Secretary Feng is waiting for me."

Checking his watch, Xiang Mingzhang realized it was time to go. He accompanied Chu Zhichen to the secretary's office. As he stood by the door, he suddenly felt how quickly nearly a year had passed.

He had grown accustomed to glancing at the door and simply announcing a replacement. How long would it take to break that habit?

Feng Han and Chu Zhichen were roughly the same age, so the sudden transfer to serve as the president's secretary left him feeling anxious. After all, Xiang Mingzhang had high standards, and Chu Zhichen was known for his competence.

The handover process was quite tedious. Chu Zhichen explained every detail, from basic tasks to common and emergency situations, as well as various plans, each with intricate details.

Feng Han listened attentively, trying to memorize everything, but his head began to swirl, and he couldn't help loosening his tie a couple of times.

Unable to bear it, Chu Zhichen suggested, "How about this, you'll go back and organize the materials. It will help clear your mind, and if you ever have any questions, we can get started more efficiently."

Feng Han understood his intention and quickly replied, "I can handle it on my own. It would be too much trouble for you."

Chu Zhichen assured him, "It's no trouble. Efficiency is the most important thing. Don't let Mr. Xiang's affairs be delayed."

Having no choice but to yield, Feng Han asked, "Are there any specific private habits of Mr. Xiang that I should pay attention to?"

Feeling something slipping through his fingers, Chu Zhichen recalled, "Mr. Xiang only drinks black coffee, and there's always gastric ulcer medicine in the top drawer of his desk. Don't forget to replenish it. In truth, Mr. Xiang is very self-disciplined, so don't worry too much. Well, except for occasionally throwing away pens when they're empty."

Feng Han nodded, stating, "I will remember."

Chu Zhichen suggested, "If there are any upcoming events, do your research in advance. Mr. Xiang appreciates individuals who are well-prepared."

Feng Han smiled and replied, "You must be one of those individuals."

As it grew dark outside, Chu Zhichen had formed a favorable impression of the new secretary. Feng Han would officially start his work tomorrow, and all departments would resume their operations once the paperwork had been handed over.

With few personal belongings, Chu Zhichen only needed a small briefcase. The pot of gladiolus had been brought from Shenzhen by Aunt Tang and Ye Cui, and it had been placed there today as a decorative item.