Stealing The Wind But Not The Moon [Completed]

115. I Apologize For My Inappropriate Imprint.

After Xiang Xingzhao's funeral concluded, the subsequent days were filled with notarizing the will and carrying out all the necessary procedures.

With a significant majority of shares and the support of more than half of the board of directors, Xiang Mingzhang officially took control, becoming the true power holder of Xiang Yue. His exceptional talent, young age, and ambitious nature had always made him stand out.

Now, with all eyes on him, he had no room for any kind of negligence.

This achievement did not come easily. Xiang Mingzhang devoted all his energy to the company, working tirelessly from early mornings to late evenings. He no longer returned to his apartment at Bomanjia and instead stayed with Bai Yongti in Manzhuang.

As the weight of his illness lifted, Bai Yongti's spirits improved. In the past, she hardly paid attention to Xiang Mingzhang's work and life, but now she would inquire if he was tired and whether managing both companies was too strenuous.

It had been less than half a month, and Xiang Mingzhang had only visited Xiang Yue Communication twice for correspondences. He would hastily leave after the meetings, not finding the time to speak to Shen Ruozhen privately. Thus, during the meetings, he could only steal a few more glances.

When the second meeting ended, he left before everyone else. As others bid him farewell, addressing him as "Mr. Xiang," Shen Ruozhen, unsure whether to avoid suspicion or out of confidence, kept his head down, sorting out the materials without looking at him.

Passing behind Shen Ruozhen's seat, Xiang Mingzhang casually raised his hand and lightly touched the back of Shen Ruozhen's neck without averting his gaze.

Later that night, Xiang Mingzhang called Shen Ruozhen. Having just finished his work, he spoke lazily and insincerely, saying, "Director Shen, I apologize for touching you earlier today."

Shen Ruozhen promptly hung up and called him via video.

With dark circles under his eyes, Xiang Mingzhang, fearing he wouldn't appear handsome enough, slowly answered the call, asking, "What's going on? Do you want me to apologize in person?"

Shen Ruozhen looked at the camera and said, "I apologize, Mr. Xiang. I missed you a few times today."

Through the screen, as he listened to the voice transmitted through the waves, Xiang Mingzhang had initially believed it would ease his longing. However, to his surprise, it was like drinking seawater to quench his thirst, only intensifying his yearning for the real person on the other side.

On Friday, one of the old employees in the Yisi sales department celebrated their birthday. Since Shen Ruozhen had been promoted to director, he hadn't had a chance to treat them, so he decided to host a dinner to celebrate their birthday.

While Shen Ruozhen was strict at work, he was a gentleman in private and got along comfortably with his subordinates.

The dinner was a lively affair, and it was almost early morning by the time everyone returned home. Shen Ruozhen showered and sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling through Moments. The team leader, who was also their mutual friend, had posted a group photo of the party, with seven or eight people.

As if reviewing a work summary, Shen Ruozhen gave each person a thumbs up.

Shortly after receiving a message, Shen Ruozhen switched to the chat list, and Xiang Mingzhang's message appeared: Haven't slept yet?

Shen Ruozhen replied, asking, "How did you know?"

The department manager was a mutual friend of theirs. Xiang Mingzhang had seen the news and replied, "Like everyone else's photos, why don't you post one of your own?"