Our Glamorous Time

Chapter 23: Master Sun's The Art of War

The winter sky in the morning appeared white, grey, and icy, leaving the broad industrial park looking extra cold and bleak.

The day after their first victory was nothing different for Li Zhicheng. As usual, he arrived at the office before 7:00 am.

At 7:00 am sharp, he sat on the couch, looked down at his watch, and then looked out at the cubicles outside the door.

Under the bright lighting, Lin Qian's desk seemed clean and tidy; a tiny green succulent sat in the corner.

She hadn't arrived yet.

Li Zhicheng slowly stood up, headed to the bookshelf, then took out an industry magazine, turning to a certain page. He walked back to the couch, leaving the magazine open on the coffee table.

He was waiting.

When it became 8:00 am, Lin Qian, who usually arrived around the same time as him, still wasn't there yet. Again, Li Zhicheng looked up at her desk, then he looked down and kept on reading.

Until the working bell started ringing at 9:00 am, among a group of footsteps, he spotted the noise he was most familiar with heading to the cubicles. This was followed by more familiar noises of her actions, from taking off her jacket to sitting down and turning on the computer. Suddenly, the phone on her desk began ringing.

In a sweet and soft voice, she answered, "Hello, this is the President's office."

Li Zhicheng, who sat on the couch, looked up. Through the half-closed door he could see the side of her clear, pale face and her bright red lips.

He kept reading, but his eyebrows lifted softly.

Her voice and appearance suggested that she must have felt a lot better.

...

Hanging up the phone, Lin Qian stared at the reports awaiting Li Zhicheng's signature. She became quiet for a few seconds.

She had actually gotten up pretty early this morning, but she had deliberately arrived late because she was just not feeling up to coming to work. The idea of getting along with each other alone for a couple of hours like they usually did felt a little odd.

Clearly, he was a wolf—perhaps even the most fierce and ruthless one she had met—why had she treated him like a sheep?

She sighed quietly. Why do I just want to storm in and give him a good scolding to his face?

Of course she wouldn't really scold him. She even managed to put on her professional smile when picking up the documents, then quietly knocked on his door. But she couldn't laugh with him as she had before—not anymore. A cheesy smile was all she could do.

Huh. Who did he think she was? Although his plan was justified, he shouldn't have set her up too. Was she just an ordinary, simple individual to him?

Just when she was getting upset thinking about it, an opposite idea slipped into her head.

He had never deliberately tried to hide his talent and ability away from her throughout the whole plan. Despite dealing with him every day, she hadn't noticed any clues at all. Were they even on the same level?

Stop it, what am I doing?

From now on, I need to be extra vigilant when facing this... unpredictable man.

She pushed the door open and looked up at Li Zhicheng sitting on the couch.

The warm sunshine appeared from behind the clouds, shining through the window, bringing a sweet orange light into the room. As usual, he was in his black trim suit and clean shirt. There was a hint of casualness in his silence as he sat with a nice posture with his hands resting on his knees. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up, his pitch-black eyes calm and peaceful.