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Si Zhengting's eyes darkened.
Why was she so scared of him? Was it so bad to sit in the same car with him?
Another surge of rage roared within him, making his face pale.
He put the documents down and was about to open the car door when it opened from the outside.
Si Zhengting looked up and saw Zhuang Nainai's beaming face.
So she had jumped out of the car so eagerly to open the door for him?
All his irritation vanished in a second.
However... shouldn't the man be the one holding the door open for the lady? What was she trying to do?
He looked again into Zhuang Nainai's sparkling eyes and narrowed his own eyes. She must have a favor to ask.
Si Zhengting alighted from the car with a frown. His figure was slender yet imposing. The glittering architecture of the Imperial Group building could not match up to the splendor he exuded.
He strode towards the building with Zhuang Nainai following in his steps.
A receptionist sat in the Imperial Group building's lobby with the security guards. The work desks were all above the ground level. Si Zhengting's office was at the top floor, accessible through his private elevator.
Zhuang Nainai panicked as she followed Si Zhengting towards the elevator. Where was she going?
She was here to work, why was she following him to the top floor?
Zhuang Nainai was in a state of great agitation, but the man in front of her did not give any further instructions.
Damn it!
Didn't he look pretty happy when she opened the door for him just now?
Why was he...
Zhuang Nainai pouted and softly called out to him. "Hey there..."
Si Zhengting halted in his steps and abruptly turned. "That's not my name."
"Hmm?" Zhuang Nainai nearly walked into him. She stood in a daze at his reply and took a long time to figure out what he meant. She looked down guiltily.
She could call him Mr. Si or Boss Si prior to their marriage, but she could not possibly still address him as such now.
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips and hesitantly tried again. "Mr... Sir."
Si Zhengting's gaze sharpened at this name.
Was she so intent on keeping a distance between them?
Si Zhengting's lips formed a self-mocking smile and uttered his reply in a chilly voice. "Zhuang Nainai, let me remind you, we now represent the Imperial Group as a couple. Do you want to start a rumor that says we are not on good terms and have a failed marriage?"
Failed marriage?
Zhuang Nainai was appalled. She did not realize her choice of name would cause such problems. "I-I did not mean that... I just..."
She could not finish her sentence under Si Zhengting's icy-cold stare.
Si Zhengting got increasingly annoyed with her response and stalked off into the lift.
Zhuang Nainai stood transfixed on the spot. The lift door was already closing slowly when she came back to her senses. She quickened her steps towards the lift but could not reach it in time. The door shut, and the elevator ascended without her.
Zhuang Nainai stood in front of the elevator, clueless and frustrated. "Si Zhengting, you jerk! Isn't it just a name?" Why couldn't he wait up for her?
Just as she was getting panicky, a voice sounded from behind her. "Madam, I will get you started on the employment process."
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