Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âYou said your fingers hurt, but theyâre not injured, so how could they be hurting?â Nian Junting let go of her hands, then stared at her with an icy-cold look and said, âAre you playing another trick? Youâre changing your way of catching my attention. Arenât you bored?â
Luosang sighed slightly and responded with, âWounds are not the only thing that can cause physical pain. My skin isnât broken, but my fingers hurt badly. If you donât believe me, you can try peeling fruits endlessly for seven to eight days.â
âWhy would I try that? Iâm busy.â Nian Junting sat straight and picked up some files as he said, âYou donât want to peel grapes, fine. Your todayâs wage will be deducted by fifty percent.â
âWhatever,â Luosang sighed again and turned, saying, âIâll go make you some tea.â
Nian Junting nearly lost his temper. He was so angry.
Raising his head, he found that Zhao was still standing there, stunned. So he pounded the desk wrathfully and yelled at Zhao, âWhat are you looking at? If you donât want to go out to continue your work, you can stay here and peel grapes.â
âI... Iâll go do the work now,â Zhao said. He left hurriedly, as he didnât want to stay in Nian Juntingâs office to peel grapes; even his lower legs were shaking.
âWhy did I feel that they were flirting with each other? Thatâs not true, not true,â he thought while leaving.
...
During the next two days, Nian Junting hadnât shown much of good attitude toward Luosang. He would also give Luosang cold glares from time to time while having meals.
Luosang found that Nian Junting was awfully narrow-minded and childish, and could really hold a grudge for a long time. She didnât want to lengthen the disharmony between Nian Junting and herself, so she served him a plate of peeled grapefruits at the evening of the third night while he was working in his study.
âYouâre not gonna continue pretending to have aching fingers?â Nian Junting turned his eyes away from the computer screen and looked at her expressionlessly.
Luosang stopped herself from rolling her eyes, and forced a smile. âEnjoy the fruit.â
Nian Junting picked a piece of grapefruit, put it in his mouth, then smiled faintly.
âWomen need to be docile like this. I donât like the hard-to-get game,â he thought.
Luosang silently stood by his side, watching him finish half a plate of grapefruits. He then began reading an email. The email was in Japanese. He browsed it quickly, then called the translator to hand him the translated copy tomorrow morning.
Luosang stared at his computer screen for quite a while. She had spent a year in Japan as an exchange student, so she had a good command of Japanese. She couldnât memorize anything she read, but as she had started practicing memorizing lines since she was little, her memory was much better than that of many others. At a quick glance, she figured out that the content of the email was an important contract. It should be the contract that Nian Juntingâs company was about to sign with a scientific and technical corporation from Japan, which was often mentioned by him during the meetings he had with the top managers of his company these days. It was said that this project was going to be their biggest invested-project this year, and would involve over a billion yuan.
âCan you read this?â Nian Junting saw that her eyes were fixed on the computer screen, so he asked her this after hanging up the phone.
Luosang lowered her head, smile,d and remained silent.
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The next day, Luosang wheeled Nian Junting into a small meeting room that she had never been in before. The bright sunlight poured into the room through the tempered glass windows. The meeting table, chairs, the ceiling light, and everything else in the room highlighted the luxurious taste of its owner.
âHey, youâre here.â Xiao Si was sitting in the room, smoking with a man and a woman. The man was about forty years old. He was wearing a suit and looked like a business elite. The woman was wearing a smart white dress suit and delicate makeup, looking both modest and pretty.
âMr. Nian, Happy New Year.â The woman elegantly stood up to shake Nian Juntingâs hands while casually tucking her hair behind her ear. âYouâre about to recover, right?â she asked.