As the workday approached, more people arrived. As usual, colleagues discussed various news, gossip, and interesting stories.

"Did you watch Slam Dunk, which premiered a few days ago? If not, you should. It's really good."

"Coach, I want to play basketball!"

"Stop with the memes. It's truly good. The last few seconds brought me to tears."

Wang Chaoyang patted his shoulder excitedly. "Tang Song, want to go watch it together? That's our youth!"

Tang Song winked at him. "Watching a movie is something you should do with a girl, what's the point with you?"

"(ˉ▽￣～) Che~~" Wang Chaoyang scoffed, "As if you have a girl to go with."

"Not necessarily." Tang Song smiled, opened WeChat, and clicked on Zhao Yaqian's chat. He sent a message: "Teacher Zhao, May Day holiday is coming up, want to catch a movie together?"

After sending the message, he waited a while but got no reply from his beautician friend. Tang Song put down his phone and opened the company's internal OA system. He filled out the resignation application form and clicked submit.

He checked the approval process: HR specialist Liu Huihui, Director Chen Yunteng, HR Director Xu Lin, and Executive Vice President Jiang Weiguo. With such high-level leaders involved, it wouldn't be quick.

He then started carefully organizing the handover documents.

At 2 PM, a notification popped up in the company email:

[OA Reminder: "Your resignation application submitted on April 25, 2023, has been approved."]

A few minutes later, his phone buzzed.

[Tian Jing: "Song, your resignation application has been approved. I've printed it out for you. Please come over to sign it."]

He got up and headed to the HR office.

"Knock, knock, knock—"

"Come in!"

Pushing open the frosted glass door, Tang Song's sharp gaze fell on Tian Jing. Today's outfit was on point—long straight black hair, tight round-neck T-shirt, white wide-leg pants—clean, refreshing, pure, and alluring.

Tian Jing carefully examined Tang Song and, seeing no sign of pain on his face, finally relaxed. She placed a document on the desk and softly said, "Just sign here, six copies in total. By the way, I've already talked to Huihui about your attendance; this month will be counted as full attendance."

Next to her, Liu Huihui laughed, "Our Supervisor Tian is kind and beautiful. She's reminded me about your case several times."

Tian Jing knocked on the desk, "Huihui, speak properly, or I'll dock your pay."

"Won't dare anymore. I'll go make a cup of coffee, you two chat."

Tian Jing pulled a black pen from the holder and handed it to Tang Song with a sweet smile, "Use this."

"Thanks." Tang Song took it, their fingers briefly touching.

Tian Jing's eyes widened as she glanced at his hand. What kind of divine beauty is this? Simply stunning! It was like the hands of a male protagonist in a manga—well-defined joints, slender like jade, slightly cold skin tone, even the crescents on the nails were her ideal shape! As a manga hand fanatic, she couldn't resist!

Her fingers lightly grasped, the delicate tips moving up and down.

"Scratch, scratch—" The sound of the pen on paper.

Tian Jing unconsciously shifted her legs, her face flushing, feeling strange.

"Is that all?" Tang Song asked softly after signing all the agreements.

Tian Jing avoided eye contact and pulled out a blank paper, "Write this statement below the confirmation letter. I need it for records."

Tang Song was puzzled; was this part of the process? Tian Jing stood up, slightly nervous, "You can sit here and write."

"Alright." Tang Song didn't refuse. Writing over a hundred characters wasn't easy. Sitting on the warm, soft cushion, a faint fruity fragrance wafted to his nose, with hints of pear and apple—a high-end, refreshing scent, very pleasant.

Tang Song took a deep breath, straightened the A4 paper, and wrote seriously, "I have terminated my labor relationship with Yan City's Jinxiu Commerce Co., Ltd. (hereinafter referred to as the company). Meanwhile…"

Beside him, Tian Jing took out her phone, opened the camera, and pressed the shutter at Tang Song's hand.

"Click!" The sound was especially clear in the quiet office.

Tang Song looked up in surprise.

Tian Jing's hand shook, and she took several more photos.

"Is it that serious? Do you need photographic records, too?"

"Hehe, ah, you know it's my first time doing this, afraid of making mistakes!" Tian Jing's face was red and hot, her eyes darting around.

Tang Song didn't dwell on it, quietly finishing the rest of the text. Taking the resignation certificate and compensation agreement handed to him by Tian Jing, he was about to leave when Du Shaokai walked in.

He grinned, "Yo, Lao Song! Done already? That was quick!"

He then winked at Tang Song and placed a beautifully packaged takeaway on Tian Jing's desk.

"Supervisor Tian, today's afternoon tea has arrived! Fresh fruit slices from Baiguoyuan, all your favorites."

"Thanks." Tian Jing absentmindedly thanked him, her eyes wandering, occasionally glancing at Tang Song's hanging hands.

Seeing Du Shaokai's eager expression, Tang Song raised an eyebrow and leaned toward Tian Jing, "By the way, Little Jing, the May Day holiday is coming up. Don't forget our dinner plan."

Tian Jing's eyes sparkled, her legs tightly together, and she whispered, "Alright, we'll discuss the time and place later. I don't know what you want to eat."

"OK." Tang Song nodded, feeling that the company's goddess was genuinely nice—kept her word and didn't just talk big.

Before leaving, he patted Du Shaokai on the shoulder, "I'm off, bye."

Du Shaokai's mouth twitched, "Little Jing, why are you having dinner with him?"

"It was pre-arranged, can't back out now." Tian Jing casually replied, her eyes on the computer screen, but her mind elsewhere.

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Du Shaokai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Tian Jing's expression, he didn't dare.

After Du Shaokai left, Tian Jing quickly opened the "Beautiful World of 2D" group chat.

She messaged, "Ahhh! Today, I saw a pair of real manga hands—super beautiful! I'm numb! The skin, texture, joints, and proportions are all perfect! Flawless!"

[Sisi: "I don't believe it! Show proof!"]

[Tagu: "Calm down. Little Jing is shallow; I've never seen truly beautiful hands. One of my seniors has model hands. I always want to use them when I see him!"]

[Nana: "@Little Jing, got pics? I want to see!"]

Licking her dry lips, Tian Jing opened a photo, cropped the hand area, and shared it in the group.

She commented: "iPhone original camera, no beauty filter!"

As soon as the photo was posted, the group exploded.

"Charge! I'm already under the covers!"

"What magnificent hands! I want to see, touch, lick, rub!"

"Little Jing, please introduce us!"

Tian Jing blushed as she chatted with her friends about naughty topics. She couldn't resist opening the album again, admiring the photos she had taken, suddenly feeling a strong urge to go to the bathroom.