CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: MISS GU, ARE YOU IMPLYING SOMETHING BY REPLYING TO MY MESSAGE AT MIDNIGHT (12:00)?

He Qimo chuckled softly and nodded, "Okay."

His response inadvertently let a trace of darkness pass through He Xiaoqi’s eyes.

But the next moment, as He Qimo turned and spoke, He Xiaoqi’s face instantly turned pale.

"As long as it’s not company’s new documents, that’s fine. It’s about the internet new business, losing tens of billions would be disastrous."

...

Jinyue Zijing Mansion.

He Qimo’s departure left Gu Zixuan utterly desolate. Perhaps, for a successful man, a decade of affection meant little, but for a woman, it was all her youth.

Should she leave? When this question once again lingered in her mind.

She found that, stripping away all external factors, deep down, thinking of his past tenderness, there was still a trace of heartache and unwillingness.

The phone by her side vibrated once; she didn’t bother to check.

She started to immerse herself in work.

After all, since she returned the documents to He Qimo, she had no retreat and must complete the proposal for Feng Chengjin.

The hour hand slowly shifted from 3 to 11:30.

When she shut down the computer, her stomach growled a little. She grabbed a can of milk from the fridge and found a plate of seafood pasta wrapped in cling film with a note attached.

’Don’t work too late. Remember to eat if you’re hungry.’

Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and she glanced toward the room where Yu Yuanshen slept.

The door was closed, and a sliver of warm light seeped from the cracks, indicating he hadn’t slept yet.

Considering Yu Yuanshen worked in finance and usually worked late as well, Gu Zixuanxin shuddered.

But she didn’t intend to disturb him. She heated the pasta in the microwave, ate, washed the plate clean, and returned to her bedroom on the second floor with the milk.

After showering, she lay in bed, flipping through a finance magazine, where Qi Miao’s editorial on the previous quarter’s impact of the United States economy on the Asia Pacific was innovative.

Yet, she couldn’t focus on reading.

After flipping back and forth several times, finding nothing interesting, she picked up her phone, finally noticing the ignored message at noon.

[Sorry for what happened at noon, let me treat you to a meal another day to apologize.]

Her fingertips paused slightly, gazing at the smoothly continuous numbers. She pondered briefly and sent a reply.

[Feng Chengjin?]

Inside Feng Mansion, Feng Chengjin, who had just showered, while toweling his short hair dry, noticed his phone screen light up and unlocked it with a swipe of his thumb.

Seeing the content, the corner of his lips curved slightly as he quickly typed a line with one hand and sent it back.

[Otherwise, which elderly person would wait for you to respond so late?]

Gu Zixuan was amused, a smile playing on her lips as she typed...

[Really? At your age, shouldn’t you be resting at this hour? Take care of your health.]

Suddenly, Feng Chengjin’s hand paused mid-motion, and his face darkened.

His thumbs quickly danced over the phone, sending a line back with a "whoosh."

[Miss Gu, you’re the one disturbing me at this late hour. I’ve heard that the first thing taught to socialites is not to disturb the opposite sex after 10 p.m., yet you’re messaging me at midnight. Are you implying something?]

On the other end, Gu Zixuan, seeing the message, instantly felt her face flush with heat.