Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 405 Yun Xiaqing 12

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yun Xiaqing had just walked to her workstation when she was startled by the scene in front of her - a beautifully packaged red rose in bud was quietly leaning against her computer keyboard.

Dewdrops roll on the petals, fresh and juicy.

There is no signature, but the bright, aggressive colors appearing in the pile of uniform documents make their direction self-evident.

It was as if a stone had been thrown into the air of the office area, which had not yet fully awakened.

Several colleagues around cast curious or teasing glances at me.

Yun Xiaqing frowned, and without thinking, she took the flowers and walked straight to the door of the public tea room in the corner of the office, and gently placed them on the small round table, with a clear meaning: this item has no owner.

However, the next morning, in the same position, the red rose turned into a pure and elegant white lily.

On the third day, it was the passionate and unrestrained sunflowers... one kind every day, one sunflower every day, rain or shine, like a silent declaration, stubbornly occupying her visual space.

Colleagues have already started joking about it privately.

During lunch break, Yun Xiaqing finally stopped Gu Yanzhe in the stairwell as he was about to go upstairs.

"Manager Gu," her voice was calm, but with a hint of distance and coldness, "Please stop sending flowers to my desk. It's inappropriate and has a bad influence."

Gu Yanzhe stopped and turned around, still smiling, but his eyes were filled with seriousness: "Influence? I think expressing appreciation for good colleagues is also a kind of work motivation. Besides..."

Gu Yanzhe paused, staring at her. "The flowers suit you very well." This direct and bold statement left Yun Xiaqing speechless for a moment. She could only turn away with a cold face. The bouquet, of course, remained in the tea room.

Gu Yanzhe seemed to have a precise positioning system.

In the company cafeteria, no matter which corner Yun Xiaqing chose, within five minutes, Gu Yanzhe would always be able to "just" sit at the table next to her with his tray of food.

He calmly started chatting with people around her, both known and unknown, and the topic would always inadvertently lead to areas of her interest (I don't know where he collected the information from), but the ultimate goal was still to strike up a conversation with her.

At tea time, when Yun Xiaqing was just feeling a little tired from checking data for several hours in a row, a cup of warm and fragrant freshly ground coffee (with milk but no sugar, just her taste) would be placed perfectly on the corner of her desk, with a piece of exquisite blueberry cheesecake next to it.

At the bottom of the cup was a piece of note paper with the company's letterhead printed on it, with only a line of powerful penmanship: "Don't be too tired. Gu." Yun Xiaqing looked at the coffee and the note, and finally put the note into the bottom compartment of the drawer with an expressionless face. The coffee... was placed on the corner of the table until it cooled down.

At the end of the working day, no matter it was a storm or a clear sky, when she walked out of the revolving door of the office building, Gu Yanzhe's car would surely slide slowly in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing his handsome face: "Miss Yun, this direction? I'll give you a ride."

Yun Xiaqing politely shook her head every time: "Thank you, no, I'm used to walking/taking the bus." Then she walked past the front of the car without looking around.

Gu Yanzhe was smart and he began to take advantage of the intersection of work.

Yun Xiaqing was responsible for a European client that happened to be within Gu Yanzhe's "expansion scope." Thus, all sorts of high-sounding "business discussions," "solution integration," and "market situation analysis" followed one after another.

He would walk over to her workstation with a thick stack of documents written entirely in English, lean over, and with a pleasant scent of cologne, he would point out the details on the documents, his voice low and focused: "Xia Qing, look at this one, about the new local textile quota policy. I think our alternative plan here may be risky..."

His approach was very oppressive, his professional terms were fluent and authentic, and his opinions were often to the point.

Yun Xiaqing could only force herself to focus on the densely packed words, ignoring the close proximity of the masculine scent and the accent on her name, "Xia Qing"—the first time he used this name, she looked up and reminded him, "Manager Gu, just call me by my full name."

He just smiled and did the same thing next time.

More than three months passed in a flash.

That day, Yun Xiaqing worked hard on an important report for the next day until very late, and the office was almost empty.

After printing the final draft, she hurriedly packed up to leave, but accidentally left the handwritten manuscript containing two key comparison data next to the printer.

It was windy and rainy outside, and it was hard to get a taxi.

When she walked to the door of the building, stood under the awning, frowned at the pouring rain and the endless queue of people, Gu Yanzhe's car appeared again as promised.

But this time, he didn't ask her if she needed a ride as usual. Instead, he got out of the car with an umbrella and ran quickly to her.

"I knew you weren't gone yet," his voice was distorted by the sound of the rain, his hair and shoulders soaked. "I forgot this on the printer."

What he handed over was the stack of manuscripts she had lost, carefully sealed in a transparent file bag so that not a drop of water could seep in.

Yun Xiaqing was stunned. This manuscript was crucial to the meeting tomorrow morning, and her heart suddenly tightened.

After seeing the intact manuscript, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at him.

In the rain, his eyes were no longer filled with the same determination to win as before, but were instead a mixture of genuine concern and a hint of... barely perceptible fatigue?

In order to deliver the manuscript to her, he had obviously been caught in the rain outside, and dark water stains appeared on the shoulders of his dark suit.

"Thank you." For the first time, she said these two words without hesitation, carrying the weight of sincerity.

Gu Yanzhe moved the umbrella towards her: "Get in the car quickly, the rain is too heavy." This time, he did not reach out to touch her, but used his body to block the cold rain blowing from the side.

This time, Yun Xiaqing looked at him with half of his shoulder wet, and the persistence in his eyes that was no longer just "pursuit", pursed her lips, did not refuse, opened the back door and got in.

The car was warm and dry, filled with the same faint scent of cologne as he was wearing.

From that night on, Gu Yanzhe's way of pursuing seemed to have a subtle change.

There were still flowers, but sometimes they were just a small bouquet of dried forget-me-nots on her desk.

Coffee was also served, but the small cake next to it was replaced with the fruit she had mentioned once as a favorite.

When they met in the office, his eyes still followed her, but there was less deliberate aggression and more of a forbearing gaze.

He would help her pass a file that required standing on tiptoe, walk over calmly to restart the server when her computer froze, and even when she was almost scalded by boiling water in the tea room, he rushed over and turned off the water heater... His movements were clean and neat, and after completing them, he would quietly retreat to a safe distance, like a silent guardian.

The high wall of defense in Yun Xiaqing's heart quietly cracked after the sudden heavy rain and the lost and found manuscript.

That fiery gaze seemed to have some kind of penetrating power, causing her to occasionally lose focus involuntarily when she was concentrating on her work.

Gu Yanzhe's "fierceness" was no longer just an outward bombardment. He began to use a more persistent and subtle "penetration", quietly occupying the space around her and... her thoughts.

Outside the window, Shenzhen's night lights were just beginning to come on, neon lights shimmering in the humid air. The future was uncertain, but inside the bustling office of Yonghui International, Yun Xiaqing's heart was finally beginning to ripple for him.