After Breaking Up With the Scheming Bad Woman 89p2

Chapter 89: She Couldn’t Deny That She Was Not So Calm at This Moment. p2

Time entered July, and the plum rain season in Haicheng was gradually receding.

By the time the sky was completely clear on Friday, the haze had disappeared, and the whole city was as if it had been renovated. The pedestrians in the streets and alleys were no longer holding umbrellas.

In a meeting room in “Silk Season’s” office building, Huai Xing was having a meeting with the design team.

This was the core content that the eight designers had discussed after exchanging opinions yesterday. How many main styles there would be, how the theme would be reflected through the clothes, the confirmation of the fabrics involved…

Everything was listed clearly. Huai Xing had learned a lot of relevant knowledge in the industry in these years. After this meeting, she had no other opinions and let them do as they pleased. But all the clothes had to be finalized before the end of this month, and then they would be adjusted according to the models.

After the meeting, she did not trouble Ding Rong and went to the pantry to get coffee.

The daylight was infinitely good, making people drowsy. After getting over the sore waist of the past two days, she was much better now. The room-temperature coffee was swirling in her cup, and she sat in her chair, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Her phone screen lit up at this moment. It was a message from Lu Zhenyue.

Lu Zhenyue: [I’m not working overtime today, and I don’t have a play.]

Lu Zhenyue: [Shall I pick you up after work, Xiao Xing?]

Huai Xing lowered her eyes and looked at the message, silently taking a sip of coffee. Thinking of what Lu Zhenyue had said a few nights ago, she replied: [Okay, Sister Suisui.]

After she had replied to the message, another person came into the pantry.

Chu Wantang was holding a small notebook in one hand and her own cup in the other, and she greeted with a smile, “President Huai.”

Huai Xing immediately locked her screen and returned to a black screen.

Chu Wantang walked to the coffee machine and skillfully got herself the same kind of coffee. The coffee liquid dripped out, and in a little while, a cup was full.

Then, she sat opposite Huai Xing, placed the small notebook in front of her, and asked, “This is not working time, right? You’re on a break.”

“Mm,” Huai Xing said, looking at the screen that had lit up again, and nonchalantly put her phone face down on the table.

“Are you going to interview me, Director Chu?”

Chu Wantang took a sip of coffee and shook her head. “No.” She took out a pen. “I want to confirm tomorrow’s menu with you.”

Huai Xing’s right elbow was on the table. She looked at her serious appearance and scratched the back of her head.

She still couldn’t help but ask, “Are you really not ordering takeout?”

“Are you afraid I’ll poison you?”

“A little.”

Chu Wantang couldn’t help but laugh and didn’t chat with her anymore, getting straight to the point. “A housewarming banquet is about auspicious meanings. Corn and pork rib stew means ‘rising step by step.’ Coke chicken wings are ‘spreading your wings and flying high.’ Braised pork is said to be ‘good luck’.”

The person opposite her was talking and writing at the same time. Huai Xing’s gaze fell on the hand holding the pen.

The knuckles were slightly raised because she was holding the pen, and the lines between the joints were soft. The ring finger and the little finger were naturally curved, like a butterfly with its wings folded. The nails were a round, light pink, without a trace of nail polish.

The characters she wrote were still the familiar running script. Chu Wantang’s handwriting was very much like the feeling she gave people. The brushstrokes were sharp but could be controlled freely. The corners of the turns were as sharp as a knife’s carving, and even the spacing between the characters was wide and open, as if it had been carefully measured with a ruler.

Such beautiful handwriting was being seriously written down by its owner as “corn and pork rib stew,” “Coke chicken wings”…

She looked up again, and her gaze fell on Chu Wantang’s beautiful face. Her expression was pious and serious, as if she were not writing a menu, but designing clothes.

Huai Xing looked at her like this, and the pad of her finger holding the coffee cup couldn’t help but caress the wall of the cup twice. She asked, “Is there anyone else?”

“No,” Chu Wantang looked at her. “You’re my only friend here.”

“Then why did you write so much?” There was no way the two of them could finish it.

Chu Wantang: “There are many options for you to choose from.” She said, pressing her lips together, her eyes holding a deep meaning. “I don’t know if your taste has changed.”

“That’s true. It’s been so long. It’s normal for my taste to have changed.”

“…Mm.” Dead mouth. I should have known not to say that.

It was hard to hear.

Chu Wantang looked at the menu she had written, and the corners of her lips curled up helplessly. She then continued to write, “As for vegetables, dry pot cauliflower means ‘blooming flowers and wealth,’ and stir-fried lotus root means ‘good luck’.”

Huai Xing no longer looked at her and still took out her phone, opening her chat with Lu Zhenyue.

Lu Zhenyue: [I have something funny to share with you today. I’ll tell you when I pick you up.]

Huai Xing: [Okay.]

Lu Zhenyue: [Xiao Xing, I remember we’re not colleagues?]

Lu Zhenyue: [Every time you send me ‘okay,’ it makes me feel like you’re my colleague.]

Huai Xing: [Then I’ll change it.]

She quoted the sentence about sharing something funny and replied again: [Mm-hmm, I’ll tell you then.]

Lu Zhenyue sent a string of “hahaha” and then a cute cat emoji.

Huai Xing also smiled at this cat emoji, locked her screen again, and just happened to meet Chu Wantang’s calm eyes. She inexplicably felt her throat itch, cleared her throat, and asked in a warm and moist voice, “Are you done listing?”

Chu Wantang’s lips held a smile. She pushed the small notebook in front of Huai Xing. “I’m done. Please take a look. But you don’t have to decide right away. You can give me an answer before noon tomorrow. I’ll go out to buy groceries in the afternoon.”

Huai Xing looked at this page of a long menu. There were still many main dishes.

She confirmed again, “Are you sure you don’t want takeout?”

“Mm, no need,” Chu Wantang said. “I’ll try the poison first. If I’m really poisoned, you remember to take me to the hospital.”

Huai Xing: “Alright.”

She saw that her coffee was finished and got off the stool. “Then I’ll go back to the office, Director Chu. I’ll get back to you on the specific dishes tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

As soon as she left, Chu Wantang looked into the distance. The sun was good, and the scenery looked even better. But her face was like the plum rain season that had not yet passed two days ago.

A layer of dark clouds was covering it, and it was also raining lightly.

She squinted her eyes and took a sip of the coffee.

Who was the person Huai Xing was chatting with just now? Lu Zhenyue?

Whether it was Lu Zhenyue or not, it made her feel a little sour in her heart, because she felt that Huai Xing would not show such a smile when she was chatting with her.

…

In the evening, the first sunset after the end of the plum rain season gradually arrived.

The sunset glow spread through the gaps between the buildings, plating every place with a warm and soft light. The leaves on the side of the road were also inlaid with golden edges. The gentle breeze blew, and the light spots were fine.

Chu Wantang’s office could see the parking situation in the square outside the “Silk Season” building. She had bought a few pots of succulents and placed them on the window, and was looking after the succulents and thinking about fashion design. She didn’t even feel the sunset glow on her face.

Suddenly, she saw a white car drive in and park in an empty space in the corner. The woman who got out of the car was tall with long legs, and her appearance was not strange to her.

Chu Wantang’s breathing stopped. She reacted, took a step back, and hid herself.

She turned around and came outside the office. She had to say that the location of their design team was good. It was in the center of the floor. Looking to the right, you could see the location of the pantry, and looking to the left, you could see the president’s office.

There were less than ten minutes left before the end of the workday. Her brows were furrowed. She didn’t have to think to know that Lu Zhenyue had come today to pick someone up after work.

In the past, when she and Huai Xing were both at “Lan Ling,” they would often have breakfast together and go to and from work together.

And now Huai Xing was going to sit in someone else’s passenger seat. The words about her taste changing in the afternoon were still ringing in her ears, and also the “if it were Sister Suisui, the word ‘borrow’ would not have appeared” at the old matriarch Lu’s birthday banquet…

She couldn’t deny that she was not so calm at this moment.

What could she do? What else could she do? Chu Wantang watched as Lu Zhenyue walked into the pantry and returned to her office.

The past between her and Huai Xing seemed to be being overturned and covered up bit by bit. She hated this feeling.

A few minutes later, Huai Xing had just finished her work for the day, and her phone rang just in time. She turned off her computer, rubbed her neck, and looked at the ceiling as she answered, “Director Chu, what’s wrong?”

“I’m stuck on a drawing. It’s a bit painful. So I wanted to ask if you could…” Chu Wantang asked in a soft voice, “return those seven minutes to me? Xingxing.”