nucmednet Chapter 891 I don’t want to be treated specially
Chapter 891 I don’t want to be treated specially
Xinxing Advertising Company is located in an office building next to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. The building faces the street, has high and wide floors, and its glass curtain walls are dazzling in the sun.
The last ray of light from the setting sun slanted into the office and fell on Yu Qianqian's workbench. There were several manuscripts placed next to the keyboard, and the focused light made them particularly clear.
In the corridor, three female colleagues walked to the bathroom together, their high heels clicking on the tiles.
"Hey, did you see it this morning? Yu Qianqian, that silly and innocent girl, actually has a boyfriend." The curly-haired girl in the front lowered her voice, her hands still combing her sideburns in front of the mirror.
Next to the sink, a girl in a white shirt turned on the faucet, and the water flowed. "He's quite handsome, but he looks familiar. I can't remember where I've seen him before, even if I try my best."
"More than handsome," the third girl with a high ponytail came over and glanced mysteriously towards the office.
"That person sent Qianqian to the company and even went to see Mr. Wang. Guess what?
When Mr. Wang escorted him out, his face was as bright as a flower, and he nodded and bowed, as if he had met his real father.
"Is this true? We just went to copy the documents and we missed such a big secret!" The curly-haired girl wiped her hands, her eyes full of gossip.
The tea room was even busier. Two girls, holding coffee cups, would occasionally glance at Yu Qianqian's workstation.
At this time, the door was pushed open and Yuyan walked in. The silk shirt she wore today was meticulously done, and her face was paler than the whiteboard on the wall.
"Sister Yuyan, you look so pale...are you okay?" The girl drinking coffee immediately came over.
There was a hint of gloating concern in his tone, "Boss Wang asked you to come into his office this morning. What did he say?"
Yuyan reached out to get herself a cup of warm water from the water dispenser, gulped down half a cup, and said unhappily:
"What else can I do? Let me review the advertising materials in Yu Qianqian's hands.
Something like 'relax the standards, don't be too strict'. The guy who came this morning, is he difficult to deal with?"
"Who is that person?" another girl exclaimed in astonishment. "How could he make Mr. Wang's attitude towards Yu Qianqian change 180 degrees? Is there something really going on?"
"Besides caring about whether milk tea has 30% or 50% sugar, can't you just read the financial news?"
Yuyan poked her forehead in frustration, "Assistant to the President of Fengteng International! Deng Zhouyi.
The last time the financial channel interviewed Teng Zijing, he was standing right next to me. Are you blind?"
The girl covered her mouth in fear and nearly spilled her coffee: "Oh my god! What kind of shit luck does Yu Qianqian have?
How could such a big shot fall for her? God is too partial! "
"She has a close friend working in a big company," Yuyan stared out the window, her tone as cold as ice.
"I've run into her a few times while shopping before. She's average looking, but has a great temperament and strong abilities. I think her name is Jiang Li."
"Oh—I remember now!" The girl clapped her hands. "I met him at the milk tea shop downstairs before the New Year. He was wearing a black suit, his hair was combed meticulously, and he looked really cold!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tea room was gently pushed open, and Yu Qianqian stood at the door with an empty cup of water, a bit confused on her face.
The two of them looked at each other, then immediately picked up their cups and pretended to discuss a document.
She walked quickly around her, the sound of her high heels getting farther and farther away in the corridor.
Yu Qianqian walked to the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water, and took a sip.
As soon as I put down the cup, my cell phone rang and the words "Deng Zhouyi" appeared on the screen.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly picked up the phone, her voice a little tense: "Hello..."
A Maserati stopped at the company gate. Deng Zhouyi lowered the window and said to his phone, "Come down! I'll pick you up at the company gate."
Yu Qianqian held the phone, rubbing her fingertips across the cold screen, her voice as soft as a mosquito:
"I...I haven't finished get off work yet. I have a lot of work piled up, so I guess I'll have to work overtime until very late."
"Overtime?" Deng Zhouyi's voice came through the receiver, with a hint of subtle surprise.
"What's wrong? Is it too much work, or is someone trying to make things difficult for you?"
“No, no,” Yu Qianqian waved her hands quickly, as if afraid that he would misunderstand, “It’s just… the house I rented is close to the company, only a ten-minute walk away.
You are so busy every day, you don’t have to come to pick me up specially. Besides…” She paused, her cheeks flushed slightly.
"I'm not used to...living with others yet." The last few words were spoken vaguely, almost drowned out by the sound of the water dispenser in the tea room.
Just then, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and three colleagues approached, talking and laughing.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard Yu Qianqian's voice on the phone and my steps suddenly stopped.
The boy with glasses took the lead and glanced inside the door, then lowered his voice and said to his companion:
"Hey, do you remember the suicide by jumping from a building in Dongheng Residential Complex on the second day of the Lunar New Year?"
The other man and woman looked at each other and shook their heads. One of them, with a bun-like hairstyle, asked, "Who wants to commit suicide? Are you so desperate?"
The man with glasses raised his hand and pointed at Yu Qianqian, who was facing away from them in the tea room, and lowered his voice even more: "That's her. There were quite a few people watching in the neighborhood that day!
In the video shot by the reporter, Fengteng's CEO Teng, Zidong's CEO Jiang, and Assistant Deng, who had taken her to work that morning, hurried into the building where she rented her apartment.
"What?!" The girl with the bun-haired hairstyle covered her mouth in shock, her eyes full of disbelief, "Qianqian? Why is she..."
"Who knows?" Another boy stroked his chin, his tone inquiring. "Maybe..."
Before she could finish her words, the door to the tea room creaked open. Yu Qianqian walked out with a cup of water in her hand and bumped into three colleagues who were peeking in from the door.
The gossipy expressions on the three people's faces were too late to be restrained. They froze there, dodging their eyes and moving to the side, pretending to be just passing by.
Yu Qianqian didn't bother to pay attention to their strangeness. She walked straight back to her workstation, sat down, opened the document and continued typing on the keyboard.
The cursor on the screen was flashing, but she was a little absent-minded and her fingers pressed the wrong letters several times.
"Qianqian."
The sudden sound startled her, and when she looked up, she saw Mr. Wang standing by the table with a smile on his face.
He hurriedly stood up and said nervously, "Boss Wang, I'm already rushing to finish the manuscript. I'll work overtime tonight and make sure to finish the work for these days."
In the past, this boss always had a frown on his face. If anyone made a mistake in their work,
She could be scolded by him until her eyes turned red, but now her face is wrinkled and her tone is as friendly as that of the uncle next door.
"Let's put aside the work that can't be finished today," Mr. Wang glanced out the window, then looked away.
"It's almost time to get off work. Assistant Deng came to pick you up specially. Don't keep us waiting too long. Hurry up and pack up and go."
As soon as these words came out, the office fell silent. The colleagues who had been pretending to be busy couldn't help but look up.
Everyone's eyes fell on Yu Qianqian and Mr. Wang, their eyes filled with shock and an expression of "I've never seen this before".
Everyone knows that Mr. Wang is the most demanding. Last time, Xiao Zhou from the design department submitted his proposal half an hour late.
He scolded me in front of the whole company and I couldn't even raise my head. Today, I actually said to Yu Qianqian
"Don't keep them waiting too long"? Is the sun rising in the west?
Yu Qianqian was also stunned, not knowing how she had gotten through the day. When Mr. Wang saw that she did not move,
He urged again, "Hurry up and go. We can't neglect a person like Assistant Deng."
After saying that, he considerately helped her close the laptop, as if he was afraid of delaying this "great thing".
Yu Qianqian clutched the corner of her clothes and picked up her bag helplessly. Amidst a sea of inquiring and envious gazes, she walked quickly towards the door with her head lowered, her cheeks so hot that you could fry an egg on them.
Deng Zhouyi caught a glimpse of the familiar figure walking out of the office building in the car, and hurriedly opened the door and got out.
The setting sun stretched his shadow very long. He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door with his hand. His palm was lightly protecting the upper edge of the door frame, afraid that she would hit her head. "Get in."
Yu Qianqian lowered her head and sat in the seat. The coolness of the leather seat seeped through the thin fabric, causing her to subconsciously shrink her shoulders.
Deng Zhouyi walked back to the driver's seat and just fastened his seat belt when he noticed that the person next to him had his head down.
Her long hair hung down, covering half of her face, and even her breathing was muffled.
"What's wrong?" He started the car, the engine humming softly. "Did work go wrong today? Or did someone give you a hard time?"
Yu Qianqian slowly shook her head, her fingertips unconsciously picking at the strap of her bag. Her voice was like wet cotton: "My colleagues are all saying...that you went to the office to see Mr. Wang."
Deng Zhouyi paused for a moment as he gripped the steering wheel, then said frankly, "Yes, I've been there. Any questions?"
"Boss Wang's attitude today is... so different." Yu Qianqian raised her head, her eyes misty.
"He used to look at me like I was air, but today he actually smiled and urged me to get off work, saying I shouldn't keep you waiting too long.
My colleagues are talking behind my back, and the comments are really unpleasant. I don’t want that… I don’t want to be treated specially.”
Deng Zhouyi frowned, his tone a little puzzled: "You told me before that Party A rejected the manuscript again and again, deliberately making things difficult for you, and you were so angry that you hid in the stairwell and cried.
I went to see your boss just to ask him to take better care of you and not let you suffer any more injustice. Isn't it right for me to stand up for my girlfriend?"
"But this is different..." Yu Qianqian's voice trembled, "If you interfere in my affairs like this, everyone will think
I achieved this not through my own strength, but with the help of my boyfriend.
I just want to go to work quietly and do my job well based on my own abilities. I don’t want people to point fingers at me and gossip about me.”
She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and reached out to unlock the car door:
"I want to go back to my rental house and have a good sleep so I can sort out all the mess that's happened these days. You...you go back by yourself."
Before Deng Zhouyi could say anything, Yu Qianqian had already opened the car door and was walking hurriedly towards the sidewalk.
The traffic flow during the evening rush hour moved slowly, and her back seemed particularly thin in the crowd.
Walking step by step towards Dongheng Community, the setting sun cut her shadow into a thin and long thread that could be broken by the wind at any time.
Deng Zhouyi sat in the car, watching the figure gradually merge into the crowd. He tapped the steering wheel heavily with his fingertips, but ultimately failed to catch up.
The car window was halfway lowered, and he took a puff of the cigarette in his hand. The evening breeze blew into the car, making the hair on his forehead messy.