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  “Perhaps it was because of work. Young Master Han usually arrives early at the office too, just that he would not normally stand downstairs and reveal his presence. Don’t make a fuss about nothing guys…”


  “…”


  Everyone’s speculations were headed in a normal direction, perhaps because there were a few rational people who occasionally moderated the discussion.

  However, Nian Xiaomu could not think straight for a long time as she thought about the sentence that said ‘Could he have quarreled with his fiancée?’.

  She had assumed that she had bumped into him by coincidence.

  And now, the contents on the company intranet told her otherwise, he had, in fact, stood downstairs on purpose.

  What was he waiting for?

  Or rather, who was he waiting for?

  Even though she knew that she should not expect anything, something seemed to be throbbing in her chest and her heart was pounding wildly.

  Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted her breakfast sitting on the table; grabbing it over, she removed the packaging and stuffed the sandwich into her mouth.

  She had not eaten dinner yesterday and was famished.

  As such, she bought a big breakfast and had planned to use it to allay her hunger. However, it had one more function now: To calm her nerves!

  She finished the breakfast set that was meant for two and drank the bottle of yogurt drink.

  Burp!

  Nian Xiaomu couldn’t help it and burped in satisfaction.

  She lay slumped on the chair and was about to check if there were any photos of Yu Yuehan on the intranet. Someone knocked on the door just as she had started to scroll through her cell phone.

  Nian Xiaomu sat back upright on her chair and called out, “Come in.”


  The secretary pushed the door open and entered the room.

  She was holding a few documents in her hand.

  “Manager Nian, these are the documents that will be sent to the president’s office later on in the day. Please vet through them.”


  “Place them down here.” Nian Xiaomu gestured to the secretary to place the documents in front of her and picked one up to read. However, she realized that the secretary, who would usually have gone immediately after reporting to her, was still standing before her with a face full of gossip.

  Nian Xiaomu’s hand stopped moving on the document and she raised her eyebrows.

  “Anything else?”


  The moment the secretary heard her speak, she rushed forward immediately and hugged the table.

  With shimmering eyes, she asked, “Manager Nian, do you really not know what happened to Young Master Han?”


  “…”


  Nian Xiaomu stared at the gossipy secretary for a while, she sported an attitude of ‘let’s get confused together’ and placed the documents on her hand down slowly.

  She enunciated every word clearly and said,

  “He must have fallen out of love.”


  “What?!” The secretary was so shocked that she opened her mouth so wide that she could swallow a whole egg.

  A look that spelled ‘I don’t even have a chance to get near my heartthrob, yet some early bird has already caught the worm and even dumped him afterward’ clearly showed in her eyes!’


  With a bellyful of resentment, she was about to ask Nian Xiaomu who that blind woman was when Nian Xiaomu spoke up first.

  “Secretary Hao, do you have friends who work in an airline company?”


  The secretary stared blankly and nodded her head immediately. “Yes, my best friend works in an airline company and she is part of a small scale management committee. Do you need any help, Manager Nian?”


  Nian Xiaomu hesitated for a few seconds before asking, “Could I trouble her to find out news of a person? One of my friends went missing on the plane.”


  As soon as the words left her mouth, she added immediately.

  “It’s alright if it isn’t convenient for her…”


  “No worries! How can asking about a person be of any inconvenience?” The secretary agreed readily and got ready to take note of the name on the paper.

  However, a surprised look flashed past the secretary’s face when she saw the name that Nian Xiaomu had written.

  “Tan Bengbeng? I seemed to have heard someone mentioning this name before…”