Atlas Studios

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  She also appeared to have stayed awake the entire night. She turned around when she heard the door open. When she saw Zhuang Nainai, she pursed her lips and paused momentarily before walking over and saying, “He’s in the office.”


  Zhuang Nainai was mildly surprised to hear this.

  She had thought about a lot the night before. Perhaps Ding Mengya had not meant to say what she had said, and there was no point in bearing a grudge against her.

  However, she was unable to speak to Ding Mengya calmly, and thus, she hummed an agreement.

  She knew what Ding Mengya meant by such a gesture – she wanted Zhuang Nainai to look for Si Zhengting and to explain everything to him.

  However……

  Zhuang Nainai lowered her head. She smiled wryly to herself on the inside.

  She only had to recall how he had completely refused to listen to her explanations yesterday to feel very wronged.

  She also could not stop herself from wondering, if she told Si Zhengting that Ding Mengya had driven the car that had hit her mother, would he believe her?

  The corners of Zhuang Nainai’s lips twitched as she walked out of the villa.

  As she had left early, she reached the office before 7:30 in the morning.

  She entered the elevator and gazed at the numbers on the panel. She contemplated for a moment before pressing the button for the 18th floor.

  Thinking back to the previous disagreements they had before, whenever she went to look for him, the only barrier to that was being stopped at the door.

  Also, when Zhuang Nainai thought about the call made by Gu Deshou yesterday, she did not want to waste any more time. She opened her work laptop and started drawing a design draft that she had planned out a long time ago.

  See, people are divided into different categories.

  Although both of them were involved in the same argument, they behaved differently in its aftermath. He could afford to willfully refuse to return home for a night. However, she had to fight to maintain a calm demeanor in order to live, and on account of Mother Zhuang.

  Zhuang Nainai shook her head and cleared her head of all thoughts.

  The moment the drawing software started up, Zhuang Nainai’s entire demeanor changed.

  Her lost and adorably absentminded gaze immediately became focused, intelligent, and calm.

  Her lips were usually turned upwards in a smile, but they were now tightly pressed together, with a hint of careful seriousness.

  Her fingers were long, elegant, and beautiful. One of her hands was on the keyboard, and the other was on the mouse, working quickly at operating the program.

  When she was immersed in the draft drawing, she would be especially absorbed into it, as though everything around her ceased to exist. In such a state, only conceptions, the drawings, and creativity existed.

  After an unknown period of time, a notification on her cell phone sounded, startling Zhuang Nainai. It was then that she realized that it was 9:30 – time for work.

  Zhuang Nainai looked at the half-finished product longingly, wanting to complete it.

  She actually had it planned for a few days already, but at the thought of Zhang Chaowen, Zhuang Nainai decisively moved her cursor over the button to exit the program. Just as she was about to close the program, she heard someone yelling, “Zhuang Nainai!”


  Zhuang Nainai was so shocked that a shiver ran over her body. She jerked her head up and saw Zhang Chaowen standing in front of her with a dirty look on his face.

  Zhuang Nainai’s heart sank.

  Zhang Chaowen pursued the matter, “How could you dabble in fashion design when you’ve only learned about venue designing? Can you be doing your private work during office hours? Don’t you know the punishment for embarking on your personal matters during office hours?”


  During office hours?

  Zhuang Nainai could not hold back her anger. Rage had already been bubbling within her, and now that Zhang Chaowen was obviously about to punish her, she retaliated. “Deputy Zhang, it has just turned 9:30.”


  Work started at 9:30.

  Zhang Chaowen snorted, “So you get to determine what time it is now? My watch says that it is currently 9:32!”


  After saying this, he notified her of her punishment. “For engaging in your own private matters during office hours, you are to write a reflection on your behavior. I expect to receive it in my office!”


  Zhuang Nainai was surprised and speechless.

  The morning passed quickly as usual. It was noon in the blink of an eye.

  Ji Chen had not sent her a message notifying her that she should go to the top floor for lunch. Zhuang Nainai deliberated for a while before deciding to try her luck. Perhaps she would see Si Zhengting there?