After the meeting ended, Di Jinye returned to his office.
His gaze suddenly fell upon the afternoon tea on his desk, along with a note.
"Skipping lunch is bad for your health; drink less alcohol and coffee, and try the tea I brewed for you."
The signature read Secretary Cheng, in delicate handwriting, accompanied by the fresh aroma of Longjing tea.
In Di Jinye's eyes, only the concern from Cheng Ruowei was devoid of any ulterior motives, the purest form of emotion.
"My ex-wife is trying to conquer me with tenderness, and I have no reason not to give you a chance," he concluded mock-seriously, setting aside his work to enjoy the ten minutes of Cheng Ruowei's goodwill.
Meanwhile.
Cheng Ruowei left the company through the lobby on the first floor.
Just then, Cheng Qing'er emerged from the restroom and caught sight of Cheng Ruowei.
"Am I seeing things, Cheng Ruowei? What is she doing at the Di Corporation?"