Never Did He Care When She Cried (5)

Shi Che listened on the phone with a poker face. He calmly hung up the call and sat on the swivel chair made from genuine leather inside his office. After a while, he reached out for the phone and dialed the internal line.

A polite female voice immediately answered. "Yes, Mr. Shi."

"Come in for a while."

Almost instantly, someone knocked on the office door. The female secretary who wore her suit impeccably walked in. She took a slight bow towards Shi Che and asked formally, "Mr. Shi, what do you need me to do?"

"Postpone the upcoming meeting for later. Defer all appointments in the afternoon as well." Shi Che's voice was low and deep. It was blunt and did not allow for questioning. He then got up immediately and started wearing his suit hung at the side. 

The secretary was stumped. The upcoming meeting was extremely important. It was meant to promote the company's development and elevate the company's position. Why was it canceled out of nowhere?

The secretary had no chance to speak as Shi Che grabbed his car keys and left quickly, just as she was about to ask why.

The secretary felt her body tremble sharply as she stared at Shi Che's back. 

She had been with Mr. Shi for almost three years. Shi Che was a stereotypical aristocrat: refined, calm, reserved, and composed. He always portrayed a zen image. So zen that in fact, he did not seem human and appeared to live in his own parallel world.

Natural human reactions of panic and anxiety never manifested on him.

But just a moment ago, as she saw Mr. Shi leave, she had clearly felt a sense of panic and anxiety radiating from him. She had even picked up a hint of shiver in his voice as he spoke to her.

What could put Mr. Shi in this state?

The secretary ruminated on the spot and suddenly shook her head laughing. No, she must have gotten the wrong impression from him. How could Mr. Shi... ever panic or be anxious over something?

Even if the skies fell, he would probably still smile in his composed manner. The secretary amused at herself and left the office.

Shi Che took the lift straight to the basement car-park of the company. The elevator door opened and he stepped out with broad steps.

He did not drive often, but a car was parked in the basement all the time in case he needed it. He walked in front of the vehicle and unlocked it. He pulled the driver seat door open and got inside to start the car. The automobile moved off quickly.

As the car left the car-park, it accelerated quickly. Shi Che had both hands on the steering wheel. While his handsome face still did not show much emotion, his hands were firmly gripped on the steering wheel. The blue veins on the back of his hands were standing out.

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Ji Xinxin eventually turned the car around and sent Ling Chuxia home.

But Ji Xinxin had driven a long way in the opposite direction. When she finally made a u-turn, the protracted journey had taken much time. When Ling Chuxia finally arrived home, dusk had long fallen.