Falling on HIs Palm

She suddenly sat up on the bed, holding her phone with both hands, waiting for his reply. But after waiting for almost a minute, she still didn't see it. What was he doing? In the end, she decided to give up. Chances were given to those who were prepared.

[I chose the most beautiful photo of the supermoon. Do you like it?]

[Mmh.]

She had no idea how to continue. His reply was too cold.

Fortunately, he sent another one at this moment. 

[Did you take the photo?]

[I don't have the ability to do that. It was taken by my university friend who was also an amateur photographer like you and loved taking pictures of the moon too.]

This time, Song Bojian went silent for a long time. She looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock. He probably wouldn't reply again. Just as she was about to sleep, her phone vibrated again.

[Since it's a gift for me, shouldn't you be more sincere?]

Lying on the bed, she was a little stunned by his reply, and her phone slipped from her grip and landed on her face. It was so painful that she almost cried. However, she kept thinking about Song Bojian's words. Did he think that she wasn't sincere enough for taking someone else's picture as his gift?

Now she understood.

She immediately stood up. She remembered that when she went to Tibet with Wu Xiangdai, she had taken a lot of pictures of the starry sky at that time. To her surprise, she really found one in which she was standing on the mountain, her hands holding up close to the moon as if she was lifting the moon in a dislocated manner.

She cut herself off, leaving only a pure and flawless white moon in the picture. When she sent the photo over, she felt that there should be no problem this time.

[What's under the moon?]

She took a closer look. Why was he so sharp-eyed? Though she had been so careful taking herself out of that picture, he could still tell that something was wrong. With that thought in mind, she had to reply honestly.

[My hands. I was lifting the moon.]

[Send me the original picture.]

She admitted that she was a little surprised. What did he mean? He clearly knew that there was her face in the original picture, yet he insisted on asking for it… So, he wanted her photo?

[The edges of this photo weren't well-handled. It's uncomfortable to look at.]

She was speechless. Well, she was the one who thought too much. Hence, she sent the original picture to him without hesitation. Whatever. He could retouch it as he pleased.

Song Bojian had also just returned home. He usually didn't live with his grandparents. He lived alone in a high-end residential area near the company. As soon as he walked into his house, he saw the photo that Qi Mei had sent.

In this photo, she was wearing a Tibetan dress and her smile was especially bright and cute. She raised her hands to the night sky, and the moon seemed to fall lightly on her palms. And at this moment, he held the phone as if she had fallen on his palm.

…

She had thought that she would take a step toward Song Bojian after they dined out last time. However, he was nowhere to be seen for a week. Yun Xiaofang's students sent her a box of oranges. Qi Mei used the excuse of giving some to Grandma Xiao to go to their house. Only then did she know that Song Bojian had gone out of town last week and had not returned yet…

She was not that surprised since Song Bojian was a workaholic. He wouldn't indulge himself in a relationship, not to mention that they weren't officially in a relationship!

She also stopped thinking about it and went to have a meal with Wu Xiangdai on the weekend.

"You didn't sleep well? You look listless." Wu Xiangdai couldn't help but ask.

"You'll understand when you start working at my company," Qi Mei raised her eyebrows.

"You are still negotiating with Yin Ziyuan's company?" Wu Xiangdai asked.

Qi Mei couldn't help feeling disgusted when thinking of the image of Yin Ziyuan sitting calmly across from her. She said sarcastically, "Not to mention the entire company, everyone in this industry knows about what happened between us. They just pretended that nothing happened."

This was not the most disgusting thing. After some people knew it, their sympathy turned into ridicule. They said everything in secret, making Qi Mei feel annoyed even when she went to the water cooler to get a cup of tea.

"This is too torturous." Wu Xiangdai frowned. "I think you should just do as I said. Immediately find a super handsome guy who surpasses Yin Ziyuan in all aspects, and then you can take him to the company for a walk. At the very least, you can't lose your poise!" As she spoke, she took out her phone and prepared to call someone. Anyway, she was looking for a man. This was simple. As a reporter, she had a lot of resources.

"No, I don't need one," Qi Mei refused.