Chapter 43 - These Two Seem to Be Flirting with Each Other (2/2)

“You’re not gonna continue pretending to have aching fingers?” Nian Junting turned his eyes away from the computer screen and looked at her expressionlessly.

Luosang stopped herself from rolling her eyes, and forced a smile. “Enjoy the fruit.”

Nian Junting picked a piece of grapefruit, put it in his mouth, then smiled faintly.

‘Women need to be docile like this. I don’t like the hard-to-get game,’ he thought.

Luosang silently stood by his side, watching him finish half a plate of grapefruits. He then began reading an email. The email was in j.a.panese. He browsed it quickly, then called the translator to hand him the translated copy tomorrow morning.

Luosang stared at his computer screen for quite a while. She had spent a year in j.a.pan as an exchange student, so she had a good command of j.a.panese. She couldn’t memorize anything she read, but as she had started practicing memorizing lines since she was little, her memory was much better than that of many others. At a quick glance, she figured out that the content of the email was an important contract. It should be the contract that Nian Junting’s company was about to sign with a scientific and technical corporation from j.a.pan, which was often mentioned by him during the meetings he had with the top managers of his company these days. It was said that this project was going to be their biggest invested-project this year, and would involve over a billion yuan.

“Can you read this?” Nian Junting saw that her eyes were fixed on the computer screen, so he asked her this after hanging up the phone.

Luosang lowered her head, smile,d and remained silent.

…

The next day, Luosang wheeled Nian Junting into a small meeting room that she had never been in before. The bright sunlight poured into the room through the tempered gla.s.s windows. The meeting table, chairs, the ceiling light, and everything else in the room highlighted the luxurious taste of its owner.

“Hey, you’re here.” Xiao Si was sitting in the room, smoking with a man and a woman. The man was about forty years old. He was wearing a suit and looked like a business elite. The woman was wearing a smart white dress suit and delicate makeup, looking both modest and pretty.

“Mr. Nian, Happy New Year.” The woman elegantly stood up to shake Nian Junting’s hands while casually tucking her hair behind her ear. “You’re about to recover, right?” she asked.