Chapter 19：Work (2/2)

Qian Meigui shook her head, nervously. Song Sheng then stood up to get some gel reliever. He returned and placed it over her leg. Qian Meigui smiled, ”Thank you,” she said.

Song Sheng stood up, towering her, looking down with deep gaze. He then ruffled her hair, pinching her nose as he said, ”Watch out, idiot.”

Qian Meigui puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms.

”I'm not an idiot,” she assured him jokingly.

Song Sheng put the ointment in the cupboard. ”Let's go,” his deep-smooth voice sounded. Song Sheng approached his closet, placing on a cobalt-blue suit jacket, and then placing a hand in his pocket as he approached the front door. Her leg began to feel better, so Qian Meigui followed him, not trying to catch up. After eleven years of knowing him, she always walked behind him, it made her feel protected, but now it felt as if something had changed.

Qian Meigui followed him to the parking garage. Song Sheng drove her home, he waited for her to change, and dropped her off at Song Pharmaceuticals. She wondered if it made him feel uncomfortable to be there.

Qian Meigui also wondered what compelled him to switch companies. He was loyal to Song Pharmaceuticals, but she supposed that it was a good thing as well. Song Ren deserved to inherit the company, and she was glad that Song Rui did not give it to Song Jun. Song Jun would have done well, but he was more of a follower than a leader. He looked up to both Ren and Sheng.

Before she left his car, she said softly, ”Thank you.” Song Sheng glanced at her, ”Mhm,” he nodded.

Qian Meigui closed the door, and he sped off.

She sighed deeply and hopelessly, before walking into Song Corporation.

Song Corporation had many white and glass walls because the company embodied simple futuristic structures. Many people walked through the halls with their lab coats or expensive attire.

Although Qian Meigui studied biology and chemistry, she was not as passionate as Song Ren. Therefore when she settled into the company, Song Rui gave her a position with the public relations and marketing team.

”Hello, Mistress Song,” the receptionist greeted. Qian Meigui greeted them back as she walked down the hall when a panicked and sweaty secretary approached her.

”Yang Minzhe,” Qian Meigui called out to him with furrowed brows. He tried to catch his breath and held his knees with his palms. Yang Minzhe was Song Ren's secretary.

”Song Mei,” he breathed, still trying to catch his breath. ”I've been running around trying to find out where Song Ren is; she's always on time. Do you know where she is? We have an important meeting in an hour with some companies that are proposing their materials. As the future lady boss, this is very important.”

Qian Meigui was startled. Song Ren was never the type to be late, she was always early, and she would stay behind. ”She's not answering any of my calls,” he said.

”I think I know how to reach her; it's a long shot.”

Qian Meigui grabbed her cellphone and dialled Su Feng's number.