Chapter 72

 

Because he helped her deal with the debt, Liang Jiancheng didn’t get to sing in front of the employees this Christmas Eve. Unexpectedly, this actually became one of Xinghai Company’s “regrets of the year.” Some employees even brought it up in the Zhongjin Handsome Guys & Beautiful Girls Chat Group.

Just how good was Liang Jiancheng’s singing anyway?

Resting her chin on her hand, Ming Xi suddenly felt a faint, restless anticipation—like a kitten scratching at her heart. In this lifetime, she should get the chance to hear Liang Jiancheng sing, right? His voice quality was good. As long as he wasn’t tone-deaf, he would probably sound nice no matter what he sang…

After telling Liang Jiancheng about her background and turning it into a shared secret, Ming Xi felt a special closeness toward him. From that day on, she truly regarded him as a friend. No longer just a useful connection. No longer merely the son of an influential family.

This friend, Liang Jiancheng, was different from Dezi, Han Junjun, and Ji Runze, and also different from Cai Ni.

Among all her friends, she trusted him in a way that belonged to him alone.

Among her friends, she was closest to Cai Ni, but emotionally, she cared for Cai Ni more than she trusted her. In reality, deep down, she admired strength and trusted those who were even stronger.

Liang Jiancheng was currently the only strong friend she could truly trust.

…

December passed quickly, and the end of the year arrived in the blink of an eye. Ming Xi began preparing for next year’s exhibition in South Korea.

She made a detailed checklist of materials and tools required for the exhibition, printed it on A4 paper, and asked Sister CC—who had exhibition experience—to help review it. After reading through the list, Sister CC could only sigh: “Ming Xi, you were practically born to work!”

Ming Xi: …

Wu Jingjing wasn’t exaggerating. For a first-time exhibitor who had also switched products at the last minute, how could she be this thorough? She had considered almost every detail. Wasn’t this what they called a heaven-chosen office warrior?

That was because she knew how to get things done.

Ming Xi always worked this way—planning everything carefully in her head. She didn’t aim for absolute perfection, only to avoid letting small problems disrupt progress.

“We both have pretty heads, how can your brain hold so much?” Sister CC said half-teasingly.

Because… she didn’t waste time fantasizing about men.

Ming Xi raised an eyebrow at Sister CC, Wu Jingjing. She was used to Sister CC’s way of speaking and doing things, and she could occasionally imitate a bit of her seductive charm.

Sister CC fell for this every time. Whenever Ming Xi struck that coquettish pose, Sister CC would reach out and pinch her waist, openly taking advantage with zero shame.

As for why Ming Xi couldn’t go to the US exhibition, it seemed to be within Sister CC’s expectations. Though she looked like a fearless workplace veteran, she was actually extremely cautious and thoughtful.

However, after spending a long time together, Sister CC sometimes couldn’t keep secrets and would reveal some information.

Yesterday at noon, the two went to a small restaurant to eat rice noodles. Sister CC wiped her mouth and talked about He Yuan’s marital situation: “Boss He and Boss Wang are divorced but still working together. Their kids are studying in the US. Boss Wang is basically in charge of the Haiou exhibitions in the United States. They were college classmates, I think. After the kids went abroad, Boss Wang went to accompany them, their relationship cooled down, and they divorced. But company assets couldn’t be split cleanly, so Boss Wang still handles business in the US. At company annual meetings in recent years, she even came back to take a look…”

Ming Xi had never met Boss Wang, Haiou’s original major shareholder, but she had heard of her. She hadn’t expected her to be He Yuan’s ex-wife!

“Boss Wang is very capable. She couldn’t stand Boss He’s way of dealing with female sales reps in China, and it seems she also had a boyfriend in the America, so the two divorced. After all, they had been married for many years, had children, and shared a company. They could separate their feelings, but not their interests.”

Ming Xi slurped her rice noodles and nodded in reply: “Even if it’s disgusting, there’s no need to turn down money.”

“Exactly!” Sister CC, a woman in her forties, knew the importance of money best and naturally agreed with this statement. “So, don’t be fooled by Boss He’s ‘diamond bachelor’ image. You won’t get much benefit from marrying him. Most of the money is in Boss Wang’s hands. Our employees see Boss He as a successful and influential figure, a big boss and all—but I heard women who dated him before said he wasn’t even as generous as Boss Huang…”

Once a cautious person opened their mouth, especially when gossiping about their boss, it was hard to stop.

So that was probably why she wasn’t going to the US exhibition. The US exhibitions were handled by He Yuan’s ex-wife. Sending her there would add travel expenses, and Boss Wang was capable enough not to need her help.

Sending an employee to the exhibition in America wasn’t cheap either.

Sister CC only smiled and didn’t elaborate. Maybe there were other reasons too. Ming Xi pretended to be clueless, and Sister CC didn’t spell it out. Still, Ming Xi was smart enough not to fall for He Yuan, that old cucumber painted green.

“Men, you have to choose the handsome ones to sleep with, and the rich and generous ones to marry,” CC shrugged and sighed.

Ming Xi asked, “Then why didn’t you choose one?” ”

Sister CC sighed dramatically, joking, “When I was young, my standards were too high. I wanted someone handsome, rich, and generous. How many men like that exist? Maybe Boss Liang upstairs counts—but reality doesn’t allow it. Even if I wanted him and he wanted me, his mother definitely wouldn’t agree!”

Ming Xi couldn’t help but laugh, “I didn’t expect you to know… Boss Liang so well.”

Sister CC waved her brightly painted finger, “No, no, no, I know every man in Zhongjin Tower inside and out.

“So when are you going to let me meet your boyfriend? I heard you have one…” Sister CC steered the conversation back to her.

“He… went to Beijing to develop his career.” Ming Xi smiled, her expression showing no trace of reluctance, and paused before answering.

“A long-distance relationship.” Sister CC raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.

Actually, it was a fake long-distance relationship!

“Not reliable. You’ll break up sooner or later.”

Ming Xi just hummed in response without explaining. Ji Runze was acting as her shield anyway. Now that she was officially “taken” at Haiou, it had blocked quite a few unnecessary troubles. After people learned she had a boyfriend, even He Yuan’s probing attitude toward her had restrained itself a lot.

Being a sales rep wasn’t easy, and being a beautiful sales rep was even harder; she still had to face difficult clients and had to be constantly on edge. It looked like good looks brought convenience, but in reality, they also cost reputation.

However, as long as she acted uprightly, her reputation wouldn’t become a burden hindering her advancement.

—

“It feels like this winter isn’t cold at all.” ”

After finishing her last day of work in the year 2000, Ming Xi was almost the last to leave the company, waiting for Cai Ni to get off work so they could head back to Yicheng together. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Liang Jiancheng in the elevator, and she casually remarked.

“Seems so…” Liang Jiancheng stood calmly beside her. He, too, felt that this winter wasn’t very cold—if anything, it was a little warm.

What Liang Jiancheng meant was his psychological feeling, while Ming Xi was describing her actual physical sensation.

The biggest difference between having money and not having money was how winter felt.

“Liang Jiancheng, I can go abroad next year,” Ming Xi tilted her head, smiling as she shared the good news.

“Is Haiou also attending the exhibition in New York? Maybe we’ll even be on the same flight,” Liang Jiancheng replied cheerfully.

“No, I’m going to South Korea,” Ming Xi shrugged, still happy.

Liang Jiancheng was a foreign trade boss and familiar with major business exhibitions worldwide. Xinghai had also been invited to the South Korean expo, but since Xinghai didn’t deal in textiles and fabrics, and the exhibition wasn’t large, Xinghai declined the invitation.

However, he planned to fly to South Korea next year, not to participate in the exhibition, but to conduct business negotiations.

“That’s great. Congratulations, Boss Ming, on your upcoming trip,” Liang Jiancheng said sincerely, never saying anything discouraging.

Ming Xi nodded slightly.

“Are you going back to Yicheng today?” Liang Jiancheng asked.

“Mm. Cai Ni and I will ride back in Junjun’s car later.”

“Alright, have a safe trip.”

The elevator doors opened. Just as Ming Xi was about to step out, she turned back and said, “Happy New Year!”

Liang Jiancheng: “Happy New Year.”

Ming Xi walked out of the Zhongjin Tower. Outside, the roads were congested with traffic. Despite the mild weather at the end of the year, Ming Xi felt warm all over, even the air she breathed out felt gentle and warm.

Her gaze towards the road ahead held a bright and energetic spirit.

Goodbye, Haigang.

Goodbye, millennium year.

…

That winter’s Spring Festival, Ming Xi went home with Cai Ni to celebrate the New Year. On New Year’s Eve, firecrackers echoed nonstop in Yicheng, and fireworks lit up the entire small city’s night sky. Cai Ni had planned to stay up all night, but in the end, her eyes closed and she fell fast asleep.

Before going to bed, Ming Xi was checking her phone for New Year’s greetings, making sure she had sent messages to all her clients, friends, and Professor Liang.

However, she hadn’t yet replied to Liang Jiancheng’s greetings.

Last year, Ming Xi had been the first to message Liang Jiancheng: “Happy Year of the Dragon, Mr. Liang! Wishing you great fortune in the Year of the Dragon, and may your career soar like a golden dragon.”

Liang Jiancheng simply replied: “Happy New Year.”

This year, it was Liang Jiancheng who sent her the New Year’s greeting text message first. Although it was simple, it was clear that it wasn’t a mass message.

“Ming Xi, Happy New Year! In the new year, I hope all your wishes come true, live a long life, and everything going perfectly.”

The small screen of her phone emitted a faint blue light. Before midnight, Ming Xi typed out her New Year’s greeting text message to Liang Jiancheng, word by word.

…

Meanwhile, in Professor Liang’s house in Haigang, it was already close to midnight, and Liang Jiancheng was still sitting on the sofa. A thin blanket was draped over his knees, and he exuded a quiet and lonely aura. The occasional sound of firecrackers could be heard outside—far away, yet familiar.

That New Year’s Day, Liang Jiancheng had eaten lunch with his mother, then came to his father’s place in the evening. As a local of Haigang, even though he had studied abroad in his early years, he never lacked social engagements here. Especially during holidays like Spring Festival. If he wanted excitement, he could keep himself busy every day.

Tonight, however, he and Old Liang had spent the entire evening watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. During the show, Liang Jiancheng’s phone kept vibrating. Annoyed by the noise, Old Liang frowned, so Liang Jiancheng switched his phone to silent.

Even so, he kept picking up his phone to check the messages.

Old Liang suddenly asked, “What, can’t catch up?”

Liang Jiancheng looked at Liang Yuzhi with a handsome yet startled expression.

Professor Liang said, “I mean your company performance this year—you can’t keep up. You’re sighing even while watching comedy skits. If business collapses, come back to work at Shuangyang Electronics. Your mother needs manpower too.”

Liang Jiancheng suddenly smiled, sat up straight, and said calmly, “My business is doing very well. This year, I’ve given out more than two million in bonuses to my employees.”

“Impressive, Boss Liang is really impressive.” Professor Liang gave a perfunctory thumbs up.

“Still not as impressive as your ex-wife.”

Liang Yuzhi: …Don’t force him to kick people out during the New Year!

After the Spring Festival Gala ended, Old Liang went back to his room to sleep. Liang Jiancheng also planned to stay over at his father’s place tonight. However, even on workdays, his normal bedtime was around 1 a.m., so going to sleep right after the gala was a bit early for him.

Leaning back on the sofa, his gaze rested above the old wall clock. When the hands pointed to fifteen minutes past midnight, bright fireworks burst outside the window. Almost at the same moment, Ming Xi’s reply arrived.

His emotions flared like fireworks, and a smile bloomed instantly.

“Liang Jiancheng, I wish you even greater success this year. Life is long, and it’s good to know you. Happy New Year, and may you become more and more handsome.”

Holding his phone, Liang Jiancheng stood up and lightly tapped his forehead.

He felt that tonight, maybe he could go to bed early.

…

At the beginning of the new year, the international situation remained generally stable, but the global economy still faced certain pressures, and the Israeli-Palestinian conflict continued to escalate.

Since Cai Ni’s home didn’t have internet access, and Ming Xi didn’t have any relatives to visit in Yicheng, she bought a train ticket and returned to Haigang early after the third day of the New Year. The atmosphere at Cai Ni’s family’s New Year celebrations was very joyful, but sometimes, an overly joyful atmosphere could make people relax their sense of work responsibility.

While others were still in holiday mode, she needed to invest more effort to smoothly maintain relationships with overseas clients.

On the fifth day of the New Year, Ming Xi visited Professor Liang’s home and brought him local specialties from Yicheng.

She didn’t run into Liang Jiancheng, but the professor brought him up first: “That kid stayed here the whole time this year, he just left yesterday, flew to America. Tell me, with someone this busy, how can he have time to chase after a girlfriend?”

Ming Xi was lowering her head, making dumplings with the professor. Hearing this, she looked up with a smile, “Professor, you hope Mr. Liang will settle down soon, right?”

Professor Liang snorted and said seriously, “Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of ropes. After what happened with Miss Zhang, he won’t be getting married anytime soon.”

“…Then the professor must be worried sick,” Ming Xi teased as she neatly lined up the plump dumplings.

She and the professor had very different dumpling styles—hers were round and full, while his were flat.

“Too much filling makes dumplings taste bad. You need to leave space!” the professor criticized seriously. To him, Liang Jiancheng’s marriage was apparently less important than dumpling texture.

“Why should I be worry about? I’ve already been married. Whether he gets married early or not is his own business,” Professor Liang replied, sounding both indifferent and oddly firm.

Ming Xi chuckled softly.

“Ming Xi, what are your goals for this year?” the professor asked.

“To earn a million!” Ming Xi stated her goal without hesitation.

“Money-grubber,” Professor Liang shook his head.

A capitalist and a little money-grubber, quite a match.

“A million? Just by working? How are you going to earn that?” Professor Liang asked.

Ming Xi had been visiting his home every month, and he would always ask about her work.

Ming Xi had also trusted the professor enough to tell him about her small business with her friends.

The professor neither supported nor stopped her, occasionally frowning as he listened, only calling her a little money-grubber.

“I have plenty of ways,” Ming Xi said smugly.

“What do you plan to do with all that money?”

Ming Xi: “…”

Only someone who’s never short of money would ask such a question.

She shot Professor Liang a helpless, resentful glance. No wonder he looked down on Liang Jiancheng sometimes. At least Liang Jiancheng’s understanding of money was grounded in reality—and he fully supported her making more.

Ming Xi suddenly smiled, turning her cheerful and enthusiastic face away: “Professor, raise my rent a little, please!”

“How much? Even if I raise it, it won’t even cover your red envelope money,” Professor Liang said with utter disdain.

Ming Xi, thick-skinned as ever, replied smoothly, “Then it’s up to the professor’s kindness. One hundred is affection, two hundred is love. Just raise it symbolically—for a fresh new year, for steady growth, for rising fortunes. Okay?”

“…” Professor Liang glanced at her, saying irritably, “It’s New Year’s—don’t be annoying.”

Someone else, however, really was annoying. After getting scolded away, he immediately got back to work and flew to the U.S. to negotiate deals.

Liang Jiancheng’s trip to the US was very rushed, but fortunately his visa was still valid. The business was quite complicated; he would probably need to stay there for about a month.

Due to the rushed schedule, he left before Ming Xi returned to work. What troubled Liang Jiancheng was that Ming Xi’s phone hadn’t activated international calling, so he couldn’t call her directly.

Even though they could communicate online, he could only maintain contact under the pseudonym “Jiangliu Dadao.”

—

After Ming Xi returned to work, she didn’t see Liang Jiancheng for a whole month. She heard from Professor Liang that he had gone to the US, but she hadn’t expected it to be such a long trip—he hadn’t even taken his assistant, Mark, with him.

She had no contact with Liang Jiancheng for a whole month, but during that same month she had been frequently communicating with “Brother Jiangliu”. Gradually, a suspicion began to form in her mind. Ming Xi tried to convince herself not to think in that direction, but the facts kept nudging her toward that guess.

While chatting with “Brother Jiangliu,” she noticed one very obvious detail—

There seemed to be a China–U.S. time difference between them.

Ming Xi…

If “Jiangliu Dadao” really was Liang Jiancheng, then she truly had a clear understanding of Liang Jiancheng: he was really good at putting on an act!

After another month of work, it was already early March.

On the first day of March, Ming Xi boarded a plane for the first time in her life. She checked in two suitcases and flew to Seoul, South Korea.

Cai Ni was even more excited than she about the trip. The popularity of Korean culture filled Cai Ni with romantic fantasies about South Korea, as if the moment Ming Xi set foot on Korean soil, she would run into a rich, handsome, and deeply affectionate Oppa.

However, when Ming Xi got off the plane and checked into the hotel, she only had two immediate impressions.

First, South Korea was really small.

Secondly, the English proficiency of Koreans seemed to be quite poor.

The Seoul expo would last one week. He Yuan had arranged her business trip to be no longer than ten days. That meant that after the exhibition ended, she would have only three days to visit potential clients and complete her target of signing contracts worth one million U.S. dollars.

This goal was truly difficult to achieve. For the electronics industry, a one-million-dollar order might not be hard, but for fabric business, the situation was completely different. Large orders were rare; most were small orders worth only tens of thousands of US dollars. With an average order size of thirty to fifty thousand, reaching one million meant she would need to secure at least thirty to fifty successful clients after a single exhibition.

This trip to South Korea came with heavy performance pressure. Because of that, Ming Xi even stuffed her own pillow into her suitcase. If she wanted everything to go smoothly, she had to race against time at work—and also make sure she slept well every single night.

Perhaps He Yuan also felt that this order target was somewhat daunting, so he gave her more lenient authority regarding travel expense reimbursement.

For international exhibitions like this, most clients stay at The Shilla Seoul, a hotel near Namsan Park. Ming Xi researched and found it to be one of the most luxurious hotels in South Korea.

She paid extra out of her own pocket to upgrade her accommodation. At three in the afternoon, she checked in at The Shilla Seoul instead of choosing the nearby three-star hotel that Sister CC had recommended.

Since she was already here, even if she wasn’t chasing luck, she should at least broaden her horizons.

After settling in and resolving the issues with her SIM card and temporary work phone, Ming Xi immediately contacted the exhibition staff and threw herself into work with maximum efficiently.

On the first day, she left the hotel at 6 AM and didn’t return until 10 PM.

On the second day, she had breakfast at the hotel at 7:30 AM and dragged her leaden legs back to her room at 11 PM.

On the third day, she had breakfast at 6:40 AM and returned at 9 PM, two hours earlier than the previous day. Then, she spent another two hours downstairs chatting with clients. She tried hard to control herself, but couldn’t help yawning.

On the fourth day, the workload only increased, not eased.

On the fifth day…

By the time the exhibition finally ended, Ming Xi had handed out over five hundred printed Haiou product brochures, collected nearly one hundred business cards, and held face-to-face discussions with more than fifty potential clients. Now came the critical follow-up phase.

Why would clients choose her instead of someone else? It wasn’t just about smooth initial communication. More importantly, it came down to the details of deeper follow-ups. She had to be more thorough and faster than others in order to secure intention agreements once the exhibition ended.

Almost every night, Ming Xi worked overtime late into the night. Sometimes when “Brother Jiangliu” sent her messages, she didn’t even have time to reply—she was either organizing materials to send to clients or waiting for their responses.

Although the exhibition was over, she had only achieved less than half of her goal…

In three days, she would leave Seoul and fly back to Haigang.

Ming Xi usually stayed calm because she prepared thoroughly. But this week in South Korea felt like nonstop combat. She barely had a moment to breathe. Even now, at ten o’clock at night, she was still sitting in the hotel lobby, waiting to meet a potential client she had arranged to see downstairs.

The probability of closing a deal through face-to-face communication was always far greater than through emails and phone calls.

Although she had booked a room at the Shilla Hotel, she actually slept less than five hours a night in the actual bed.

Fortunately, the hotel mattress was soft and comfortable, and the soundproofing was excellent. That was the only reason she could manage five hours of sleep and still endure over ten hours of high-intensity work every day.

The client she had scheduled suddenly sent a message, apologizing and saying they would be half an hour late—for a ridiculous reason.

Ming Xi glanced at her watch and sank weakly into the sofa, rubbing her brow. At that moment, she was exhausted and starving. She even felt like swearing. If she closed her eyes now, she would fall asleep instantly.

She really did close her eyes to rest. Her brows were still furrowed, her mind still spinning with work and orders. She was simply too tired. Even though she was wearing makeup, she looked completely drained—almost lifeless.

To maintain a professional image during the day, Ming Xi had tightly tied her hair back into a sleek, scalp-hugging style, exposing her forehead, similar to hotel staff hairstyles. With her head already aching, this tight hairstyle made her scalp hurt even more.

Ming Xi closed her eyes, greedily savoring the drowsy feeling of her eyelids drooping. At the same time, she loosened her tied hair and let it fall…

Since she still had half an hour, she could take a nap. As her hair fell completely down, smelling the familiar scent of her own hair, Ming Xi, in a sense, felt a sense of comfort in this foreign land.

She actually fell asleep.

But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. Even though there was no sound around her, she suddenly jolted awake as if shocked by electricity—and saw someone sitting across from her on the sofa.

Her head was still lowered, so her gaze naturally traveled upward.

The first thing that caught her eye was a pair of shiny black British-style leather shoes. Following the straight trouser legs upwards, she saw a brown trench coat draped over the sofa, and above that, a familiar face she hadn’t seen for over two month.

Liang Jiancheng.

Ming Xi narrowed her eyes and stared at him in disbelief, unable to stop herself from yawning at the same time.

“…Am I dreaming?” she blurted out, her voice dry as she made a joke.

“I should be the one dreaming. I just got off the plane, haven’t even checked into the hotel yet, and here I am seeing someone sleeping.” Liang Jiancheng smiled faintly.

Ming Xi felt both surprised and mortified. She bit her lip and asked, “…How long did I sleep?”

Liang Jiancheng raised his wrist to check his watch and replied, “I don’t know when you fell asleep, but you’ve probably been asleep for about twenty minutes since I sat down here.”

Ming Xi immediately picked up her phone to check when the client would arrive. Instead, she saw that ten minutes earlier—right when she had dozed off—the client had sent another message saying they couldn’t make it, again for an absurd reason.

This was absolutely terrible.

Ming Xi let out a weary, despairing sigh and tilted her head back, stretching her stiff neck.

When a client repeatedly canceled on her with ridiculous excuses, there was only one possible explanation: someone else had snatched the order!

Ming Xi covered her face, her curly hair almost completely obscuring her numb and dejected expression as she lowered her head.

She took a deep breath, warm air seeping out between her fingers.

In front of Liang Jiancheng—someone she had never expected to see tonight—Ming Xi, for the first time, openly showed her negative emotions about the past seven days of work.

She stretched out her stiff long legs, let her head slide down against the back of the sofa, closed her eyes expressionlessly, and then let out a weak, resentful groan.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at Liang Jiancheng. He was still impeccably dressed, refined and handsome as ever. A mischievous thought stirred. She flicked her curls back and, half playfully, half exhausted, shot him a sleepy but still lively flirtatious glance.

Then—

She shamelessly blurted out black-humor nonsense: “Liang Jiancheng, can you marry me today? I don’t want to be a sales rep anymore. I want to be a rich wife. If that doesn’t work, as long as you’re willing to keep me, that’s fine too. I don’t ask for much—just feed me. I really don’t want to work hard anymore…”

Before the joke was even finished, a blanket slipped off Ming Xi’s knees.

Only then did Ming Xi realize that during the twenty minutes she had slept, Liang Jiancheng had not only stayed with her but also had a staff bring her a blanket to cover herself with. No wonder she’d managed to sleep that long…

Wuwu! She really didn’t want to be a sales rep anymore. Even being a dog would be easier. Barking would be less exhausting than dealing with clients!

Ming Xi stretched her arms out, completely giving in to her grievances for the first time. All traces of her polished workplace composure were gone.

Right now, she was nothing but an emotionally overwhelmed working dog.

Please don’t treat her like a normal person.

… It seemed someone really had been pushed to the limit lately.

Liang Jiancheng stood up from the sofa and walked to her feet. He bent down, picked up the blanket with one hand, and extended his other hand directly toward the boneless, half-collapsed person.

“Your request isn’t unreasonable, but marrying you tonight is probably a bit difficult.” Liang Jiancheng’s warm, pleasant voice sounded above her head. He continued, “However, I can treat you to a late-night snack tonight. Get up, Boss Ming.”

The word “Boss Ming” brought Ming Xi back to her senses.

She answered softly, tilted her head to look at him, raised her heavy eyelids, and boldly asked, “Liang Jiancheng… did you come to Seoul specifically to find me?”

“Of course not—” Liang Jiancheng denied immediately. But his gaze softened slightly as he spoke honestly, “However, knowing you were on a business trip in Seoul, I did rush over here as fast as I could.”

Ming Xi felt her heart relax.

She naturally placed her hand above Liang Jiancheng’s palm.

Liang Jiancheng gave a steady pull, lifting her straight up to stand in front of him.

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