Chapter 594: Rebirth (8)
Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun smiled at the station manager and said, "After taking the medicine and going for a sleep, I feel much better . I still need to wrap up the interview from yesterday, so I figured I ought to return to finish the work . "
"Good, good, but even so, you need to take care of your health . If the sickness returns, feel free to leave work early . "
"Thank you, sir . "
After the station manager left, Song Qingchun grabbed her bag and walked to her office . It was during lunch break that Song Qingchun arrived at the company . Many were collapsed at their desks, taking the rest that they needed . Occasionally, one or two her colleagues might pass Song Qingchun on their way to the breakroom, and they nodded with a smile at her .
Tang Nuan was sitting at her own desk . On the surface, she appeared to be working on the computer, but actually, she had been following Song Qingchun out of the corner of her eyes . It was not until Song Qingchun entered her office and closed the door that she pulled her gaze away .
She picked up her bag and placed it on the desk in front of her . She opened it and stared at the small bottle sitting within, her face deep in thought .
…
Song Qingchun sat in her chair and switched her computer open . Then, she searched for her phone from her pocket . It was just as the station manager had said—the message mentioning her illness and asking for sick leave was sitting in her sent folder .
It was sent at 4 . 58 am .
I was asleep then… so it was Su Zhinian who used my phone to send this message? But why? Since he already chose to leave me when I was still asleep, why would he help me ask for a sick leave and order the front desk to help me collect my stuff and return the bag to me only at 11 am? His actions are full of contradictions . Does he care for me or not?
The thoughts that she wasted a lot of her energy to shove to the back of her mind at Eldorado resurfaced . Similar to last night, the two figures in her heart started to fight again . The combination of her exhaustion and the medicine from the previous night meant that Song Qingchun had fallen asleep before the match reached its conclusion .
However, now that she was completely awake, the two kept fighting in her mind, and the end was nowhere in sight . It only caused distraction and annoyance within her .
Song Qingchun stood up in frustration and started to pace around her office . Just as she was about to peel her hair out of her scalp, someone knocked on her door . Song Qingchun took a deep breath to present a composed front . She sat back down in her chair and said, "Come in . "
The one who walked in was her assistant to report on the summary of the week's work . Initially, Song Qingchun could still pay her assistant some attention, but after a while, it sounded like nothing more than white noise to her as her attention drifted back to Su Zhinian .
Her assistant's report was actually not long, but for Song Qingchun, it felt like forever . As her mind wandered, her gaze fell on a bouquet that was left on her working table . She reached out to pick out a rose and, as she pulled out the rose petals one by one, started to list internally, He loves me, he loves me not…
Soon, the last petal was plucked .
He loves me not .
Of course, he doesn't love me . If he did, he wouldn't have bought me that box of morning-after pills, would he? But…
If this was before the previous night's incident, Song Qingchun would not have doubted her conviction .
Chapter 594 Rebirth 8 Translator Lonelytree Editor Millman97Song Qingchun smiled at the station manager and said, After taking the medicine and going for a sleep, I feel much better . I still need to wrap up the interview from yesterday, so I figured I ought to return to finish the work . Good, good, but even so, you need to take care of your health . If the sickness returns, feel free to leave work early . Thank you, sir . After the station manager left, Song Qingchun grabbed her bag and walked to her office . It was during lunch break that Song Qingchun arrived at the company . Many were collapsed at their desks, taking the rest that they needed . Occasionally, one or two her colleagues might pass Song Qingchun on their way to the breakroom, and they nodded with a smile at her . Tang Nuan was sitting at her own desk . On the surface, she appeared to be working on the computer, but actually, she had been following Song Qingchun out of the corner of her eyes . It was not until Song Qingchun entered her office and closed the door that she pulled her gaze away . She picked up her bag and placed it on the desk in front of her . She opened it and stared at the small bottle sitting within, her face deep in thought . Song Qingchun sat in her chair and switched her computer open . Then, she searched for her phone from her pocket . It was just as the station manager had said the message mentioning her illness and asking for sick leave was sitting in her sent folder . It was sent at 4 . 58 am . I was asleep then so it was Su Zhinian who used my phone to send this message But why Since he already chose to leave me when I was still asleep, why would he help me ask for a sick leave and order the front desk to help me collect my stuff and return the bag to me only at 11 am His actions are full of contradictions . Does he care for me or not The thoughts that she wasted a lot of her energy to shove to the back of her mind at Eldorado resurfaced . Similar to last night, the two figures in her heart started to fight again . The combination of her exhaustion and the medicine from the previous night meant that Song Qingchun had fallen asleep before the match reached its conclusion . However, now that she was completely awake, the two kept fighting in her mind, and the end was nowhere in sight . It only caused distraction and annoyance within her . Song Qingchun stood up in frustration and started to pace around her office . Just as she was about to peel her hair out of her scalp, someone knocked on her door . Song Qingchun took a deep breath to present a composed front . She sat back down in her chair and said, Come in . The one who walked in was her assistant to report on the summary of the week s work . Initially, Song Qingchun could still pay her assistant some attention, but after a while, it sounded like nothing more than white noise to her as her attention drifted back to Su Zhinian . Her assistant s report was actually not long, but for Song Qingchun, it felt like forever . As her mind wandered, her gaze fell on a bouquet that was left on her working table . She reached out to pick out a rose and, as she pulled out the rose petals one by one, started to list internally, He loves me, he loves me not Soon, the last petal was plucked . He loves me not . Of course, he doesn t love me . If he did, he wouldn t have bought me that box of morning after pills, would he But If this was before the previous night s incident, Song Qingchun would not have doubted her conviction .