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"You've had too much to drink, Mr. Chou. Have a glass of honey water to sober up," I handed him the cup. He suddenly looked at me affectionately.
"Do you know why I sponsored the publishing house with one million?"
"Why?" I hesitated, unable to be sure, could it really be because of me?
"Because of you, Pengpai," he held the cup of honey water as if it were poison I had given him, knowing it was toxic but still drinking it with affectionate eyes.
"After three rounds of wine, one realizes they are drunk, how can one console the old dust of the past. Mr. Chou, you must be recalling many past events," I avoided his eyes and looked out the window.
"Surging, surging, my heart is surging. That is my current mood," he finished, drank the cup of honey water, waved for the bill, "Check, please."
I quietly drove him home, and he didn't say a word the whole way. As he was getting out of the car, I handed him the promotional brochure for the press conference. "Mr. Chou, I will send the details of the event to your email later."
"Okay," he nodded and walked away. Watching his slender figure gradually disappear into the distance, I finally got into the car and prepared to go home.
In the evening, the East Third Ring Road is still brightly lit, with pedestrians rushing and cars speeding. At this moment, I suddenly quiet down. Just for those four words: heart pounding.
It's already midnight when I get home. I take a shower, change into pajamas, and sit in front of the computer to start writing emails.
As the mouse glided gently, an email was successfully sent. I picked up my phone, and it was already 1:30 in the morning. Looking at the empty screen with no messages, I felt a little lost.
Suddenly, a message caught my eye. It was from him.
I quickly picked up my phone excitedly and looked at the message on it: "Email received, call me Chou Jie in the future, rest early, good night."
In the quiet night, I smiled and lay down on the bed, falling asleep from exhaustion.
The press conference arrived as scheduled. This was an unprecedented large-scale event held by the society. Several editors and I were busy with preparations when a familiar figure caught my eye. Before I could introduce him, Qiu walked up to the sign-in board, casually pulled out a Parker pen from his suit, and neatly signed his name. His handwriting reflected his elegant and restrained demeanor. I quickly invited him to take a seat.
The press conference began, and I took the stage to perform Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto. Sitting in the audience, his eyes lit up as I smiled and gestured to him and the other guests, with the dark grand piano and the pigeon-blood red necklace. After the solo performance, the audience rose to applaud, and the journalists began to ask questions, but my presence overshadowed Teacher Qin. A foreign journalist fired three questions at me in quick succession: "Bonjour, madame, Je m'appelle..."
"I would like to ask you a few questions...
I immediately recognized the French language, but with my poor French, I stood on the stage, blushing and at a loss. At this moment, Chou Jie stood up, grabbed his suit, and ran onto the stage. He first put the coat on me, and then answered the reporters' questions in authentic French."
The scene was filled with applause. Chou Jie and Teacher Qin stepped forward, and then the reporters began to ask questions about the new book and Teacher Qin. He pulled me away without looking back.
"Get a hot latte," I said, wearing a dress and his coat, following him to the coffee shop downstairs. When we sat down at the coffee shop, he asked the driver to bring a down jacket and a pair of UGG boots.
Hot coffee was served, and he changed from a suit to a down jacket, draping it over me, then crouched down to help me change my shoes.
"The size should be right, just perfect," he said, looking up at me with a childlike, innocent smile.
I looked at him apologetically, my face turning red, and chuckled.
"What's so funny? Don't be cold, come on, have something warm to drink."
I held the coffee cup in my hand, and my heart blossomed with a smile.
He saw me smiling, and shyly scratched his head. The sunlight spilled onto his face, and it was the first time I had carefully looked at his face. Fair skin, a high nose bridge, thick eyelashes, and a slightly tired but happy smile at the corners of his eyes. That smile was like the warmest sunshine in this winter.
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