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I suppressed a smile and said to him, "Manager Ye, what a coincidence."
Upon hearing this, he showed a pleased expression and raised the item in his hand. "My wife is pregnant and has a particularly picky appetite. She called me early this morning to buy her breakfast."
"Congratulations, Manager Ye. I have a question I'd like to ask you, if you have the time?"
"Miss Jiang, please go ahead."
"If President Song were to send you to a remote area as a small supervisor, would you be willing?"
At my words, he laughed, his features brightening like a clear day. "As long as it's for the development of the company, I would be willing."
I cleared my throat and said, "Manager Ye, since we have this connection, let me treat you to breakfast for your wife. What does she like to eat?"
"Oh, that's too kind of you. I should..."
After buying breakfast, I returned with a portion of shrimp dumplings and a salted egg bun. I gently pushed the shrimp dumplings to the other side of the table.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, I looked down at the bustling street below. In my hand was a cup of Starbucks—his favorite Caramel Macchiato.
"Bodyguard, I remember you always liked this. Today I'll give it a try; it's still your favorite flavor."
In the middle of the night, a faint sound startled me awake. Xiao He rushed in with a panicked expression. Seeing me standing at the edge of the balcony, her legs nearly gave way beneath her.
"Miss, please think twice!"
I reassured her, "Don't worry; I have no thoughts of ending my life. I just... want to experience what it's like to stand up high."
Xiao He followed my gaze towards the balcony and murmured, "How can anyone stand in such a dangerous place?"
Indeed, it was a perilous spot. He had been working as a personal bodyguard for several years now. I heard that Song Group's security training was extremely rigorous; with his impressive skills, one could only imagine how much hard training he had undergone.
I suddenly felt that a cup of coffee meant nothing compared to the pain he endured; it was merely a drop in the bucket. If he weren't a bodyguard, at his age, he should have been a bright and handsome young man, yet he had become a shadow lurking in the dark. He had once been my light, but it was as fleeting as a shooting star, and I failed to protect him.
Long Qi, would you blame me? The thought pierced my heart like a knife, but seeing Xiao He present, I forced myself to endure the pain, a bitter metallic taste rising in my mouth. On the sixth day, the Song Group sent over a suit needed for my new position.
When Xiao He opened the package, she gasped, "Miss, this necklace is from Tiffany! Only Madam Song is qualified to wear such a piece in the company; President Song truly values you!" Tiffany, a luxury brand crafted from diamonds and platinum—Song Moting always favored these expensive items. I didn't even glance at it and stood by the window, letting the wind blow against me.
Hearing me cough, Xiao He fussed, "Miss, you can't withstand the wind," as she draped a coat over my shoulders. This coat was one I had left behind last time; now it hung loosely on me, big enough to fit a small pillow inside. She reached for the window to close it, but I stopped her.
"Shh—listen."
"Listen to what? I don't hear anything."
"The sound of the wind."
"The sound of the wind? What's special about it? It just sounds like ordinary noise to me."
How could it be noise? The sound of the wind was so beautiful. When Long Qi held me while we weaved through the tall buildings, the whistling wind was music to my ears. On the day I reported to the company, Xiao He woke me up before dawn and began the tedious process of makeup preparation.
I looked terrible; she gave me a full skincare routine and base makeup that took nearly an hour to complete.
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