Chapter 48: Lover (Part 10)

The call was connected almost immediately, as she heard Su Kui say calmly to the other end, "The documents have been delivered. It's inconvenient for me to go up, so send someone down to pick them up. That's it."

With that, she hung up abruptly. The woman looked at her in a daze, completely baffled. What on earth was she playing at?

And that phone call just now...

Who was it called to?!

Surely not what she was thinking!

With this thought in mind, her courage faltered, all of it captured clearly by Su Kui. Su Kui's slender fingers twitched at a strand of hair falling beside her ear while she calculated the time in her mind.

Her motionless, calm, and collected demeanor attracted the attention of quite a few people. Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the receptionist amidst the surrounding gazes, making her feel rather overwhelmed.

Moreover, the mocking glances directed at her by many made her flush bright red with embarrassment. Stammering in humiliation, she said, "Why, why aren't you leaving! Even if you stand here for a whole day, I won't let you up without an appointment!"

"Oh," Su Kui slightly nodded her chin, raising an eyebrow noncommittally, and tossed the document bag straight into the woman's arms. "Fine then, you can take these things up yourself. Hold on tight, though—losing them is your responsibility!"

The document bag slapped heavily against the receptionist's ample chest. She hastily caught it, her mind thoroughly confused by Su Kui's unorthodox behavior.

Before she could even open her mouth, Su Kui had already left her behind, walking away in her high heels with a clacking sound like a victorious queen, her back straight and posture proud.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors slowly opened, and a tall, imposing figure strode hastily out of the elevator. His sharp, fierce phoenix eyes swept across the lobby, finally locking their falcon-like gaze onto the slender figure about to step out of the building's entrance.

Then, he strode rapidly toward her.

This dramatic scene left all the corporate employees in disbelief. Hearing the steady, powerful footsteps behind them and turning around, they watched their usually elusive behind-the-scenes big boss sweep past them like a gust of wind, chasing after the goddess who had just been humiliated by the receptionist.

While finding it unbelievable in their hearts, they could not help but collectively offer ten seconds of silent prayer for the receptionist who was still standing there foolishly.

She spent all year hunting geese, only to kick an iron plate today, didn't she?

Some women who couldn't stand her began to mock sarcastically, "Putting on such a high-and-mighty act every day, did she really think she was the chairman's wife?"

"Well, look at that now! Let's see how arrogant she can be!"

The sensible ones had long since returned to their posts with a tacit understanding. When the receptionist was making her cynical remarks earlier, they had enjoyed the spectacle immensely, but now that she was facing a catastrophe, they began tossing out cold, caustic words.

Getting mixed up in this kind of messy drama was simply beneath their dignity!

Stepping out of the building, Su Kui reached out to open her car door. Just as she was about to slip inside, her snow-white wrist was tightly seized by a large palm.

A deep, chilling voice devoid of a shred of warmth sounded from above, "You dared to hang up on me? Who gave you permission to leave? Hmm?"

Su Kui lowered her head in silence, a mass of cascading black curls veiling her petite, palm-sized face, hiding her emotions from view.

She tried to break free from the man's grip, but instead was held even tighter—so tightly it hurt.

Her voice inexplicably rasped, and she said coldly, "Let go!"

With a loosening of the wrist, Song Cheng actually let go.

Before she could feel any sense of loss, her shoulders were pressed by two large palms, irresistibly turning her entire body around to face him.

Two fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look up. His deep, mesmerizing voice pulled at the soul, "Crying?"