332 Did She Buy the Clothes For Him?

    Could someone have found out that the account belonged to Gu Nianshen?

    There was a strong feeling of awkwardness in the air.

    "If you can find the clothes you threw away and wear them in front of Lin Yiqian, perhaps she might forgive you." Song Changlin sent yet another message.

    Gu Nianshen's gaze returned to his phone. After reading the message, his heart sank. Although he could vaguely figure out the answer in his mind, he lacked the imagination to piece everything together. "What do you mean?" Gu Nianshen wrote to Song Changlin in a hurry.

    "Nianshen, you're so smart. You should understand what I have said." Song Changlin replied.

    He even added a smiley emoticon at the end of the sentence.

    Did Lin Yiqian buy those clothes for him?


    When Gu Nianshen realized what Song Changlin meant, he stood up so fast that the chair toppled over behind him.

    Without even picking it up, he grabbed his phone and began running toward the door.

    When Qi Shaodong saw Gu Nianshen running, he quickly caught up with him. "Boss, what's the matter with you?"

    "Cancel all appointments today," Gu Nianshen said as he pressed for the lift.

    As soon as the lift arrived, Gu Nianshen stepped inside.

    However, once he reached his car downstairs, Gu Nianshen began to feel lost. Where would he look for the clothes? Should he go to the dumpsters?

    Nearly five days had passed. Even if the clothes were left at the dumpsters, they would have been burned by now.

    After pondering for a moment, Gu Nianshen gave Qi Shaodong a call. "Book the earliest flight to Beijing for me."

    As there were many flights to Beijing for the day, Qi Shaodong booked one that would leave in an hour.

    After hanging up, Gu Nianshen immediately headed for the airport.


    "Chief Lin, I'm leaving the office now." Lin Yiqian's secretary knocked on the door.

    When Lin Yiqian looked at the clock, she saw that it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.

    "Alright. Have a safe trip home." She nodded at her secretary.

    Then, she shifted her attention back to the computer screen. She was going through some emails related to work from overseas.

    As she had been invited to take part in the Suka International Music Festival, she was now thinking of how to reply to the invitation.

    Her secretary was about to leave when she noticed that Lin Yiqian had not even touched her food on the table. "Aren't you going home?" She asked with a look of concern.

    "I'll be here for a while longer," Lin Yiqian replied with a smile before returning her gaze to the computer.

    The Suka International Music Festival was a world-renowned red carpet event. Lin Yiqian would normally participate in such grand events.

    As most of the people who participated in these events were international influencers, it would still be beneficial for Lin Yiqian to take part in it.

    However, she did not have as much freedom as she once did.

    Therefore, Lin Yiqian was still in a dilemma as to whether she should attend the event. If she decided to attend, it would mean she had to leave the country.

    "See you tomorrow." Her secretary finally uttered before leaving.

    "Hey, you really are working over-time." A familiar voice could be heard near the door. It was the same annoying tone of voice she used to hear.

    When Li Yiqian lifted her head and looked in the direction of the door, she could see Fang Heyang dressed in a black T-shirt with a cartoon figure in white printed across the front. As he was also wearing a pair of glasses, he seemed much younger than he did before.

    Although Fang Heyang seemed youthful, there was instantly an air of mischief about him when he smiled.

    Slowly, he began walking toward Lin Yiqian.

    "Why haven't you gone home yet? It's late." Lin Yiqian glanced at Fang Heyang. The first thing she did was to switch off the application that she used to check her emails.

    Right then, Fang Heyang was already standing next to her. As he leaned against her desk, he pointed at the clock on the wall. "It's only seven o'clock. How could it be late?"

    Then, his gaze began to shift downward. As his eyes landed upon the pile of documents in front of Lin Yiqian, he frowned. "You truly are an exhausted boss."
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