Chapter 4 Not Allowed

Three days later, inside the Dayu Group office building. I sat across from Sang Qi, who seemed displeased. There was a half-empty cup of steaming tea on the table in front of him. "It's you." "Sang Qi, do you still remember me?" I smiled and casually brushed my hair, curling my lips. "It seems that I am truly unforgettable, naturally beautiful." Sang Qi was taken aback, a hint of emotion flickering in his eyes. But before I could discern it clearly, he coldly laughed, "Miss Xia, I have never encountered such a shameless journalist like you. You even asked such tricky questions during the interview back then." Well, it seemed like he held a grudge. Wasn't it because my superior insisted that I ask him how many times he could perform in one night during the interview... It wasn't my choice! I took a deep breath and smiled, "Sang Qi, it was merely to satisfy the curiosity of nine hundred million young girls. After all, everyone wants to marry you, right?" He frowned and pressed the intercom on the desk, "Send..." I stood up, pushed his hand away, and faced Sang Qi's anger with a smile as I handed him my resume, "Sang Qi, I used to be the most diligent and capable journalist in our magazine. I am fully qualified for the position of Secretary General in your department." These past few days, I have contemplated it thoroughly. Even if Sang Qi couldn't have been at the hospital that morning on the plane, he was still the most obvious suspect. The man at the hospital could have been sent by him. And, he happened to be near the He family that morning, and there was that cufflink... Regardless, I should have more interaction with Sang Qi. So when I saw that Dayu Group was hiring a few days ago, I promptly submitted my resume. "What? You're not a journalist anymore?" Sang Qi seemed somewhat surprised. His expression was natural, and it sent a shiver down my spine. He didn't know that I had lost my job. Squinting my eyes, I stared at him intently and slowly said, "I resigned three days ago." "Oh." Sang Qi's face remained composed as he took a sip of his tea, seemingly uninterested. His demeanor made me doubt my judgment. After all, if the child really was his, then his acting skills were too impeccable, right? Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, I regulated my breathing and said, "Sang Qi, I am highly capable..." "Get out." Sang Qi suddenly averted his gaze, staring fiercely at the cup of tea in his hand, his expression filled with anger. He didn't want to give me this opportunity. Is he feeling guilty? I also grew a little angry, slapped my hands on the table, leaned in, "Mr. Sang..." He suddenly raised his eyes, coldly said, "Get out, don't make me call someone to throw you out." There was a hint of suppression in his eyes. A few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if something was amiss. I frowned and walked around the table, "Mr. Sang, what's wrong with you? Stomachache? Fever? Appendicitis? Or something else?" I reached out and touched his wrist, which was surprisingly hot. "Get out!" Sang Qi forcefully shook off my hand and stood up swiftly. The force was strong, and I immediately lost my balance and leaned towards the corner of the table. Instinctively, I covered my stomach. Unexpectedly, a pair of hands came around and hugged my waist, and with a turn, I fell securely into Sang Qi's arms. He lowered his head, and flames seemed to flicker in his eyes, burning fiercely. "Xia Zhi, you brought this upon yourself." He buried his head in my neck and nibbled, his hand sliding down my waist... I immediately widened my eyes and waved my hand in resistance, "That's not allowed!"