A small candy

Chapter 6: My thoughts are almost written on my face
Facts have proven that the saying "the one who is close to the water gets the moon first" is pure nonsense. Jian Ling couldn't remember how many days it had been since she last saw Cheng Zhixu.

But on second thought, it seemed reasonable. She was just an intern, so how could she have the opportunity to meet her boss every day?

She sighed for the fifty-sixth time. If she had known earlier, she would have applied for the cleaning job on the 48th floor. What a mistake.

"Are you okay? You look so bad, are you feeling unwell?" Dai Wangchu leaned over and whispered to her, "Do you need to ask for leave?"

"No need." Jian Ling waved her hand and said weakly, "My period has come."

Her period was a week late this month, and it was very strong, with particularly severe cramps. Perhaps it was because the pain in her stomach made it difficult to concentrate that she started to have wild thoughts. Jian Ling raised her eyelids, her fingers softly tapping on the keyboard.

Dai Wangchu was just about to go to the teahouse to get some water, so he brought her a cup with a bag of ginger candy in it. The steam was rising and had a strong ginger flavor. "Drink it while it's hot. You have a meeting soon."

"Thank you." Jian Ling took the cup listlessly and took a small sip.

At this time, Supervisor Yuan Xiao walked out of the office. Jian Ling was startled and quickly put down the cup to avoid giving her boss a bad impression that she only knew how to eat and drink during work hours.

She sat up straight, her fingers tapping away at the keyboard, pretending to be very busy.

The sound of footsteps approached from afar and stopped beside Jian Ling. She paused for a moment and looked up to see her supervisor handing her a folder. "We'll need it for the meeting later. Go get it and get it for the president's signature."

Jian Ling murmured, "President?"

"Yes." Yuan Xiao finished speaking and noticed that she looked unwell. Not only were there beads of sweat on her forehead, but her lips were also completely bloodless. "Are you sick? Then I'll let someone else go..."

Jian Ling took the document and held it in her arms, fearing that someone would snatch the opportunity away if she was a step late. Her little mouth kept talking like a machine gun: "I'm fine, I'll go right away, I promise to complete the task!"

She was worried about not being able to see Cheng Zhixu, but she didn't expect the opportunity to come. Jian Ling stroked the cover of the folder with her fingers, as if she was touching a treasure.

Yuan Xiao walked back to the office only after making sure that she was okay. The next second, Jian Ling became full of energy. She took out a small mirror from her bag to touch up her lipstick, pursed her lips, and took out a cotton swab to wipe off the excess on her lips. Only when her lips looked bright red and plump, like ripe cherries, did she raise her eyebrows in satisfaction.

Dai Wangchu saw this and smiled with an ambiguous meaning.

Their eyes met, and Jian Ling explained without hesitation, "Don't let your imagination run wild. I just want to look a little better."

Dai Wangchu understood tacitly and said in a long tone: "Oh——"

"I won't talk to you anymore." Jian Ling didn't want to delay even a second, so she picked up the documents and walked out in her high heels.

While the elevator was going up, she took the time to adjust her hair and clothes against the unclear metal inner wall of the elevator.

Because she might meet Cheng Zhixu every day, she put a lot of thought into her appearance. Today she wore a champagne-colored shirt with a bow at the neckline, and a beige pencil skirt that reached her knees, revealing her fair and slender calves. The thin high heels lengthened her entire leg line a lot, making her body proportions more perfect. A tasseled anklet at her ankle was the only decoration.

Jian Ling took a deep breath, trying to ignore the constant sinking pain in her lower abdomen. She stood outside the office and raised her hand to knock on the door twice.

Hearing a "come in" from inside, she straightened her back, curled the corners of her lips, pushed open the door and walked in, suggesting to herself that she should be calmer and not blush or have a beating heart so fast, which would easily let others see the clues.

Cheng Zhixu looked up and saw a familiar face, and was slightly stunned.

Jian Ling bent down and placed the document on the table, acting very businesslike. "Manager Yuan asked me to deliver this. I need your signature."

The document had more than a dozen pages, and flipping through them would take quite a while. Cheng Zhixu nodded slightly, then thought of something and raised his chin slightly, gesturing towards the sofa over there: "Sit down."

Jian Ling turned around and walked a few steps, then sat on the sofa, her legs together and slightly tilted to one side, her hands on her knees, her posture elegant and proper.

The leather sofa had been blasted by the air conditioner for a long time, and a slight chill seeped through the fabric to her lower body. She frowned, not sure if it was her imagination, but she felt the pain in her lower abdomen worse.

After sitting for a while, Jian Ling felt like she was about to faint from the pain, but her eyes were still fixed on the man behind the desk without blinking.

Today he wore a pair of glasses with thin gold rims, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, giving him a casual, lazy air. The sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows highlighted his profile, making it look sharp and picturesquely handsome.

Jian Ling's heartbeat quickened, and she gradually became distracted, forgetting her stomachache. Her mind was full of thoughts: if Cheng Zhixu was her boyfriend, she would have just sat in his arms and acted like a spoiled child, instead of sitting on the cold sofa.

She was so engrossed in her imagination that she didn't even notice Cheng Zhixu approaching her until he reminded her, "The documents have been signed."

Jian Ling exclaimed, "Ah!" and said without thinking, "So fast?"

Cheng Zhixu: “…”

How long did she think he should take to read such a mindless document?
Jian Ling stood up hurriedly and took the documents with both hands: "Then you go ahead, I'll leave first."

Cheng Zhixu clearly saw that when the girl took the document, a trace of imperceptible loss flashed across her eyes, and then she lowered her eyelashes, hiding the emotion in her eyes.

His eyebrows couldn't help but jump, thinking of what he overheard when he passed by the planning department a few days ago. Could it be that what he thought?
Jian Ling likes him?

Jian Ling didn't know that her carefully hidden thoughts were seen through at a glance. After concealing her emotions, she raised her eyes again and was about to say something. Unexpectedly, she was caught off guard and met Cheng Zhixu's deep gaze. The words on her lips were instantly forgotten, and only the extremely panicked heartbeat remained.

Cheng Zhixu indifferently withdrew his gaze. With just one glance, he confirmed his guess - Jian Ling liked him, and it was very likely that she came to work at Cheng Group because of him.

With this realization, Cheng Zhixu felt a little complicated. He didn't know how to describe this feeling: surprise, shock, helplessness, and a little...laughable.

The girl in front of me is straightforward and clumsy, and her thoughts are obvious, almost written on her face.

Cheng Zhixu didn't even notice it himself, and when he spoke again, his voice was much softer than usual at work: "If you have nothing else, go back first."

Jian Ling adjusted her disordered breathing rhythm, said "Oh", slowly turned around, and walked out. The tassels hanging from her ankles swayed on her fair insteps.

Cheng Zhixu also noticed it, stared at it for a few seconds, and then his eyes moved up inadvertently, and suddenly he saw a bright red stain on her skirt.

His gaze froze, and he quickly realized what it was. A flicker of embarrassment crossed his handsome face, but Jian Ling didn't seem to notice. He opened the door and was about to leave. Cheng Zhixu said anxiously, "Wait!"

Jian Ling paused, her hand still on the door handle, and turned to look at him, her dark eyes sparkling, because she was particularly happy that he called her.

She was waiting for Cheng Zhixu's next words, but he looked at her straight in the eyes and didn't speak for a long time.

Cheng Zhixu didn't know how to remind him. After considering it for a moment, he finally decided to be a little more tactful: "Your skirt... is dirty."

Jian Ling looked surprised. How could it be possible? She had checked it carefully when she came here. From the shirt to the skirt, every part was perfect and there was no fault to be found. How could it be dirty?

Cheng Zhixu pursed his lips and remained silent. Didn’t she feel it?

"Where is it dirty?" Jian Ling couldn't find the dirty place, so she looked up at him blankly.

"Behind." Cheng Zhixu suggested.

Jian Ling slowly turned her head and looked down to search, then suddenly reacted. She pinched her skirt with her fingers and pulled it to the side, and finally saw the obvious mark facing her buttocks.

With a bang, something in her brain exploded, and her cheeks turned red and heated up at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming scorching hot from her cheeks to her ears.

Jian Ling swore that she had never encountered such a situation since she became an adult!

It must be because she was sitting on the sofa just now, and her lower body was so cold that she didn't feel anything at all, so she didn't notice the leakage at all.

It's over, are we going to walk out like this?
Jian Ling's brows furrowed, a look of despair on her face. There were only two people in the office, and besides Cheng Zhixu, she couldn't find anyone else to turn to for help.

This was Cheng Zhixu's first time encountering such a situation, and he felt a wave of embarrassment, pressing his fingers between his brows. Seeing the girl's expression, which seemed to want to cry but couldn't, a subtle feeling welled up in his heart, prompting him to ask, "Did you bring any spare clothes? You can ask a colleague to bring them up. I have a break room right here."

Jian Ling shook her head in despair. She didn't even know how red her face had become.

Cheng Zhixu and her looked at each other for a moment, then sighed silently. He thought of it as taking care of the younger generation for Ye Guizhou. He said this to himself. Then, he picked up the landline on the table, dialed the internal line, and said to a female secretary in the secretarial office, "Please send a set of women's clothes over, the sooner the better."

Jian Ling added in a low voice: "And that..." Both underwear and sanitary napkins need to be changed.

Cheng Zhixu opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. So he handed the phone to Jian Ling and coughed subconsciously: "Speak for yourself."

Jian Ling picked up the phone, exchanged a few words with the person on the other end, and mentioned her clothing size.

The female secretary was very efficient. Ten minutes later, she brought a set of professional women's clothing and the things Jian Ling needed, all packed in a white paper bag.

When the female secretary handed the things to Jian Ling, she couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Jian Ling didn't care about being embarrassed at this moment. She turned her head and looked at Cheng Zhixu, looking for help again. Cheng Zhixu understood and pointed in the direction of the lounge: "Go in and change."

Since she had already lost face, Jian Ling was now completely unfazed and did not hesitate to walk into Cheng Zhixu's private territory with her clothes in her arms.

As the girl's figure disappeared behind the door, Cheng Zhixu raised his hand to take off his glasses and let out a long breath. It was the first time he felt so at a loss.

Jian Ling dawdled for a long time before coming out of the lounge. She changed her skirt into pencil pants and put the dirty clothes into a paper bag, hiding it behind her. Even though she had been embarrassed by Cheng Zhixu, she still did not forget to hide her embarrassment.

"I didn't bring my phone. I'll give you the money for the clothes next time." Jian Ling pursed her lips, her voice growing weaker. "Also, thank you."

"You're welcome. Your uncle and I are friends." Cheng Zhixu said.

Jian Ling didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He was somewhat special to her, and she should have been happy, but now his words made her realize that all this was thanks to Ye Guizhou, and she herself had no attraction to him at all.

Alas, she sighed softly in her heart.

Jian Ling hung her head listlessly. It was a bad start. She had happily put on her beautiful makeup, hoping to spend some time alone with him, even if it was just for a few minutes, but she hadn't expected to mess it up.

She walked out with her head down without even saying hello. Suddenly, Cheng Zhixu's voice rang out from behind her, his tone revealing helplessness: "You forgot to take your documents."

Jian Ling stopped, walked back with her head down, and picked up the documents that had been placed on the table.

Back at the planning department, Jian Ling delivered the signed documents to the supervisor's office. To avoid trouble, she lied, "The president was a little busy, so it took a while."

The supervisor said, "Thank you for your hard work. The president is very busy, so he must be busy with important work. I'd be glad you can get it back before the meeting. Go get busy."

Having a boss who was easy to talk to made Jian Ling feel much more at ease. She walked to her workstation, sat on the chair, and started to tidy up the desk, sighing constantly.

Dai Wangchu stopped typing and stared at her blankly, looking her up and down.

Women are always perceptive. After glancing back and forth twice, Dai Wangchu discovered the problem: "That's not right. I remember you were wearing a skirt today. How come you changed into pants after going to the president's office???"

As she spoke, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Jian Ling buried her face in a pile of documents, feeling extremely depressed. "Don't mention it. If time could go back, I would rather not be the one delivering the documents."

Dai Wangchu didn't understand the meaning of her words.

Jian Ling's sad sigh came to her ears again. Dai Wangchu looked up silently, staring at the ceiling and thinking for a few seconds. If she didn't know that Jian Ling had her period, she might have thought of some scenes that were not suitable for children, such as office play.

　Jian Ling: I feel like a social dead end every day :)
　　Cheng Zhixu: Luckily, my uncle gave me a heads-up. He really is a little troublemaker...

　　
　
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