Gently bite the jasmine

Chapter 190 Lin Xi, Can I Stay Tonight?

Lin Xi declined, saying, "If you need me to bring you food, that's fine, but let's skip eating together."

She pushed Duan Yiheng away and was about to leave when he pulled her back, asking, "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"

Lin Xi's waist was forced against the desk, and when she saw Duan Yiheng's deep eyes, she panicked for a moment.

She suspected that if she refused, Duan Yiheng would definitely kiss her.

However, she couldn't guarantee she'd have time, saying, "It depends on my work and schedule."

Duan Yiheng chuckled: "Secretary Lin is really hard to get an appointment with."

Lin Xi: "...I'm going to work."

Since it was the company, Duan Yiheng let go of her.

Lin Xi returned to the secretary's office, clutching her rapidly beating heart.

At noon, Lin Xi brought Duan Yiheng a meal from the cafeteria and took the signed documents with him.

There was another stack of reports in the afternoon. Lin Xi went back and forth several times to report on the work progress, but Duan Yiheng rarely looked up.

He was busy until 6 p.m., when Lin Xi called him to remind him to get some rest.

Duan Yiheng sighed in relief as he leaned back in his chair, realizing that everyone had already left work.

He glanced at Lin Xi through the glass and pressed the intercom: "Secretary Lin, come in here."

Lin Xi pushed open the door and entered, her eyes meeting Duan Yiheng's.

After a busy afternoon, his appearance had changed slightly.

His suit jacket was hanging to the side, his shirt cuffs were rolled up twice, and his tie was loose, a far cry from his usual meticulousness.

In contrast, Lin Xi was so dignified that even the bow on the ribbon around her neck was exquisite and lovely.

"You wanted to see me?" Lin Xi asked, adopting a completely professional attitude.

Duan Yiheng: "...Don't use honorifics."

He's already six years older than her, and using honorifics makes it feel like we're from different generations.

It was already past closing time, and Lin Xi pouted, "I'm still in the office. I haven't quite gotten it right yet. Why did you call me over?"

Duan Yiheng glanced at the gloomy view outside the French windows and said, "Want to have dinner together?"

Lin Xi did not agree immediately, seemingly considering it.

Duan Yiheng shifted his waist and abdomen, and the boss's chair slid in front of Lin Xi. He hugged Lin Xi's waist and said, "Secretary Lin, it's really hard to get an appointment with you. Let's see how many times I've asked you out today?"

Lin Xi chuckled dryly twice: "How about we work overtime together?"

"..." Duan Yiheng suddenly laughed, "Okay, before working overtime, do you want to eat?"

Lin Xi nodded blankly.

Duan Yiheng pulled her up: "Let's go eat first, and then we'll go to Tiandu Yuxi to work overtime."

Lin Xi: "..."

I even suspected there was something wrong with my ears.

After leaving the company, Duan Yiheng got into Lin Xi's passenger seat.

Lin Xi: "...seat belt."

Duan Yiheng fastened his seatbelt and asked Lin Xi, "What do you want to eat?"

Lin Xi took out her phone and searched: "Let's see which restaurant nearby has a nice atmosphere."

Since it was a date, what we ate was secondary; in the end, we chose a high-end fusion restaurant.

The two ordered four dishes. Lin Xi really liked the Thai-style shrimp spring rolls at this restaurant, and Duan Yiheng smiled and took a picture of them for her.

Lin Xi covered her mouth, finished chewing what was in her mouth, and then said to him, "Why did you take pictures of me while I was eating? It's so ugly."

"No, it's very cute," Duan Yiheng said. "I'll keep it for later."

Lin Xi gave a sarcastic snort: "Give it to me, that's my photo, you have no right to keep it."

Duan Yiheng choked: "...Revenge?"

Lin Xi nodded proudly: "You crumpled the photo I hid in the music box."

Duan Yiheng: "I was really angry at the time. I was right in front of you, and you were staring at the photos all day long. Anyone who didn't know better would think I was dead."

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lin Xi glared at him. "Where are the photos? Did you throw them away?"

"How could I dare?" Duan Yiheng said in a resigned tone, "Didn't you say I couldn't throw it away? I put it in the study at home."

Lin Xi asked him, "Then when will you give it to me?"

Duan Yiheng pretended to think for a moment: "I put it in the study of North District No. 1. It's too big, and I can't remember which book it is."

Lin Xi: "..."

Duan Yiheng: "Why don't you look for it next time you go?"

Lin Xi: "...I always felt that you had ulterior motives."

Duan Yiheng chuckled lightly: "Innocent."

They ate until around 10 p.m., then Lin Xi paid the bill and left, the two of them walking out of the restaurant together.

Suddenly! A familiar voice came from behind: "President Duan, Secretary Lin?"

Lin Xi turned around and saw Lin Xiaoying in a fiery red dress.

"What a coincidence, Editor-in-Chief Lin," Lin Xi greeted first.

"I have an appointment with an advertiser tonight to discuss business." Lin Xiaoying smiled, turned her gaze to Duan Yiheng, and greeted him with a good evening.

Duan Yiheng nodded slightly and said to Lin Xi, "Let's go."

Lin Xi said goodbye to Lin Xiaoying, returned to the car, and remained silent for a moment.

Seeing this, Duan Yiheng took her car keys and said, "I'll drive it."

Lin Xi couldn't stop her wild thoughts, so she got off the bus and switched seats with him.

The two remained silent the entire way until Duan Yiheng and Lin Xi went upstairs, at which point she snapped out of her daze and asked, "Why did you come up with me?"

Duan Yiheng shook his head helplessly: "You seem to be thinking about something important, so I haven't disturbed you. Can you tell me now?"

Lin Xi sighed: "It's not good to talk about meaningless speculations."

Duan Yiheng pulled her into his arms and patted her back: "What's wrong with telling me this behind closed doors? Do you expect me to take a megaphone and shout it to the whole world tomorrow?"

Lin Xi imagined the scene and laughed out loud.

Duan Yiheng cupped her face in his hands, making her look at him: "Go ahead and talk, don't go to sleep with bad feelings."

Lin Xi thought for a moment and asked him, "What do you think of Editor-in-Chief Lin?"

Duan Yiheng frowned: "Don't tell me you were thinking about her in the car?"

"It's my sixth sense, I feel like there's something off about the way she's looking at you," Lin Xi muttered.

Duan Yiheng didn't rush to deny it, but instead asked her slowly and carefully, "Why do you say that?"

Lin Xi: "When she greeted you, she flipped her hair."

Duan Yiheng: "...I didn't see it."

Lin Xi: "...Never mind, maybe I'm just imagining things."

Duan Yiheng recalled the incident during filming when Lin Xiaoying tripped over a power line on the ground.

He had an excellent memory and could recall every word and action of everyone in the billiard room that day.

Staff who spend a lot of time in the filming environment have a strong sense of safety and will naturally pay attention to their footing and avoid electrical wires.

And Lin Xiaoying that day...

Duan Yiheng patted Lin Xi's head: "Don't overthink it. Go take a shower first. I'm going to make a phone call."

Lin Xi didn't understand why he suddenly changed the subject, but thinking about it too much was pointless, so she turned and went into the bedroom.

Duan Yiheng went to the balcony and made a phone call to the butler of North District No. 1:

"Please send me the CCTV footage from the day the billiard room was filmed, specifically the part where Editor-in-Chief Lin fell."

The butler responded.

Duan Yiheng then called the driver: "Check Lin Xiaoying's background, don't miss any details, and find out what she did tonight, whether she met with advertisers to discuss business."

After making the call, he stood there for a long time.

Turning around, another gentle smile appeared on his face. Duan Yiheng knocked on Lin Xi's door:

"Lin Xi, may I stay tonight?"