Xiao Dong's voice sounded very anxious. "Sister Ye, are you listening?"
Ye Huanyan regained her senses and held the invitation cards in her hands. Her face was pale. "All the invitations are from last year." Xiao Dong kept quiet for a few seconds.
"Sister Ye, don't panic. Maybe … maybe it is not as serious as we thought. After all, we had informed everyone about the date of the Annual Awards Ceremony. No one will care about the dates on the invitations."
"If it is not important, you will not call me to remind me."
Ye Huanyan took a deep breath. She knew it was a serious mistake when she saw the wrong date. If someone were to make a fuss about this, Pleasure's Annual Awards Ceremony will become the laughing stock of the industry.
The person on the other end of the phone also sucked in a cold breath.
"Sister Ye, I am rushing back to the company now. What do you need me to do?"
Ye Huanyan calmed down.
"Contact the printing company and ask for 50 blank invitations. After that, buy a batch of 202 embossed stickers to cover the original date. After that, we will meet at Binjiang University Town."
"Binjiang University Town?" Xiao Dong was shocked. "Why are we going there?"
"Xiao Song had brought back the invitations that were sent to our client. The post office is near his school. I am not sure if he had sent them out. If he had sent them out, we will need to stop the courier before they receive the packages tomorrow morning. We need to change the invitations and send them out."
That's why Ye Huanyan asked Xiao Dong to contact the printing company to buy 50 blank invitations.
These invitations were sent to our client, and Ye Huanyan wants to handwrite them.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Huanyan took back the invitation cards on each table as fast as she could. Then, she took a taxi with the invitation cards and went directly to Binjiang University Town.
The University Town is located in the suburbs, and it is about an hour's drive from Pleasure Group. When Dong Xuebing arrived at Xiao Song's school, it was already dark.
The basketball court was brightly lit at night, and the members of the school's basketball club were having a practice match.
Ye Huanyan was dressed in a professional suit and a gray cashmere coat. Her exquisite makeup made her look particularly elegant and eye-catching in the university campus, especially when she rushed into the all-male basketball court with a cardboard box in her arms.
In the middle of winter, the sweaty boys in singlets had endless vitality. They looked like a basket of radishes, and it was hard to tell them apart. Ye Huanyan was dazzled by the matching basketball jerseys. She couldn't tell which one was Little Song.
"Hey, Song Lin, good shot …"
On the basketball court, a tall and handsome figure made a slam dunk and scored a goal, causing a burst of cheers from his teammates and cheerleading girls.
"… Hurry up and defend, damn it!"
After the referee's whistle, the match was paused.
Song Lin?
Ye Huanyan suddenly heard this voice. Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw a familiar figure in the distance. In her excitement, she desperately waved and shouted.
"Song Lin, Song Lin …"
Her voice was quickly drowned out by the cheers of the boys and girls, and the excitement caused by the goal on the basketball court completely drowned out her voice.
Song Lin was lowering his head and wiping his sweat when a teammate poked him.
"Hey, there's a beauty over there. She seems to be looking for you, Song Lin …"
"Don't talk nonsense, what …" Song Lin glanced at a figure from the corner of his eyes. He suddenly raised his head and said in disbelief.
"Secretary Ye …"
Ye Huanyan trotted over with the cardboard box in her arms. She passed through the whistling of the boys and finally arrived in front of Song Lin with great difficulty.
She was so tired that she gasped for breath. "I finally found you …"
Walking on the school's leafless Wutong Avenue, Ye Huanyan drank water while calming her heart that was beating rapidly due to lack of exercise for a long time.
Little Song held the cardboard box. "Secretary Ye, how did you find the basketball court?"
"Your dormitory auntie told me …" Ye Huanyan slowly exhaled.
"I called you but you didn't pick up. Fortunately, I remembered your major, and it's also fortunate that you're in the same class. Your major is living in the same building."
Sure enough, that batch of invitations had been sent out by Little Song. Her hope was dashed, and it was destined that Ye Huanyan would have to wait here for the next day when the post office came to collect the parcels to explain.
"Then what do we do now?" Little Song scratched his head and felt a little apologetic.
If he had known, he wouldn't have sent them out in such a hurry.
Ye Huanyan patted the cardboard box and sighed.
"Is there a quiet place in your school? You have to lend me a place, the kind that can stay overnight. These invitations have to be changed. "
Little Song was slightly stunned. "More than three thousand?"
"Not that many. Three thousand people is enough. Including the family members of some employees and business partners, there are only two thousand one hundred and fifty-nine invitations. Fifty of them need to be handwritten."
Even so, one night was enough to choke him.
"Sister Ye, I can ask my classmates for help …"
"No. The fewer people know about this, the better." Ye Huanyan rejected.
"You just need to help me find a place to stay overnight. Then you can go back and rest."
Looking at Ye Huanyan's tired face, Song Lin felt bad. He frowned. "Secretary Ye, I don't have classes tomorrow. I can help you."
Ye Huanyan looked at him. She thought about how she and Xiao Dong might not be able to complete the task with so many invitations. So, she did not reject him.
Jinjiang Park Villa.
Ling Han leaned against the headboard and fell asleep a few times. He woke up intermittently a few times. Late at night, when he opened the sliding door separating the bedrooms, he realized that Ye Huanyan had not returned.
He frowned and looked at the contact list on his phone. After thinking for a long time, he closed his phone and turned over to get into bed.
He stayed up all night until the next morning. A ray of sunlight shone into the bedroom from the window.
The man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and opened the door.
She still had not returned.
This was not the first time that she did not return home at night. But every time, there was a warning.
What was going on this time?
He quickly dialed the phone. After a while, a man's voice came from the other end.
"Hello …"
The man's voice was obviously hoarse because he had just woken up.
On the other end of the phone, Ling Han frowned. His face quickly darkened. His voice was dull.
"Who are you? Where's Ye Huanyan? "
"Secretary Ye, she … is beside me. She's asleep."
Hearing this, Ling Han's face suddenly darkened. There was a clear flash of coldness in his eyes.
He stood up abruptly and raised the volume of his voice.
He was so agitated that there was a strong tremble in his voice.
"What did you do to her? Why did you let Ye Huanyan answer the phone? Why is her phone in your hands … "
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be frightened and was silent for a few seconds.
After a while, he stuttered a sentence.
"… I'm Little Song. Secretary Ye, she …"
Ling Han's voice was very cold, as if it was filled with a murderous rage. He paused after every word on the other end of the phone.
"I don't care who you are. Tell me clearly, where is Ye Huanyan now?"
The phone was suddenly hung up. The loud sound made Song Lin frown deeply. He pulled the phone away from his ear. The inexplicable call with the big boss just now made him a little confused.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ye Huanyan, who was sleeping on the table. He yawned in a daze, then looked at the time on his phone and suddenly jumped up.
6: 00, the post office was about to open …
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