Chapter 257
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The young man's reaction was innocent and cute, and it made Song Qingchun's heart relax. She smiled at the young man and thanked him again.
The young man was even more embarrassed, and his face was as red as blood.
Song Qingchun tactfully changed the subject. "What's your name?"
The young man raised his hand to rub his nose awkwardly and gave Song Qingchun two words. "Gao Hao."
After a pause, the young man also asked, "What about you?"
"Song Qingchun."
"Your name sounds familiar; I feel like I've heard it somewhere before … Oh, I remember now, are you that reporter from TW Station?"
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From her conversation with the young man, Song Qingchun found out he was a second-year student at Peking University. He was from Hubei, and he was the top scorer in his year's college entrance exam.
Song Qingchun arrived at her stop first. To express her gratitude, she wanted to buy the young man a meal, but the young man was in a hurry to go on a date with his girlfriend, so she gave up.
After exiting the train, Song Qingchun felt much more refreshed after the cold wind hit her.
As she walked toward Su Zhinian's bungalow, she replayed everything that had happened on the train, and the more she thought about it, the more scared she became.
When Song Qingchun reached Su Zhinian's bungalow, she pulled out her phone and uploaded a post on her WeChat Moments. She shared the story of her adventure in the subway and added, "Just a little bit more, and I would have seen God." She added a few emojis of 'crying' and 'aggrieved' at the end.
Su Zhinian, who was managing two companies, was incredibly busy in the period approaching Chinese New Year.
He had just finished a video conference with Song Empire in his office, and before he could even take a sip of water, he was called to the conference room by Cheng Qingchong.
Su Zhinian rubbed the spot between his brows, stood up, grabbed his phone, and walked out of his office.
Cheng Qingchong hugged her laptop and documents and followed behind him.
When they were about to reach the conference room, Su Zhinian's phone rang.
Su Zhinian pulled out his phone and saw it was a WeChat notification. He clicked it open and realized it was from the WeChat Campaign. When he was about to exit, he saw a red dot on his WeChat Moments. He clicked it open, and the first post was from Song Qingchun.
"When I was taking the subway to get off work tonight, I was squeezed out of the yellow safety line. If it wasn't for someone who came to my rescue at the critical moment, I would probably be on the headlines tomorrow … It was really thrilling, and I still have lingering fears. I was so close to seeing God …"
Su Zhinian stopped moving.
Cheng Qingchong looked at him with confusion. "CEO Su?"
Su Zhinian ignored her and continued to stare at his phone for a while. Then, his brows furrowed deeply. He pointed at the conference room door, signaling for Cheng Qingchong to go in first. Then, as he keyed in the number on his phone, he walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window not far away.
The call was picked up soon. Following Song Qingchun's soft "hello", Su Zhinian could hear the sound of running water and the exhaust fan.
Is she cooking? Looks like she's not injured …
Su Zhinian's worried heart finally calmed down. He was about to sigh in relief when his expression froze again. That was because he …
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