Chapter 265
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Song Qingchun went downstairs to pour the coffee down the toilet and flush it away. She washed the coffee cup and dried her hands before pulling out the bank card that Su Zhinian had tossed into her pocket.
Black card … You have to have over five million in your account before the bank will issue a card for you.
In other words, this card has at least five million in it … Just for basic necessities, he gave me a card with five million? Looks like it's not that Su Yiyuan isn't generous, but when he's generous, he's not human.
"But why are all his passwords the same six digits? Could it be his phone? His computer? His safe? All of them, right? " Song Qingchun mumbled to herself as she flipped the card over. When her eyes landed on the signature bar on the back of the card, her eyes froze.
Normally, the signature bar would have the owner's name written on it for proofreading when the card was swiped.
However, the card that Su Zhinian had given her also had three words written on it, but it wasn't 'Su Zhinian'. Instead, it was' I'm sorry '.
With one look, one could tell that the words had just been written. The ink was very fresh.
The strokes were smooth and elegant; it was Su Zhinian's handwriting.
So, the main reason he gave her the card wasn't to give her money for basic necessities but to say 'I'm sorry'?
Is he apologizing for his bad temper on the phone that night?
No wonder when he gave her the card, he stuffed it into her pocket when she didn't take it. Then he rushed back to the desk in a panic and chased her out of the study before she had a chance to react …
Even though she had been scolded by him that night, when she saw the two words, her mood, which had been depressed the whole night, suddenly improved. In fact, the softest part of her left chest felt warm and fuzzy.
That cold and arrogant man is apologizing to me!
Song Qingchun stared at the 'I'm sorry' on the card, and her lips curved into a gentle smile.
There was a strange color swirling at the bottom of her eyes, accentuating her beauty.
Song Qingchun stared at the bank card for a long time before she came to and pocketed it. She brewed a cup of coffee according to Su Zhinian's taste and carried it into his study.
That night, Su Zhinian came back to look for her. He was working overtime on a conference call. When he saw her walk in, he raised his hand to shush her.
Song Qingchun did not disturb him. She placed the coffee cup on the table softly and was about to turn to leave when she seemed to remember something. She picked up his pen and tore out a note from his table. She scribbled on it and stuck it on the coffee cup before sneaking away.
When Su Zhinian finished the conference, it was already two hours later.
He turned off the computer and the first thing he did was peel the note off her coffee mug.
Three elegant words were written on it: "It's okay." Was it a reply to the "sorry" on the signature bar behind his bank card?
Su Zhinian's lips curved into a smile, and his eyes softened. The light in his eyes rippled like water.
In that instant, his exhaustion vanished like smoke in thin air.
He leaned back in his chair with a calm heart, picked up the cup of coffee that was already cold, and finished it one sip at a time.
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