Chapter 59
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Song Qingchun stood up with support from the table and walked out of the room.
Everything before her eyes was blurry. She couldn't see where she was going, and her steps were unsteady.
"Miss, be careful …" the waitress warned as she reached out to Song Qingchun. However, before her fingers could reach Song Qingchun's arm, Song Qingchun's leg hooked on the corner of the chair, and she tripped and fell to the floor.
The floor of the room was covered in a thick carpet, so it didn't hurt. However, Song Qingchun collapsed to the floor with tears welling up in her eyes.
The waitress rushed forward to squat down and asked worriedly, "Miss, are you alright?"
Song Qingchun raised her head to follow the voice and asked, "What if I don't want to go to hell? Today is my birthday, so I don't want to go to hell? "
Song Qingchun reached out to grab the waitress's shirt like she was clutching at a life-saving straw. "Tell me, what can I do to avoid going to hell?"
The waitress wasn't sure what Song Qingchun meant by 'going to hell', but she thought about it and came to the conclusion that it was' going to work ', so she replied softly, "Miss, you're so drunk today, so I'm sure you won't be able to go to work. Why don't you call your boss and ask for a day off?"
Ask for a day off? Song Qingchun's eyes suddenly glowed with light.
"Yes, I need to ask for a day off …"
Song Qingchun nodded as she pulled out her phone. She looked at her contact list for a long time, but she couldn't tell which one belonged to Su Zhinian. She passed the phone to the waitress and asked, "Which one is Maniac Su?"
When it was almost time to get off work, Su Zhinian had an emergency meeting. When he returned to his office, it was almost 7 pm.
Su Zhinian slumped on the sofa tiredly. He raised his hand to massage the spot between his brows, and out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of a delicately wrapped cake box that was placed not far away.
Su Zhinian stopped moving. He stared at the cake for a while before slowly standing up to walk over to it. Then, he stared at the fresh fruit cream cake through the transparent packaging, and his mind wandered.
Following the knocking, the office door was pushed open. Su Zhinian frowned and turned around quickly. He saw Cheng Qingchong rush in anxiously with a document in her arms. "CEO Su, this document needs you to …"
Cheng Qingchong paused when she saw the cake beside Su Zhinian. Then, she continued in a level tone, "Sign this."
Su Zhinian nodded lightly. He accepted the document and flipped through it. After making sure there were no problems, he turned around, leaned against the table, and signed the document smoothly.
Su Zhinian passed the document back to Cheng Qingchong. As she turned to leave, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
Cheng Qingchong turned around with surprise. "CEO Su, what's your order?"
Su Zhinian's lips were pressed into a thin line. After three seconds of silence, he pointed at the cake beside him. "Take this out and throw it away."
Every year on this day, Su Zhinian would call her early in the morning to order a birthday cake, and then he would tell her to throw it away at night.
Even though this had happened many times, Cheng Qingchong was still startled before nodding and whispering, "Yes, sir." Then, she left with the cake.
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