Chapter 812
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Just as Tang Nuan was about to pay attention to whether Song Qingchun would drink as she walked, the phone on the table rang.
She subconsciously turned around and glanced at the phone screen that had lit up. It was a text message from that woman.
The message was simple; there were only two English letters: OK.
Even through the phone screen, Tang Nuan could still recall the vicious look that flashed across the eyes of the gentle and gentle woman in front of everyone.
She sure knows how to act … Tang Nuan thought to herself as she glanced at Song Qingchun. She picked up her phone to unlock it. She was about to reply to the woman when the female colleague sitting across from Tang Nuan opened a bag of pickled pepper chicken feet and tossed one at Tang Nuan's table out of habit.
Tang Nuan grabbed the chicken feet and used her teeth to pry them open. She chewed on the chicken feet as she typed on her phone. She only managed to type one word when she suddenly turned her head toward the corridor and started to dry heave with her hands over her mouth.
The female colleague who gave Tang Nuan the chicken feet turned around to ask with concern, "Tang Nuan, what's wrong?"
Tang Nuan waved at the female colleague to indicate that she was fine. Then she placed her phone and the chicken feet on the table, stood up, and ran toward the bathroom.
As she walked down the corridor in her high heels, the sound of dry heaving could be heard. It was exceptionally clear in the quiet office.
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Ever since Tang Nuan was caught kissing another man while they were dating, Song Qingchun had treated Tang Nuan like air. Even when Tang Nuan was at the front of the company, Song Qingchun didn't even look her in the eye.
Just as she was about to walk to her office with a glass of water in her hand, her assistant called out to her. When the assistant asked her if this was a good idea for a recent news article, she habitually brought the glass of water to her lips.
Just as the warm liquid touched her lips, Song Qingchun heard the sound of vomiting coming from behind her.
That tone of voice made her stomach churn, and she felt like throwing up. She quickly put down the glass, and like her assistant, she turned toward the direction of the voice. She saw Tang Nuan rushing toward the bathroom with her hands over her mouth.
The female colleague sitting across from Tang Nuan had always been close to her. Perhaps out of concern for her, she followed behind Tang Nuan as she ran toward the bathroom.
The female colleague didn't enter the bathroom but stood at the door, talking to Tang Nuan.
"What's going on? Do you still feel uncomfortable? Do you want to take a day off? I'll go to the hospital with you. Hey … What's wrong with you these few days? Why do you vomit every time you eat … "
Tang Nuan replied in the bathroom, but Song Qingchun couldn't hear it. She could only make out the female colleague's voice.
"Sister Qingchun," the young assistant called out. She pointed at the computer screen and continued to talk about work.
Song Qingchun tilted her head to the side to stare at the computer screen. Amidst the nagging of her assistant, her attention would occasionally wander to the conversation coming from the bathroom.
"Is it because I drank too much last week? It's not that I want to lecture you, Tang Nuan, but you're a girl. You shouldn't keep drinking like this … What will happen to your stomach? "
Just as the female colleague was complaining about Tang Nuan, Sister Hua, who was closest to the bathroom, turned around. "Tang Nuan, have you been throwing up these few days?"
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