Di Mingjue was on the verge of losing his temper, about to erupt in rage. Shen Lin stepped forward to dissuade Lu Sisi.
"Miss Lu, Mr. Di is very busy. If you truly wish for Mr. Di to rest early, you should heed his words and leave." Shen Lin reached out to Lu Sisi's arm.
If verbal persuasion was ineffective, the only option was to escort her out.
Noticing the hand moving closer to her arm, Lu Sisi's heart fluttered with excitement.
Shen Lin's action was the leverage she needed.
Before anything could truly make contact, a large object fell to the floor in front of her.
Lu Sisi was sprawled ungracefully across the dining table. Beneath her lay a mess, and the air in the office was filled with the greasy aroma of food.
She remained prone for a long time, and it was only when Shen Lin, who was nearby, finally came to his senses that he stepped forward to help her up.
Lu Sisi felt as though she had fallen into a pot of oil. Her clothes and all exposed skin had not escaped unscathed.
"Brother Mingjue, I feel so uncomfortable."
Looking at her state, Di Mingjue swallowed the words of dismissal that had formed on his lips.
In response to Lu Sisi's plea, she was granted a temporary reprieve to stay. However, once Shen Lin returned from buying her a change of clothes, she was expected to change and leave.
While waiting in the rest area of the office, Lu Sisi gazed at the large bed, her mind conjuring images of her future as Mrs. Di.
As she pondered, a plan began to form in her mind.
Her phone was in her pocket. The moment the idea struck, Lu Sisi immediately took out her phone to execute it.
*Click!*
The photograph captured the entire layout of the room.
The captured photo was then sent to Jiang Ziyu's phone.
Jiang Ziyu had just emerged from Peter's place; the drug targeting Qianqian had been successfully developed. She was heading to Di Jue Group, intending to inform Di Mingjue of the development and return with him.
The car was proceeding normally when a vibration from her phone caught her attention. Jiang Ziyu glanced at her phone screen.
Her thumb accidentally brushed against the screen, revealing a photograph.
She had been to this place many times. Even without looking closely at the arrangement of the items within, she could guess where it was.
After viewing the photo, another text message arrived.
[Does this place seem familiar?]
Jiang Ziyu ignored the incoming message, tossing her phone onto the passenger seat beside her. The photograph had not changed her mind or her destination; she was still heading home.
Seeing that the message had been read but not replied to, Lu Sisi couldn't help but bite her finger and ponder seriously. When her phone vibrated, she immediately opened the screen to check.
It was just a spam advertisement, not a reply from Jiang Ziyu.
Could she tolerate this? Or would she furiously rush over to catch them? Lu Sisi's fantasies were interrupted by Shen Lin.
"Miss Lu, I've left the clothes by the door."
The paper bag was placed on the floor. Shen Lin, following Di Mingjue's instructions, went downstairs to prepare the car to send her home.
He appeared only for a few seconds, and the office was once again occupied only by Di Mingjue and Lu Sisi.
The door creaked open. As Lu Sisi reached for the clothes, she saw Di Mingjue sitting alone at his desk, processing documents. Dinner had been ruined by her, so he could only work in the office.
After bringing the paper bag inside, Lu Sisi looked at the neatly folded long-sleeved shirt and pants within.
Truly a big oaf, his taste in clothes was terrible! While complaining inwardly, she took out the clothes.
Currently wearing a dress, Lu Sisi reached behind her back, her fingers fumbling with the zipper.
Her eyes lit up, and she opened the door to step out.
"Leave once you've changed," Di Mingjue said instinctively, raising his head to look forward.
Lu Sisi, her face flushed, looked at Di Mingjue and swayed her body, exposing a large part of her back to him. "Brother Mingjue, I can't reach the zipper."
To prove her point, she deliberately slid her fingers along the zipper. Her small hand seemed genuinely unable to reach it.