Novel Bin Chapter 398: Living in Memory (1)
Su Zhinian’s series of orders were so brutal that she didn’t even know how to respond to Cheng Qingchong.
Cheng Qingchong stared at Song Qingchun and went silent. The orders that Su Zhinian had given her over the phone that day, she could still remember them word for word. They were at the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to voice them.
Cheng Qingchong gritted her teeth several times and tried her best to maintain the business-like smile on her face. She shattered the room’s silence by uttering, "Miss Song, when do you plan to start packing? Do you need my help?"
Song Qingchun heard the friendliness in Cheng Qingchong’s voice, and technically, Su Zhinian’s secretary had gone beyond her assigned role to offer her help, so she should be thankful, shouldn’t she? However, Cheng Qingchong’s words were like daggers stabbing one after another into Song Qingchun’s heart.
She was wrong before; Su Zhinian didn’t want her to leave that day, but he needed her to leave instantly...
So, this is how desperately he wants me to leave...
She could have left when the sun rose, but she stayed for so long simply because she wanted to meet him, but now, Song Qingchun felt there was no need to wait anymore, or rather, she had no reason to continue waiting.
In this world, there was none that didn’t need face, she was no exception. He could have given her a call to tell her to leave, but he sent his own assistant to chase her out. Is he that worried that I wouldn’t leave? This reminds me too much of the cheesy scenes from those trashy web novels where the rich CEO sends his personal secretary to take care of the mistress that he’s tired of.
The blood had completely drained from Song Qingchun’s face. She could feel her whole body shaking, she didn’t dare take a look at Cheng Qingchong because she was afraid to catch a glimpse of emotions like sympathy and pity in the other woman’s eyes. She bit her bottom lip with more force than necessary and placed the glass hastily back on the table.
The water splashed out due to the suddenness of her movement. She didn’t care about the stain that was gathering on the floor and stood up to say, "I’ll go pack now."
She then turned to rush upstairs. In her hurry to escape, she accidentally slipped on the pool of water and collapsed back into the sofa, her toes knocking against the edge of the hardwood sofa chair. She felt tears trying to escape from her eyes, but when she heard Cheng Qingchong stand up and ask if she was alright, she held her tears in. She didn’t answer as she stood up and suppressed the pain in her toes as she ran upstairs and slammed the door to her bedroom close.
Song Qingchun didn’t know how she managed to pack her things, but when she came to, all of her stuff had been forced inside her suitcases with no sense of order and rhythm to them. When she’d arrived at his house, she only had one bag, but when she left, to her surprise, she had three.
When Song Qingchun dragged her first suitcase downstairs, she saw Cheng Qingchong was still standing there. She ignored her and lowered her head as she passed by her and dropped her bag by the door. Then she returned upstairs to fetch her two other suitcases.
A few of her shoes were placed in the shoe rack next to the door. She grabbed a nearby plastic bag and started to shove them in. The bag had reached its maximum capacity, but there were still a few pairs of shoes left on the rack.