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Chapter 253: Still Thinking About the Takeaway Boxes?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Ji Chen and the bodyguards, who were following Si Zhengting, rushed over.

Upon seeing the person in his arms, Ji Chen was taken aback. He asked in disbelief, “... Madam?”

Si Zhengting’s gaze was as sharp and cold as a sword, and it was directed at Ji Chen!

Ji Chen shivered as Si Zhengting’s gaze met his. Ji Chen swallowed. His heart raced as he asked, “Sir, what, what happened?”

Si Zhengting’s tone was as frosty as ice that had been frozen solid for over tens of thousands of years. His icy tone was cold enough to pierce through one’s bones. “You’re asking me what happened?”

Ji Chen felt as though he was being placed in an ice house – he didn’t even dare breathe!

Ji Chen felt as though he was going to be dismembered by Si Zhengting’s piercing gaze. He lowered his head. Trembling with fear, he admitted that he was in the wrong. “Sir, this was an oversight on my part!”

He added, “Sir, it would be best if we brought Madam to wash up.”

Si Zhengting averted his gaze. He turned and was about to walk toward the Imperial Group building when he felt the woman in his arms tugging on his sleeves.

He stopped momentarily in his tracks. The fierce air about him that was deadly enough to kill was quelled. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, his eyes full of love and affection for her, but his voice was cold and repressed as usual, with a hint of awkwardness and arrogance. “What?”

Zhuang Nainai wasn’t sure why she was doing this either; perhaps it was out of spite. She pointed at the ground. “The takeaway boxes...”

Si Zhengting’s expression hardened.

He pressed his lips together tightly, and a burst of depressive air gushed out in his heart.

It had already come to this, and she was still fixated on her takeaway boxes?

But the little woman in his arms tightly tugged on his sleeves. Even if he was unable to look at her in her eyes, he could feel her awkwardness and stubbornness.

Si Zhengting eventually gave in. “Ji Chen!”

After calling for him, he carried her and walked forward.

If he had not been in Si Zhengting’s service for as long as he had, Ji Chen would not have understood Si Zhengting’s simple order in these two words.

Ji Chen wiped the sweat on his brow and resigned himself to picking up the takeaway boxes on the ground.

It was difficult for him to even pick up 35 takeaway boxes as a strong man, let alone Madam!

Ji Chen hardened his resolve and quickly followed behind Si Zhengting. He was seriously considering the prospect of dying.

He originally thought that Head Mi Nuo of the design department was smart. After all, they had had dealings in the past. Who would have thought, even after all the obvious hints that he had dropped, Mi Nuo had not understood what he meant?

Or perhaps Mi Nuo was being kept in the dark?

Ji Chen felt bitter, knowing that this time, he would not be able to escape from the consequences of his oversight.

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Everyone who was supposed to get off work in the Imperial Group had already gone home. The people who were working overtime were laboring on the 18th floor, so at this time, there was no one on the first floor.

Si Zhengting carried Zhuang Nainai and entered his personal elevator, quickly heading toward the top floor.

His office was fully equipped with all the necessary amenities. There were a bedroom and a washroom, and he carried Zhuang Nainai straight into the latter. He filled the bathtub with water. He then glanced over at Zhuang Nainai, only to find that she had lowered her head. She refused to look at him.

Si Zhengting felt a choking sensation in his chest. He was silent for a moment, then stood up and started to walk out of the washroom.

However, he was still worried. He stood outside the washroom and peered in through the cracks of the door.

Zhuang Nainai was hurt, what if she slipped and fell inside the washroom?

After Si Zhengting left the bathroom, Zhuang Nainai heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly took off her clothes before entering the bath.

Si Zhengting saw a flurry of white and a delicate, well-proportioned body. His cheeks suddenly flushed a bright crimson. He took a few deep breaths before turning and heading toward his office.

As he walked, the air about him started turning cold again. The red hue on his cheeks gradually faded, and his gaze grew sharper.