Chapter 38: His Scent

As their eyes met, Bai Shuruo thought of that piece of clothing and still felt embarrassed to death.

She almost subconsciously wanted to pull the quilt over her head, but Han Yangting had already entered a step ahead and snatched her quilt away.

"What just happened? What occurred?" There was anxiety in his eyes.

He had changed into loungewear again and even washed his hair; he was fresh and clean, with a faint scent of a bath, and his skin was fair with a healthy pink tint, appearing even smoother after his bath.

Because they were so close, Bai Shuruo's heart rate accelerated; she hurriedly turned her head away, not daring to look at him, and stammered, "I-it's just that my phone hit my forehead."

"Let me see." He forcibly straightened her face.

She had no choice but to look at him.

She was half-lying down while he sat; from her angle, she could see his slightly open collar, his solid pectoral muscles nearly bursting out, making her heart beat even faster and her toes curl up unnaturally.

Yet he was looking at her forehead carefully.

Her phone was not a thin model and had a thick case on it; this impact had directly raised a small bump on her forehead.

He hurriedly said, "Stay sitting there and don't move."

He ran out and returned a moment later, holding an ice cube wrapped in a plastic bag; he said, "I'll apply some ice to it for you."

She didn't dare move, and he held the ice, slowly and gently rubbing it on her forehead.

A cool sensation spread across her forehead, and the pain vanished instantly.

The two were close, and his sleeve would brush against the tip of her nose from time to time; she could also smell the fresh scent of the bath on him.

Bai Shuruo suddenly felt that this room of twenty-some square meters was actually very small, and the soundproofing of this house was too good; the room was eerily quiet, and she could even hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

She said embarrassedly, "Brother Han, how about... I do it myself?"

As she spoke, she reached out to grab the ice.

But he ordered, "Don't move."

She had no choice but to sit still obediently.

In truth, it was just a tiny injury, not even worth calling an injury; ever since her father passed away, whether she fell, bumped herself, or got burned, she had learned to handle it herself, or not handle it at all, as it would recover in a couple of days anyway.

Yet he was treating her with such care.

She felt a stinging sensation in her nose.

She missed her father.

Han Yangting applied the ice for a good while before saying, "All right."

She touched her forehead; there was no pain at all now, so she hurriedly said, "Thank you, Brother Han."

He glanced at her phone and said, "Stop playing on your phone; it hurts your forehead."

Hurts her forehead?

"By the way, Brother Han, you knocked on the door earlier—was there something you needed?" Bai Shuruo asked.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted some orange juice."

"Sure." She hurriedly got out of bed to avoid the two of them staying there in embarrassment.

She ran into the kitchen, saw the orange juice, picked it up, and gulped it down in a few swallows; only then did she feel her heartbeat stabilize and her tension ease.

After drinking, she walked to the living room to turn on the television.

Seeing that Shen Teng's *Moon Man* was available to watch on the TV app, she hurriedly clicked play.

Han Yangting also sat in the living room for a while, but he really had no interest in this kind of movie, so he returned to his room after watching for a bit.

Bai Shuruo let out a long sigh; only then did she feel no longer embarrassed and could focus on watching the movie.

The night grew deeper.

Gu Yunting went to a bar for a drink; with the cold and fiery alcohol in his stomach, he was not only unable to calm down but became angrier the more he thought about it.

He, the eldest young master of the Gu Group, known as Young Master Gu or Master Gu, had looks, had money, and the people who wanted to be his Secretary could line up from this bar all the way to France—what right did Bai Shunan have to be so ungrateful?

He had called, and he had gone to find her in person. She actually still used the video from the bed to threaten him.

It was simply outrageous!

After two drinks, he called Mo Wanqing.

"Yunting, is something the matter?" Mo Wanqing asked, her voice gentle.

This point was infinitely better than Bai Shunan; Bai Shunan was cold and heartless at work, and in bed, she was also indifferent, unable to tell if she actually liked it or not.

"Wanqing, where are you? I want to see you."

"I'm practicing the piano... I'm sorry, Yunting, it's not very convenient tonight; I have to prepare for a radio program."

"Fine, then another day." Gu Yunting didn't force it, just felt disappointed.

It was all Bai Shunan's fault; she was the one who ruined his good mood.

Gu Yunting drank two more glasses, then picked up his phone and sent a message to Bai Shunan: If you are willing to come back to work, your annual salary will be raised to 1.2 million; this is the last time I will look for you—take it or leave it.

CG.

Today was the day for the departmental meeting again.

Because of the experience from last time, the interns had better prepare some creative ideas in advance to avoid being suddenly called upon by Wei Zhuguan.

Bai Shuruo had also started thinking about it since before she went to sleep last night.

After getting off work at noon, the intern Zhang Liang actually came over to instruct the interns one by one: "Let's all eat together this noon; we can exchange some thoughts and opinions for the afternoon meeting while we're at it."

The interns looked at each other.

Exchange thoughts? If an idea came up, whose would it count as?

Seeing everyone hesitate, Zhang Liang said, "You don't need to worry about ideas being stolen; I just think it's a brainstorming session. After all, everyone's ideas are limited; if we think together, the effect will definitely be much better. When Wei Zhuguan asks later, we'll just say it's something we all came up with together."

Thus, during lunch, the six interns of the department found a large round table in the cafeteria and sat together to eat.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zhang Liang said, "At the afternoon meeting, Wei Zhuguan will definitely ask us what creative ideas we have. Even if he doesn't ask, as long as we have thoughts, we can still bring them up. When the time comes, he will discover that we interns aren't completely devoid of ideas."

Seeing that the others' enthusiasm was low, Zhang Liang said, "Then I'll start first. I mainly have three ideas. First, regarding the color of the mobile phone..."

He spoke about his ideas in a continuous stream; although they weren't particularly special, it was evident that they had been carefully considered.

Another male intern saw that he had spoken, so he followed up, "I also have two ideas, mainly regarding anti-fraud; this point is very important..."

Everyone had spoken, and it was Bai Shuruo's turn.

Bai Shuruo had pondered two creative ideas last night, but she held something back and only spoke about one, which was regarding the tactile feel.

Zhang Liang had come prepared, and he wrote down everything everyone said.

……

The afternoon meeting began.

The content of the routine meeting was similar to the last one; first, Wei Zhuguan spoke about the department's performance, praising the good and criticizing the bad.

The criticism part was the hardest to endure; Wei Zhuguan was a person who took work seriously and had a bad temper, so he would address the issues while also scolding people until they were drenched in blood.

After finishing his scolding, he gave some instructions on matters needing attention, glanced at the time, and said, "It's getting late, let's end today's meeting here. Does anyone have anything else to add?"

He actually didn't ask about creative ideas?

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; it was better that Wei Zhuguan didn't ask about creative ideas, as that was the most mentally taxing part. Even if they had ideas, they could save them for next time to avoid having to rack their brains again.

Zhang Liang, however, stood up at this moment: "Wei Zhuguan, I have a few points to add."

Wei Zhuguan sat in his chair and said indifferently, "Go ahead."

"I remember at the last meeting, you asked us to talk about development ideas for the next generation of products. At that time, we didn't have much preparation, but this time, we interns discussed it and summarized the following points."

"Let's hear them," Wei Zhuguan said.