Rock Sugar And Pear Stew | L.K Adaptation

Chapter 12

Lisa was brought to a conference room on the third floor.

Manager Song pushed open the door and gestured her to go in. Lisa felt that there was something odd about the whole situation but before she could make sense of what was going on, Manager Song suddenly gave her a gentle push. Just like that, she was pushed into the room.

"I just remembered that I still have something on. I'll head off first. You two have a good chat". On saying this Manager Song did not even give Lisa a chance to react before he closed the door with a thud.

"Hey...." Lisa was baffled.

She turned and swept her eyes across the conference room.

The room was square in shape and rather large. With its simple furnishing, the entire room felt extremely spacious. In the middle was a conference table and at the end of this table was a French window. Its grey curtains were drawn open and through the clear window panes, one could see an open space with trees and pedestrians.

In front of the French window was a black executive chair. A person was sitting on this chair.

Right now, this person sat facing the French window, leaving Lisa with back view of his head.

How pretentious. Lisa silently scoffed in her heart. 

"Hi". Lisa called out.

The chair slowly, slowly turned before it finally faced her.

That person was wearing a white tracksuit and had short hair that did not reach past his ears. As he was back facing the sunlight shining in from the window, his face could not be seen that clearly. However, Lisa took one look and was lightly stunned for a moment. She thought, thus guy is really good looking!

His face was fair with well-defined and symmetric feature. He also had a piercing gaze and the way he held himself was clean, poised and confident.

He was sitting there quietly while basked in the sunlight, looking as if he was surrounded by a warm golden halo. The scene gave one the same feeling as viewing an oil painting gentle, refined and somewhat inexplicable.

Lisa repeated herself, "Hi".

He briefly acknowledged her greeting with an "Mm" in an unhurried tone, he asked, "You're my new assistant?" His voice was deep and resonant like the notes from the gently plucked strings of a qin, It was exceptionally pleasant to the ears.

Lisa puffed put her chest. "Uh huh".

He earnestly nodded before appraising her, "How dark".

Lisa: "...."

Lisa was a little embarrassed and hurriedly explained, "I just came back from military training. I'll be fairer in a while, really!"

Hid di not remark on this and instead rose and walked towards her.

When he stood up, Lisa realized that this person was extremely tall. He took slow and measured steps with his hands clasped behind his back. With every step towards her, the figure in the sun grew taller and taller. There was an almost imperceptible sense of being oppressed. It was just like a string with its two ends being pulled in opposite directions. With every tug, the string became tighter and tighter, till it was so taut that it would snap at any moment.

Lisa began to feel nervous. She straightened her shoulders, swallowed her saliva and gazed him.

That person walked closer and closer. Lisa could already see his features clearly.

Then, she was unexpectedly disconcerted: This person looked really familiar!

That slant of his eyebrows, that nose, and that particular set of eyes that was like large round almonds with a narrow double eyelid fold. It was an eye shape that looked suave without being flamboyant. This pair of eyes were framed by long and thick lashes so dark they seemed to have been dipped in ink. It was like the feathers that one could pluck from a black Silkie baby chick....ah, she once described someone this way before just who was it....