He's So Sweet After Class

42

Translator: Rin    Editor: dedaign    Proofreader: Amber.es

“Mr. Mo, this is the place.” The Jiang family’s driver had brought Mo Lingqiu to a building on Wozi Road.

Mo Lingqiu looked through the window at the towering silver-gray building outside and, for a moment, was lost in thought.

The driver didn’t rush. He pulled the car over to one side and stepped out to help open the door.

Only then did Mo Lingqiu come back to his senses. When he got out of the car with his lunchbox, he said, “Thank you.”

“Do you need me to wait here for you? Or will you go back in the evening with Little Young Master?” The driver politely asked.

Mo Lingqiu hesitated. “You can go back first.”

“Okay, please contact me if you need anything in the evening.” The driver bowed towards Mo Lingqiu and drove away.

Mo Linqiu walked into the building with his lunch box. The whole lobby was a bit empty, but it was very bright and neat, and there were two staff members standing in uniform at the front desk.

He looked around for a while before walking up to them. “Can you tell me on which floor Jiang Chenming is?”

The staff members froze at his question.

“You need to have an appointment to see President Jiang. Have you made an appointment?”

“…No.” President Jiang? To Mo Lingqiu, this title was quite exceptional; apparently, Jiang Chenming had shed his student identity and was already the president.

“Please wait a moment. I’ll call and check.” The receptionist was very polite. In order to not directly drive someone away, she first called Jiang Chenming’s secretary to confirm that there was indeed no appointment today, before turning back to Mo Lingqiu. “Sorry, I just confirmed with President Jiang’s secretary that there really isn’t an appointment. I’m so sorry.”

“En,” Mo Lingqiu said. He didn’t dwell on it. He just walked to the sofa next to the hall, sat down, and put his lunch box onto the coffee table.

The two receptionists watching him were a bit puzzled.

“Why isn’t he leaving?”

“I’m not sure. There are a lot of people looking for President Jiang. Plus, he’s an Omega.”

“He is quite handsome, but it feels like he didn’t understand what we said.”

The two of them spoke so softly that Mo Lingqiu couldn’t really hear them, but he could guess that they were probably talking about him.

He was considering sending Jiang Chenming a message informing him that he was at the company, but he reconsidered, afraid of disturbing his work. He simply sat in silence on the sofa, deciding he would contact Jiang Chenming later when it was time for lunch.

Mo Lingqiu didn’t know that Jiang Chenming, sitting in his office at that moment, had received a call from his housekeeper, Uncle Yu.

“Little Young Master, I’m sorry to disturb you. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Is it about Teacher Mo?” Since Uncle Yu was at home, the only thing Jiang Chenming could think of the call concerning was Mo Lingqiu.

“Yes. Mr. Mo left the house about half an hour ago and said he was going to bring you lunch.” Uncle Yu smiled. “Little Young Master, I’m just letting you know.”

Jiang Chenming’s eyes lit up. It had been half an hour since Mo Lingqiu left, so he should’ve arrived a while ago. “I’ll go down and have a look.”