txolops Chapter 103 The Big Windmill in the Picture Frame
Chapter 103 The Big Windmill in the Picture Frame
The CEO's office is located on the top floor of the Yintai Building.
Secretary Chen walked into the office carrying a packing bag and holding a transparent plastic folder in her hand.
He walked straight to his desk.
She first placed the transparent folder containing the paintings on the table.
Then, she put the fried rice she was holding aside.
Once everything was ready, Secretary Chen stood aside and waited.
About twenty minutes later.
A series of hurried footsteps and hushed conversations came from outside the corridor.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of executives gradually leaving could be heard coming from the lobby outside the president's office.
The meeting finally ended. *Thud*
The office door was pushed open.
Su Qingxue walked in. She closed the door behind her. Her face showed signs of fatigue, her brows were slightly furrowed, and her hand was pressing on her stomach.
After several hours of meetings and not eating much at noon, her anorexia started to flare up again, and her stomach felt like it was on fire.
"President Su."
Secretary Chen went up to him and said, "You must have had a long meeting."
Su Qingxue nodded slightly, said nothing, and walked straight to the desk.
As soon as she approached, her gaze did not immediately fall on the slightly warm takeout bag, but instead instantly fixed on the transparent plastic folder in the center of the table.
Su Qingxue's gaze sharpened slightly.
She pulled out a chair and sat down, even putting her hand down from her stomach, and reached out to pick up the folder.
Through the transparent plastic film, you can see a painting inside.
On the drawing paper, a huge windmill was drawn with childlike strokes, and the red, yellow, blue and green colors were applied in a full and bright manner.
Next to the windmill, there is a smiling red sun and a few blue clouds.
Although there is no painting skill involved, every line and every color in this painting exudes a tender innocence and dedication that touches the heart.
"This is……"
Su Qingxue raised her head, a flicker of emotion passing through her eyes.
"Mr. Su, this is something Tangtang asked me to bring to you."
Secretary Chen stood aside and reported to the leader: "When I went to queue up, the little girl was sitting on a small stool next to the stall."
As soon as she saw me, her eyes searched for you all over the place behind me.
When the little girl didn't see you, her face immediately fell; she was so disappointed.
Upon hearing Secretary Chen's words, Su Qingxue's fingers tightened slightly as she gripped the folder, a wave of guilt washing over her.
"Did she...wait a long time?"
Su Qingxue spoke very softly.
"Judging from what Boss Lin said, the little girl was waiting for you at the stall, and even when she was handing out spoons to customers, she kept her eyes on the exit of our building."
"The little girl is very sensible. When Boss Lin explained to her that you were working hard in a meeting, she immediately stopped making a fuss."
Then she ran to her schoolbag, took out the painting, and handed it to me with both hands.
She repeatedly told me to make sure I brought this big windmill to the pretty auntie.
Su Qingxue listened quietly.
She lowered her head, looking at the smiling little sun she was tracing on the drawing paper, her mind filled with Tangtang's adorable little face looking up, begging for praise.
"And Boss Lin too."
Secretary Chen then relayed Lin Chen's instructions verbatim: "President Su, after your meal was packed up, Boss Lin specifically instructed that the fried rice would taste worse if it got cold, so you must eat it while it's hot."
He added, "...If your stomach is still upset, eat two chilled radishes to tide you over."
Su Qingxue was slightly taken aback.
She turned her head and looked at the package.
"I see."
Su Qingxue responded.
Instead of immediately unpacking the lunchbox, she opened the transparent folder in her hand and gently pulled out the drawing paper.
Su Qingxue's gaze swept across the desk.
Her desk was always tidy, with no unnecessary decorations other than the necessary documents, computer, and pen.
The only personal item he owned was a picture frame placed next to his computer monitor.
That picture frame originally only contained one landscape photo.
Su Qingxue reached out and took the crystal photo frame.
She unfastened the small metal clips on the back of the photo frame, removed the back cover, pulled out the landscape photo inside, opened the drawer, and put it back in.
Next, Su Qingxue took the windmill that Tangtang had drawn.
The drawing paper is A4 size, while the picture frame is eight inches, so the size is slightly too large.
Instead of using scissors to cut it, Su Qingxue folded the blank edges of the paper back to ensure that the main body of the painting remained intact.
She placed the folded drawing paper behind the glass panel of the crystal photo frame.
Replace the back cover and fasten the metal clips.
After doing all this, Su Qingxue put the photo frame back in the most conspicuous position next to the computer monitor.
The desk, originally in cool tones, instantly gained a warmer feel thanks to the large windmill filled with vibrant red, yellow, and blue colors.
Su Qingxue sat in the chair, looking at the painting in the photo frame, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her lips.
"President Su, please eat some while it's hot. It would be a real shame if it got cold, given how good Boss Lin's cooking is."
Secretary Chen offered a timely reminder.
Su Qingxue withdrew her gaze and nodded.
She reached out and untied the knot in the takeout bag, taking out the food container inside.
"Click".
Su Qingxue picked up the disposable chopsticks on the table and opened the small box next to them.
Inside were chilled radishes, still slightly cool to the touch.
She picked up a piece of radish and put it in her mouth.
"Click."
The sound of chewing filled the office.
She picked up the spoon again and scooped up a mouthful of fried rice.
A bite of radish, a bite of fried rice.
Su Qingxue ate very attentively.
Ten minutes later, the fried rice in the takeout box was completely eaten, and the small box of chilled radishes was also empty.
Su Qingxue put down her chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe the corner of her mouth.
She turned her head, her gaze falling once again on the photo frame.
The red sun in the painting is smiling, just like Tangtang's lovely smiling face.
"Secretary Chen."
Su Qingxue suddenly spoke up.
"President Su, what are your instructions?"
Secretary Chen responded immediately.
"Check my schedule for tomorrow."
Secretary Chen didn't need to look at the schedule and reported to the director: "President Su, you need to hear the planning department's new proposal presentation at 10:00 AM tomorrow."
I'm scheduled to meet with Mr. Wang from Xinghui Real Estate at 2 PM to discuss the development rights for a plot of land.
"There is an important business dinner in the city at 7 PM, and you, as a representative of Yintai Group, are required to attend."
Su Qingxue listened without any hesitation.
"Move tomorrow afternoon's meeting with Xinghui Real Estate to 1:30."
"Also, cancel that business dinner tomorrow night."
"Cancel it?"
Secretary Chen paused for a moment, then hesitantly reminded him, "President Su, tomorrow night's banquet is very high-profile; several key city leaders will be in attendance. If you don't attend..."
"Have Vice President Li attend on my behalf."
Su Qingxue interrupted Secretary Chen directly, "If the other party has any objections, just say I'm not feeling well."
Secretary Chen knew her boss's temperament; once he made a decision, no one could change it.
"Okay, Mr. Su, I will readjust your schedule immediately."
Secretary Chen nodded in agreement.
Su Qingxue turned her head and looked at the windmill in the photo frame.
"Tomorrow at 5:30 PM."
"I want to go to the stall myself and thank that little girl in person."