Chapter 8 — My Ex-Love Is My Boss Again Full

10The next day, I went to work with eyes swollen like almonds. As soon as I arrived at my desk, a glass of warm milk and a sandwich were already placed on the table. I raised my head and saw Giang Triet passing by as if nothing happened, just the tips of his ears were slightly red and suspicious. My colleagues looked at me with teasing eyes and whispered. After the misunderstanding was resolved, Jiang Triet's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. He started pursuing me — in a very clumsy way. Every morning, my table has a carefully prepared, punctual breakfast. Every night, he personally drove me home, not missing a day. He is no longer cold like before. Although he still spoke little, his gentle eyes could no longer be hidden. The whole company realized something was going on. The rumors that I had offended General Director Giang, overnight turned into the love story "the tyrannical president pursues love". Everyone went from sympathy and gossip, to jealousy and "pushing the boat" for the couple. "Lam Mac, Mr. Giang brought you breakfast again, it's so sweet!" "You guys look at Mr. Giang's eyes, it's like you want to melt Lam Mac!" Faced with my colleagues' teasing, I could only blush and bury my head and pretend to work. Ha Nhien texted me via WeChat: "Oh my god!!! The mirror is broken and it's whole again! The CEO is pursuing his wife like a 'crematorium'! So magical! Mac Bao, rush! I have to cut down the photo!" I looked at the phone and couldn't help but laugh. That's right... who would have thought? The star I once thought was unattainable — is now trying to walk towards me. After being demoted, Kieu An An was transferred to another branch, and I almost never saw her again. I heard that she saw Giang Triet picking me up and picking me up every day and was so angry that she broke a glass in the office. But I didn't care at all about her reaction. Under Jiang Che's sweet and sincere pursuit, my heart — which was once cold — is gradually melting, gradually opening up. I started to respond to his concern. When you work overtime, I make you a cup of coffee. Before each meeting, I help him organize necessary documents. Our interactions became more and more harmonious, and the atmosphere around us was also filled with sweetness. I'm enjoying this belated, but extremely happy feeling. 11After an important collaborative project ended successfully, the company held a celebration party. The party was held on the company's top floor terrace, where you can enjoy panoramic views of the city at night. Giang Triet pulled me to a corner with few people. He took out a file from behind his back and gave it to me. I opened it in confusion. Inside were not any dry business documents, but... a plan for our future. From the short-term goal of "becoming a lover", to the medium-term goal of "introducing your family, getting engaged", to the long-term goal of "building a family, growing up together". For each stage, he plans in detail, even attaching a SWOT analysis. Strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, threats – each item is listed clearly and coherently. This is the most special and most romantic confession I have ever received. He used the way he was best at to express his sincerity and affection. My eyes were red. "Miss Lam Mac..." He regained his usual CEO appearance and looked at me nervously. "Are you willing to accept this plan... to become my girlfriend?" I looked at the starlight in his eyes, along with the bright lights of the city behind me, laughing and crying at the same time. I nodded strongly. "I agree." He breathed a sigh of relief as if a burden had been lifted, then hugged me tightly. We, under the eyes of witnesses

Opinions and blessings from colleagues officially establish the relationship. Our office love story was not hidden or shy as imagined. Giang Triet solemnly held my hand and walked into the company. However, at work, we still make a clear distinction between public and private. He - as a superior - was even stricter with me than before. He said, he wanted me to be someone who could fight side by side with him, not a mistletoe hiding under his protective wings. I understand that sentiment. But when he no longer has work, he pampers me like a little princess. Just because I blurted out that I craved cakes in the West of the city, he was willing to drive an hour to buy them. When I had a stomach ache during my period, he personally cooked ginger red sugar water and hugged my belly to soothe it. Rigor in work and gentleness in life create a wonderful balance. In this relationship, I feel unprecedented safety and happiness. 12 After half a year of love, on a beautiful sunny weekend, Giang Triet took me home to meet my parents. Before leaving, I was so nervous that my palms were sweaty. I'm afraid his family won't like a girl from a normal background like me. However, his parents were more friendly and open than I thought. Giang's mother held my hand and asked me kindly, her eyes full of love. Giang's father talked about work with Giang Triet, and occasionally complimented some project ideas I had worked on. During the meal, I learned: Giang Triet's current company is not a path paved with roses. After graduating, he refused his family's favorable conditions to start his career from scratch. When he first started his business, he was betrayed by his partner, his cash flow was cut off, and he almost fell into a dead end. It was he - alone - who bore all the pressure to achieve today's achievements. I was speechless as I listened to Giang's mother speak in sadness, then turned to look at the calm, steadfast man next to me, my heart suddenly ached. It turned out that behind the glory I saw in him, there were countless hardships that few people knew about. On the way home, I took the initiative to hold his hand. "From now on, I will always be by your side." He tilted his head to look at me, his eyes were gentle as if they could melt into water. "Yes." We talked about the future. I said I didn't want to give up my career because of love, I still wanted to continue pursuing my professional path. He immediately supported. "I hope the person I love always has the right and courage to pursue his dream." He said: "I will be your strongest support." A few months later, thanks to my outstanding ability, I was promoted to project team leader. That evening, Giang Triet took me to his office. We stood next to each other in front of the large window looking down at the brightly lit city. Thousands of lights shimmer and shine like the Milky Way. Giang Triet gently hugged me from behind, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Thank you..." He whispered in my ear. "For not really leaving my world." I turned around, stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. I know, our story… is not the end. But it's just the beginning. Run out of