Chapter 700: Chapter 85: Advertisement, One Day Not Seen_3
"Ok, fine, I’ll get it done. I understand your emphasis on time. We’ll get it sorted!"
Li Yan felt a bit helpless at his words. But there was nothing to be ashamed of; this is how business projects work. The company needs to recoup some costs in advance to provide more support later. After all, it’s just an entertainment film, not a serious art piece aiming for awards.
The most important thing is that everyone has something to eat.
...
After finishing the call with Qiao Pan, Li Yan finally emerged from the conference room.
He went alone to the smoking room to smoke. In the clouds of smoke, his thoughts relaxed. Although he tried to suppress himself and not think about it, once it was quiet, he couldn’t help but think of Zhang Yurong, who worked in the same building.
As the ancients said, a day apart feels like three years. In modern speech, this often becomes a teasing joke or cliché, like vows of eternal love.
But since leaving home yesterday morning until now, it’s only been a day and a half. In this day and a half, Li Yan struggled to forget himself! Yes, only by forgetting himself could he forget to think about other things, not to think of every little detail about Zhang Yurong. Yesterday, he immersed himself in Duan Haibo, Lv Jiajing, Lv Lijun, Han Jinlong’s group, making himself part of the collective, not just a lone individual; today, he buried himself in various tasks, becoming part of his work, no longer an individual.
But now, taking a pause, he realized that no matter how many things you do or how many people you’re with, time still passes so slowly!
Just like how drinking last night made him more clear-headed, smoking now also couldn’t numb him. Last night Yue Yao’s words and this morning Jiang Xueyin’s words both made him worry about Yurong’s situation.
Not sure how she felt during this day and a half I was away?
Did going to work today get affected by this issue?
Is she calmer now, would she want to receive his call?
After finishing the second cigarette and realizing the box was empty, Li Yan stretched his body. He silently mocked himself, already nearing thirty, how could he still be as anxious as a lovesick teenager?
No matter what she thinks, at least she hasn’t directly said she plans to divorce. Even if she means it, they’re not divorced yet, making a call to ask about her, to care for her, isn’t it normal, isn’t it reasonable?
"I’m just calling to ask her, she wouldn’t laugh at me, right?"
Li Yan muttered to himself as he took out his phone, and found Zhang Yurong’s number. Afraid others in the company might find out, he certainly didn’t store her name directly. It was originally stored as "wife," but as relationships became numerous and complicated, he felt it wasn’t good if they saw it, so he changed it to "Lp," an abbreviation in pinyin. But that was easily guessed too, so he lastly changed it to "Z," the first letter of Zhang in Zhang Yurong.
Now, as he found the "Z" number, Li Yan’s fingers felt heavy, pressing the dial button seemed harder than pulling a trigger or pressing a remote bomb detonator.
After hesitating for a while, feeling exhausted, he sighed and gave himself an excuse: Perhaps she’s out discussing business now, and if I call her phone, Ke Yunyun might answer, and that wouldn’t be good. It’s better to call the president’s office from my office to see if she’s there!
After giving himself this delaying reason, he went out to wash his face with cold water, then returned to the office.
At that moment, he even thought about asking Jiang Xueyin to help call... But in the empty office, he finally mustered the courage, silently cursing himself for being so pathetic, it’s just a phone call, not some monumental task.
He dialed the number for the president’s office. For the first time, making a call in the company made his heart pound crazily. Previously, walking directly to Zhang Yurong’s office, it was calm.
A gentle female voice answered, not sure which girl from the president’s office it was, leaving Li Yan with no choice but to speak in a low voice: "I’m Li Yan from Heavenly Film, I have something to report to the president, please help me transfer."
"Hold on a moment..."
While the music played on the line, Li Yan bitterly laughed at himself, wasn’t he calling? What’s so embarrassing? She can’t see me, others don’t know at all. But even though his mood calmed, his heartbeat seemed to betray his emotions.
After a while, the same voice came back: "Manager Li, sorry, President Zhang is busy, if you have anything to report, I can note it down and tell her later."
Li Yan was suddenly speechless, disappointment and frustration filling his heart. Although Zhang Yurong was always busy, with clients needing appointments, and internal matters processed through the president’s office, only the important ones handled directly by her. But at this moment, he somewhat felt that maybe Yurong didn’t want to take his call. Maybe thought there’s nothing to say and wants to avoid awkwardness!
"Do you want me to connect to Assistant Ke?"
"No need for now, thank you." Li Yan, a bit bitter, hung up the phone, habitually reaching for the cigarette box, but found it empty... (To be continued, to continue reading please log onto www.qidian.com, more Chapters, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
