Chapter 505: Chapter 502: Big Nose
He Qianhui snorted with laughter. Going to the police station to bail someone out—did they really think she was such a big shot?
However, she’d never set foot in a police station before and didn’t even know which way the entrance faced.
"You’re the smartest," Feng Nuo conceded, "but I’m still a bit worried about Liang Xin. What if that fifty thousand yuan brings her trouble?"
Zhang Hao pulled her into his embrace. "You really do have a soft heart. Why don’t you think about how long it would take you to earn that money back? When you were making money, nobody felt sorry for you."
He Qianhui knew that Zhang Hao was being protective of her, so she didn’t argue with him.
"Alright, from now on, for any loan over two hundred yuan, I’ll ask for your permission," she agreed.
She thought Zhang Hao wouldn’t react, but suddenly he grunted, which sounded like an agreement.
He Qianhui hummed, not making any move, and leaned into the warmth of his embrace as sleepiness gradually overtook her.
She slept dreamlessly, and when He Qianhui woke up, it was already nine in the morning.
She had already overslept for work, yet she was still worrying about someone else.
Turning over, she was startled to find the other side of the bed empty and the sheets cold.
He Qianhui fumbled for her phone to ask her manager for a leave of absence.
The moment she lit up the screen, she saw that half an hour earlier, her manager had already messaged her.
He must have guessed that something had held her back, seeing she’d been absent for more than half an hour.
Being the company’s star performer and responsible for more than half of the sales, she had her boss’ favor.
It’s true that capable people are doted on even by their superiors.
So the manager had directly given her two days off, saying if that wasn’t enough, she could come back to work the following week.
There wasn’t much going on at the company recently, so taking a couple more days off was fine.
Facing such care from her boss, He Qianhui didn’t dare to actually rest until the following Monday.
Thinking of going into the office in the afternoon, she covered herself with the quilt and tried to sleep, doubting she could.
But when she next opened her eyes, it was already eleven o’clock. Checking her phone, she saw that Zhang Hao had sent her a message.
In a few more minutes, he would get off work. He Qianhui prepared a simple bowl of noodles for herself at home and took a bite.
Just as she was about to eat, someone knocked on the door. He Qianhui thought it might be the neighbor lady coming to hang out.
But peering through the peephole, she was surprised to see a man in a delivery uniform.
His bright yellow uniform was instantly recognizable as that of a delivery guy.
He Qianhui didn’t recall ordering any takeout but opened the door regardless.
"Is this Ms. He? Here is your order. Enjoy your meal," the deliveryman said.
He Qianhui, looking at the phone number on the delivery slip, although masked, recognized from the last digits that it was Zhang Hao’s number.
"Thank you, you’ve worked hard."
Taking the delivery back inside, she opened it to find fruit cake and her favorite spicy hot pot.
Compared to this feast, her bowl of noodles seemed utterly tasteless.
Though what He Qianhui had made were seafood noodles—which seemed unremarkable on the surface but revealed surprises underneath once stirred.
Still, she was grateful that Zhang Hao had ordered takeout for her. She sent a message, and he replied immediately.
"Since you hadn’t responded all morning, I guessed you hadn’t gone to work today. Have something good at noon, don’t mistreat your stomach," he texted.
Reading the message, He Qianhui couldn’t help but laugh. "You too, don’t always skip meals for your patients."
Both of them were concerned about each other’s well-being, which made that lunch all the more enjoyable.
Before the afternoon work hours, He Qianhui arrived at the company, while the manager was still resting in the office.
Upon hearing some noise outside, he immediately got up to check.
To his surprise, it was He Qianhui: "Xiaohui, why are you here?"
Seeing the astonished look on the manager’s face, He Qianhui smiled and said, "Here for work, what else could I be doing?"
"Didn’t I tell you to take a break? Why did you make a special trip here?" the manager asked.
"I overslept this morning," He Qianhui explained.
The manager gave a chuckle and said, "I thought you had something else going on. Next time something like this happens, remember to tell me, and I’ll call in sick for you."
He Qianhui thanked the manager for his understanding and hurriedly went to her work station.
She had not even had the chance to turn on her computer when Feng Nuo slid over on her chair.
"Xiaohui, I have a business trip tomorrow. Are you free tonight? Come with me to buy a couple of outfits," she asked.
Previously, Feng Nuo’s performance at the company had always been at the bottom, exacerbated by some sort of last-place elimination system the company had implemented.
This gave her a hint of a crisis, but now she was able to go on business trips and negotiate contracts on her own.
"Why do you insist on dragging me along? I have plans tonight," He Qianhui said.
Upon hearing this, Feng Nuo immediately clung to her arm and started rocking it back and forth, "Xiaohui, you have a great eye, the clothes you buy are beautiful, and they look even more stunning on you."
"I’m not very good with aesthetics; if I end up buying some ugly clothes, the clients might think our company isn’t fashionable enough."
He Qianhui felt this had nothing to do with the company’s trendiness.
"Okay, okay, I’ll cancel my earlier commitment to go shopping with you, but you’re treating me to dinner tonight," she said.
Now, Feng Nuo had completed several deals independently, without the need for her colleagues’ assistance.
Once she started closing deals, her salary soared; thus, the current Feng Nuo didn’t even need the company’s guaranteed minimum salary to live comfortably.
Inviting He Qianhui to dinner was no issue at all.
"Sure, sure, whatever you want to eat is fine," Feng Nuo agreed readily.
After what seemed like forever, work was finally over; He Qianhui sent a message to Zhang Hao, telling him she would be home late tonight.
Without waiting for a reply, she was already leaving the company with Feng Nuo.
They hailed a taxi and went straight to the mall, heading directly for the women’s clothing section.
Looking at the dazzling array of clothes, He Qianhui wondered if she should also get a couple of items for herself.
As she was considering it, Feng Nuo had already picked up a blue dress and was holding it against herself.
After looking at it, He Qianhui shook her head, suggesting she try a different color.
Even though Feng Nuo really liked that color, she still heeded He Qianhui’s advice and chose a different one.
"Xiaohui, what do you think of this one? Doesn’t it match me well?" she asked.
"The hem of this dress is too long. Your legs look great; you should show off your strengths. Why not try this one?" He Qianhui picked out a shorter dress from the rack.
Feng Nuo exclaimed, "Xiaohui, isn’t this dress a bit too short? I don’t pay much attention to how I carry myself when I’m out and about. I always feel like people will see my underwear if I bend over in such a dress."
He Qianhui pulled Feng Nuo aside, away from the ears of the store clerk.
In a low voice, she whispered, "The whole point of you wanting me to accompany you shopping is to give yourself a psychological edge in not picking out the clothes yourself, isn’t it?"
"Don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking; let’s go with this one."
"When you wear it out to discuss partnerships, you might just attract those clients with your long legs."
"These days, men have all sorts of preferences; sometimes, it’s not just a pretty face that gets their attention."
