Ji Rui stepped out of the elevator and habitually glanced through the glass partition towards the secretary's desk. Seeing the familiar dark head through the glass, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, and somewhere deep inside, a string of bubbles named joy fizzed up like a shaken soda from his heart.
In reality, ever since that newspaper article about Luo Yifan and his little secretary came out, Ji Rui had been in a state of unexplainable confusion.
Rationally speaking, he wished she would just resign, so he wouldn't have to be inexplicably furious every time he saw her, and he wouldn't get annoyed by watching her flaunt her love, swallowing his irritation.
But the irrational part of him was slightly apprehensive, afraid she would really leave Ji Family to become a rich wife, hence seeing her there made him subconsciously relieved.
