Chapter 13: S – Come out for a moment.

After Jiang Nanshu made the transfer, she stared at the chat window for half a minute, but Song Ye still hadn’t accepted the payment.

“Nan Shu, your article is great! I think there’s no problem at all.”

Zhou Jiale leaned on the partition of her desk, curiously asking, “Why did Brother Ye call you to his office? Did he ask you to revise the article?”

Jiang Nanshu immediately locked her phone screen.

Her visit to Song Ye’s office was a personal matter, so she couldn’t say it directly.

She placed the phone on the desk and smiled at Zhou Jiale.

“No, I had submitted a competitive product research, and he asked me a few questions.”

Li Junyi also said, “I think it’s great too, no need to revise an article of this quality.”

“Yeah, Nan Shu, teach me next time.”

“Help me check my draft next time.”

Other colleagues also chimed in with compliments.

Jiang Nanshu smiled and said, “No problem.”

But their compliments were just polite, and she looked toward Lu Xiaowei’s desk and asked, “Team leader, is there anything that needs to be revised in the article?”

Actually, when Song Ye called her into his office, Lu Xiaowei had already been reviewing her promotional article.

She had planned to find some mistakes, but after reading it twice, she couldn’t find anything wrong.

The article was fine, but she didn’t have much faith in this game.

In the beginning, everyone was excited about the project, but the progress had been slow, and the boss didn’t have high hopes, considering canceling it.

The project had seen a lot of turnover, with many people being transferred to other teams.

As the operations team leader, and with her boyfriend being the main developer, she couldn’t leave.

She had to stick with the team, but now, with the year-end approaching, she knew the bonuses and year-end rewards would be severely reduced.

She quickly closed the chat with her friend and was about to find a few errors to bother Jiang Nanshu when Zhou Jiale said, “Nan Shu! Brother Ye liked your promotional article.”

Jiang Nanshu was stunned for a moment, then opened Feishu, and sure enough, she saw that Song Ye had liked her document.

Not only him, but Zhou Jiale, Li Junyi, and others had also liked it.

The producer had liked it, and Lu Xiaowei had no choice. She said, “No problem.”

The article was approved.

Jiang Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief.

She could leave work early tonight.

She picked up her phone and checked again; Song Ye still hadn’t accepted the payment.

… He had time to like her post, but not to accept the payment?

It was rare for her to leave work on time that night.

She and Zhou Jiale went downstairs together.

Zhou Jiale hooked her arm and walked out of the company building.

When there were no more colleagues around, she said, “If Brother Ye hadn’t liked your article, the team leader would definitely have asked you to revise it.”

“Then I have to thank him.”

Jiang Nanshu smiled; she thought so too.

“Want to go for a manicure or shopping?” Zhou Jiale turned and asked.

“Maybe next time.”

Jiang Nanshu said, “I need to go to the pet hospital to see my cat.”

“You have a cat too!” Zhou Jiale said enviously. “

I want one too, but they’re too expensive.

I’m afraid to keep one.”

“I found my cat, it had a broken leg and now it’s got pneumonia.

I haven’t been able to bring it home yet, and I’ve already spent quite a bit of money…” Jiang Nanshu suddenly remembered a pet blogger she had been following, who mentioned that pets could get insurance.

If they got sick, part of the costs could be reimbursed.

After bidding farewell to Zhou Jiale, Jiang Nanshu took a taxi straight to the pet hospital.

On the way, she looked into pet insurance and tried to think of a name for the cat.

But no matter how many names she thought of, none seemed to beat “Rousong.”

It’s all Song Ye’s fault!

Jiang Nanshu checked her WeChat again, and Song Ye still hadn’t accepted the payment.

She couldn’t help checking repeatedly, just like how you can’t stop yourself from opening a red envelope when you see one.

The pet hospital wasn’t crowded.

The female doctor who had treated her last time saw her and smiled, “Miss Jiang, are you here alone?”

“…Yes.”

“Rousong is feeling a little better today.”

“That’s good.”

Jiang Nanshu breathed a sigh of relief and followed her to check on the kitten.

The kitten seemed to recognize her, meowing a few times excitedly when it saw her.

She couldn’t help but pet it, then turned to the doctor and asked, “How many more days does it need to stay in the hospital?”

“About a week, depending on its recovery.”

“Alright.”

She stayed with the kitten for a while, recorded a few videos, and planned to turn them into vlogs to document its growth.

While filming, a notification popped up at the top of the screen.

Song Ye has accepted the payment.

Jiang Nanshu had been at the hospital for over half an hour.

Afterward, she ate a bowl of noodles at a nearby noodle shop, then went home, took a bath, and went straight to bed because she was so tired.

The next morning, she arrived at the office earlier than usual.

Zhou Jiale was eating breakfast, with a box of Rousong Xiaobei on the table.

When she saw her, she asked, “Do you want some?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

Jiang Nanshu shook her head. Jiang Yu and Lu Mingkun had visited her house earlier and made some dumplings and wontons, so she had boiled a bowl of wontons that morning.

Looking at the Rousong Xiaobei on Zhou Jiale’s table, an idea for a name popped into her head: “Xiaobei.”

No, no, it sounded more like Rousong’s little sister.

But the name did sound nice.

Couldn’t she just call it Xiaobei?

Why should Song Ye be able to use the name she picked, but she had to have so many concerns? Jiang Nanshu sat down, opened her computer, and pursed her lips, deciding to name the cat “Xiaobei.”

With that major decision settled, she felt at ease.

Her good mood lasted until about 10 p.m. that night.

Jiang Nanshu was playing a game at home when someone in the Feishu group dropped a link and @mentioned the operations team: [You guys should check this out.]

Operations Zhou Jiale: [I saw it too, blackmail.]

Operations Zhou Jiale: [… This image, isn’t this an internal image? Our promotional article isn’t supposed to be released until 10 a.m. tomorrow, how did they get it?]

Jiang Nanshu clicked to preview quickly, and saw that the news article was full of criticism about the open-world game project, saying they didn’t have high hopes for it.

It even used several images she had used in her promotional article.

Her heart sank.

This was internal material that hadn’t been released to the public.

Leaking unpublished company materials was a major violation in many companies, and it could get someone fired.

Operations Team Leader Lu Xiaowei: [Isn’t this the image from Jiang Nanshu’s promotional article?]

Her words were pointed, and Jiang Nanshu furrowed her brows.

Operations Jiang Nanshu: [Yes, I used that image, but what does that prove? Shared documents are available for everyone to see and download.]

Operations Team Leader Lu Xiaowei: [But why is it always the images you used in your promotional article? You need to explain this.]

Jiang Nanshu typed coldly: [So? Are you implying I leaked the images? Where’s your evidence?]

Development Gao Xiaokun: [Yeah, if we’re talking about evidence, don’t make accusations without any. Don’t wrong people.]

Operations Zhou Jiale: [Yeah…]

Several people spoke up to defend Jiang Nanshu.

But since Lu Xiaowei had pointed the finger at her, and not everyone in the project team believed her, many from other teams hadn’t even opened the promotional article.

Jiang Nanshu suddenly became the prime suspect.

And since the article hadn’t even been published, but was already being criticized, it was hard not to doubt her and the quality of her work.

She pursed her lips, sitting in front of her computer, thinking deeply.

The game she was playing on-screen had stopped moving, and she didn’t even know when it had been suspended.

The group was still discussing fervently.

The developers were the most vocal, cursing in the chat.

Song Ye: [The operations team leader should be thinking about the public relations response for tomorrow, not causing internal conflicts.

When there’s no evidence, one must be responsible for their words.]

Song Ye: [This matter will be dealt with in tomorrow’s meeting.

I will investigate and get to the bottom of it.]

At that moment, Song Ye spoke up, and the group fell silent.

Jiang Nanshu looked at Song Ye’s words, feeling a shift in her heart.

Did this mean that Song Ye believed in her?

She had no intention of continuing to play the game.

She got up, went to the kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.

She vaguely heard the elevator door open.

Song Ye was back?

The doorbell rang suddenly, and she jumped.

Since moving here, the doorbell hadn’t rung before.

She pursed her lips, put down her cup, and carefully walked to the door.

Just as she was about to tiptoe and look through the peephole, her phone buzzed.

She looked down.

S: [Come out for a moment.]

“…”
It was Song Ye.

Jiang Nanshu thought he wanted to talk about the blackmail and image leak.

She looked down at her pajamas, quickly typed: [Wait a moment.]

She hurried to her room, changed into a more presentable set of home clothes, threw on a white jacket, fixed her hair, and then walked to the door.

Song Ye had probably been waiting a while.

He was leaning against the wall lazily, wearing a black sweater, his jacket hanging on his arm, holding a paper bag.

He looked up at her, stood up straight, and handed her the bag.

Jiang Nanshu froze.

As she took it, she smelled a familiar scent Hong Kong-style late-night snacks.

She looked up at Song Ye in disbelief, her lips parted: “For… me?”

She had just talked to a former colleague that night, and they had sent her some pictures of their late-night snack.

Seeing those made her crave Hong Kong-style desserts and snacks.

But after she got back, she had tried ordering from some recommended delivery services, but they all turned out bad.

Maybe it was because she had been spoiled by the authentic Hong Kong tea restaurants in Shenzhen, but the food in Jiangcheng just didn’t taste the same.

“I was eating with a friend there, and I brought some back for you.”

Song Ye said