Chapter 68: Bringing You Home

"Um..." She slowly lifted the drink in her hand and offered it to him.
"For you."
The cautious yet utterly sincere look in her eyes startled Ron.
Almost by instinct, he reached out and took the drink she handed him. Glancing down, he saw the label: lemon black tea. Suddenly, understanding dawned.
This little girl must have seen him wanting black tea earlier, only to be refused by his secretary, and worried he might feel upset. So she brought him a lemon black tea drink.
"Having a disciple really is the best," Ron thought, gazing into Lin Nanxun’s pure, unblemished eyes, a sudden wave of emotion rising in his heart.
Perhaps only a sensitive, thoughtful girl like her would pay attention to such details that others usually overlook.
Truly, you can’t rely on subordinates—his little apprentice was the only one who understood him!
Hearing his words, a smile blossomed on Lin Nanxun’s face.
All the snacks had been shared with her, and her desk was almost overflowing with treats.
"Let me try if it’s good," Ron said cheerfully, tearing open the straw, inserting it into the lemon black tea, and taking a sip.
The sour and astringent taste made him doubt his life choices for a moment. He was just about to frown and complain, when he caught sight of the hopeful expression on the girl’s face.
"Is it good?" Seeing him drink, Lin Nanxun couldn’t help but ask softly.

Ron’s expression froze. He had intended to be honest, but faced with her expectant gaze, the words caught in his throat.
If he said her drink tasted bad, she would surely feel hurt.
Ron was not a particularly attentive man, but confronted with Lin Nanxun’s cautious look, even in her eyes, he found himself reconsidering.
After a few seconds, Ron’s face lit up in surprise, and he nodded fervently.
"Yes... it’s delicious, absolutely wonderful."
Seeing his delighted expression, Lin Nanxun did not doubt for a moment that the drink was truly delicious.
She was pleased as well, hurrying back to her desk to pick up the last remaining bottle of lemon black tea. She had planned to open it and have a taste herself, but suddenly thinking better of it, she paused and instead carefully tucked the tiny box of lemon black tea into the pocket of her down jacket.
There was only one bottle left of something this tasty—she couldn’t bear to drink it. She wanted to take it home for the "bad guy" to try.
He’d probably be happy, wouldn’t he?
At the thought, a gentle smile appeared on Lin Nanxun’s face.
Ron, meanwhile, had no idea what she intended, nor did he ask. Instead, he took a deep breath, came up with a random excuse, and prepared to slip away to secretly dispose of the dreadful drink.
"I’m going to see if their design drafts are ready," he said abruptly.
With that, Ron hurried out, clutching the box of truly awful lemon tea.

...
Afternoon.
Under a gloomy sky, a light rain began to fall.
Having finished a day’s work, Shen Hanzhi sat in his car, which was heading toward Ron’s studio.
Soon, the car pulled up outside the studio building, just as the workday was ending.
Shen Hanzhi took out his phone and dialed Lin Nanxun’s number.
The call was picked up after two rings.
"Bad guy." Her soft, happy voice came through the phone.
By now, Shen Hanzhi was used to the nickname she had given him.
"Come down. I’ll take you home," he said in his deep voice, watching the fine raindrops tapping against the window.