They dawdled until after eight in the morning before finally leaving the hotel together.
"I'll take you to the company now. Being a little late won't be a problem, right?" Zhang Yang nodded at several managers greeting him as he looked at Wen Ting beside him.
"It's fine, it's fine. A little late doesn't matter." Wen Ting hurriedly waved her fair, slender hand. "Um, Mr. Zhang, this hotel... you..."
She asked in a hesitant, curious whisper.
"This? You tell me." Zhang Yang laughed.
Wen Ting's beautiful eyes widened slightly. Thinking of how respectfully those managers had treated him, an unbelievable thought flashed through her mind.
"So your business empire... is this vast!"
She exclaimed in amazement, yet it also felt only natural.
Someone who could casually spend over a hundred million to buy a luxury home in Peach Blossom Spring ought to have substantial businesses backing him.
Thinking back to last night, and this morning—the brief time she had spent with such a perfect dream man—
Wen Ting's gaze immediately turned misty.
Zhang Yang smiled, wrapped an arm around Wen Ting's slender waist, and led her out of the hotel lobby, preparing to drive her back.
He could have simply had the hotel send Wen Ting back in a courtesy car instead of making the trip himself. But he happened to have nothing to do at the moment, and Wen Ting had performed quite well. If he did not even personally see her off, it would feel a little too like pulling his pants up and turning cold.
There was no need to be like that.
A little after nine, at the Peach Blossom Spring sales office.
Zhang Yang stopped his car outside and let Wen Ting get out.
"Wen Ting, why are you only getting here at this