Late that night, Sun Binghe lifted his head from his desk.
Half a month had passed since Chu Yilan and Shen Lian's wedding. He had been made to drink so much that day that he had no memory of how he got home, but the enormous bonus he received afterward had made Assistant Sun very happy.
He glanced outside. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the neat rows of workstations stood empty, some barely visible in the dimness. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unusually clear. By day, Hengtai Building was the envy of everyone, a place people would fight tooth and nail to get into. At night, in the silence, it felt exceptionally vast and empty.
Sun Binghe had long since grown used to that loneliness.
With practiced ease, he saved the files, password-protected them, and shut down his computer. Only when he rose from his chair did the fatigue finally catch up with him.
Sun Binghe closed his eyes out of habit, but even then, he did not rest. He went over the entire schedule and workload for the day after tomorrow in his head.
Knock, knock, knock-
Someone was knocking at the door.
Sun Binghe thought it was a security guard making his rounds, but when he turned, he saw Yang Bin standing outside in a gray trench coat. Catching his eye, Yang Bin smiled and waved.
Sun Binghe's eyes lit up.
He reached the door in a few quick strides and opened it, immediately asking, "When did you get back?"
"Thirty minutes ago." Yang Bin held a cup of hot coffee, Sun Binghe's favorite, and handed it to him. "I came straight here after the plane landed."
"You're heading home this late?" Sun Binghe loved this shop's hand-ground coffee. He opened it at once and took a