Li Xiang announced the meeting was over but asked Zhao Xueqing to stay behind.
Yao Yao walked out of the office and couldn't help but glance back. 'Why is Brother Xiang keeping Zhao Green Tea behind?' A wave of jealousy washed over her, but she didn't feel it was her place to ask.
"Brother Xiang, why did you ask me to stay?" The late afternoon sun streamed through the conference room's blinds, slicing golden stripes across the long, solid wood table. The jadeite pendants on Zhao Xueqing's earlobes trembled with each breath, refracting the patches of light into an iridescent shimmer like a peacock's feather.
Li Xiang gestured with a warm smile. "Xueqing, come sit over here."
Looking shy and demure, Zhao Xueqing sat down with graceful posture right next to Li Xiang. She was so nervous that the tips of her hair inadvertently brushed against his wrist, carrying a faint scent of cedar and lily of the valley.
