Half a year had passed by, days falling orderly into a routine.
She wholeheartedly managed her flower shop, while he continued his extravagant lifestyle; their marriage in name only was sustained by a thin piece of paper.
In a department store, a line of men in suits walked out.
"President Tang, today's schedule has concluded. Should we head back to the hotel?"
Tang Shaosheng glanced at a counter below and said, "You guys go ahead," then pointed at one of the female PRs in the group, "You stay."
The female PR smiled secretly, standing next to Tang Shaosheng.
Tang Shaosheng then instructed his assistant, "Book a ticket for tonight's flight back home."
"Tonight? President Tang, you have an appointment with Mr. Minglang tomorrow morning."
"Postpone it to noon."
The assistant hesitated, then nodded, "Uh... yes."
"You may all go now."
Tang Shaosheng took the female PR, riding the escalator downwards.
