Chapter 2274 - 729: Prose Poem

In the night, the beams of car lights occasionally pierced through.

Snowflakes danced wildly in the light.

On the terrace of the loft, a brief silence fell, leaving only the sound of three people’s rapid heartbeats.

The woman under the street lamp cast her gaze through the storm, sweeping across their faces, before it settled precisely on Zhang Yan.

She nodded slightly in acknowledgment, and her austere face seemed to show a trace of extremely subtle smile.

Zhang Yan finally confirmed that she was Tang Song’s driver.

Lin Feifei and Cheng Xiaoyue swallowed hard.

As typical literary young women, they had watched countless movies, read countless novels.

But this scene before them—

The snowy night, the luxury car, the mysterious cold woman, and the specifically delivered gift.

Seemed more unreal and impactful than any fictional plot.

And thus, all this happened to their most ordinary friend Zhang Yan.

"Yanyan..." Cheng Xiaoyue’s voice trembled, "The lady downstairs... Is she, she here... to deliver something to you?"

"Yes."

Zhang Yan took a deep breath; the biting chill of the winter night failed to calm her.

Instead, it stirred greater waves in the sea already surging in her heart.

Tang Song...

He actually sent over the clothes just because I casually mentioned a link...

Even... he specially prepared medicine.

How can he be so kind to me?

From childhood to adulthood, Zhang Yan’s life was like a rootless duckweed.

Her parents’ divorce, a childhood spent living under others, moving countless times for a living...

She never had a truly stable home, always drifting, always striving to adapt to one new environment after another.

And among all the drifting, dark, and unclear years, Tang Song from her teenage years was a beacon in her life.

Now, she stood in the light, feeling the warmth and embrace of the light.

She felt she was the happiest person in the world.

"Please wait, I’ll be right down!" Zhang Yan called out to the female driver downstairs, quickly turning to go down, then suddenly paused, "Feifei, how do you unlock the door downstairs?"

"I’ll go down with you to open the door."

"Okay."

Cheng Xiaoyue, coming to her senses, immediately chimed in, "I’ll join you two downstairs."

Hurried footsteps sounded from the terrace, passing through the cozy loft, down the wooden stairs.

They swept by the flowers and plants on the first floor, emitting fragrance in the night.

Lin Feifei rushed to the door, took out the keys, and somewhat frantically opened the glass door of the flower shop.

"Whoosh—" The door opened, and cold wind rushed in.

Stepping onto the sidewalk outside the flower shop, their pace instinctively slowed.

Up close, the woman’s oppressive presence was even stronger.

She was really tall, wearing a black coat and boots, standing as straight as a spear.

Zhang Yan felt she was not like a driver at all, but more like a cool-skilled high-caliber female agent from a novel.

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei subconsciously shrank back behind her.

Zhang Yan summoned courage and took the initiative to speak: "Hello, I’m Zhang Yan."

"Hello, Miss Zhang." Her voice was as cold and efficient as on the phone, without any extra emotion, "I’m President Tang’s driver, Liu Jiayi."

Liu Jiayi took a few steps forward and handed over the shopping bag she was holding.

"These are the jackets President Tang prepared for your two friends, in two different sizes, one S, and one M."

She then handed over another slightly smaller paper bag: "In this bag, are the montmorillonite powder and warm patches I bought. President Tang instructed that since the weather is cold, you should stay warm, drink hot water, and avoid eating cold food."

Her dialogue was succinct and clear, showing extremely high professional efficiency.

"Ah... Okay..." Zhang Yan quickly took the bags, feeling a weight in her hands. She lifted her head, looking at the woman in front of her who was half a head taller and with a strong presence, stuttered: "Thank you for your hard work, for coming all this way in the snow... thank you!"

"It was my duty." Liu Jiayi nodded slightly, her voice clean and crisp.

Then, the scene fell into an awkward silence.

Snowflakes continued to fall softly.

Zhang Yan noticed that Liu Jiayi showed no signs of turning to leave, nor did she dare to just turn around and go back inside.

The two of them, one tall, one short, stood in the light of the snowy night, creating an odd standoff.

After a moment, Zhang Yan summoned courage again and softly said: "It’s too cold outside, and it’s snowing, you, you can head back now, drive slowly."

Liu Jiayi shook her head, her gaze calmly sweeping over the two friends behind her who were peeking, faces blank.

"President Tang instructed." She still maintained that official tone, "Wait for your two friends to try the jackets, if they don’t fit, I’ll immediately arrange to swap the sizes."

Cheng Xiaoyue and Lin Feifei’s eyes widened, their minds buzzing.

From Liu Jiayi’s few straightforward words, they instantly grasped the key information.

My goodness!

Just because the two of us joked around in the attic, tried on Yanyan’s jacket, and casually mentioned wanting a link...

Yanyan’s mysterious "gentleman" really sent someone, driving that Rolls-Royce Phantom worth millions, braving the snowstorm, to deliver the jackets in different sizes?

Even... if they don’t fit, they can be swapped immediately?!

What kind of outrageous plot is this that appears only in domineering CEO novels?