Meet the Brand Officer

A dark night, full of silence.

The flames danced, reflecting their faces, and filled with dark and unclear emotions.

Lin Xiyou's gaze was fixed on the burning wood pile, and she smiled and recalled slowly, every detail since they met.

"Thank you. When I was rejected in the interview and the heel broke, I just dropped my slippers. It brought warmth to me who was helpless, and gave me the courage to stay."

"Thank you for teaching me how to adapt to the workplace, market research, and analysis reports when I was depressed and lost courage, and taught me how to be a mushroom that survived the dark period and found my own position and value."

"Thank you for always lending a helping hand in time when I encounter difficulties in work and life, and accompanying me through one difficulty after another."

"Everything, Song Ziyuan, thank you."

Song Ziyuan's eyes remained on her quiet side face all the time, he closed his chapped and pale lips, his eyes were moist, and his throat was choked.

After a long time, he suppressed his hoarse voice, and said suddenly: "You know, what I want is not thanks."

Lin Xiyou turned her face sideways, raised her eyes and swallowed back the tears that were about to overflow her eyes. She was silent for a moment before slowly answering: "But all I can give is thanks, Mr. Song."

President Song.

What a polite and distant title.

Get rid of all the possible relationships between them and make it clear.

So she is no longer willing to forgive him?
She cared that he concealed his identity and left traces of deception.

Even if it's just a small lie, don't you leave any room for compensation?
Song Ziyuan's heart was twisted like a knife, and he stubbornly looked at Lin Xiyou's back, hoping that she would look back at him.

But after all, there was nothing.

Tears gathered little by little in his reddened eye sockets and circled around until the thin air could no longer bear the weight of tears.
A line of clear tears finally slipped quietly from the corner of his eyes.
"If this is your final decision, then" he choked up, stopped his voice several times, and forced himself to say: "I respect, your choice."

Lin Xiyou, who was sitting with her back facing her, had already covered her face with silent tears. She endured it again and again, and said with a forced smile, "Yeah."

"Then Mr. Song, I hope you and I will have a happy cooperation and work together on the Foggy Valley project." She smiled with a strong nasal voice, trying to break the oppressive heavy atmosphere.

Song Ziyuan confided with difficulty: "Okay."

When they fell into endless silence again, they suddenly heard a faint call from a distance, which seemed to be looking for them.

Lin Xiyou stood up excitedly, held up a torch, and quickly ran to the door, shouting in response, and was finally discovered by Bai Rui and Qiu Le.

With Qiu Lezai who was familiar with the terrain, they quickly returned to Lezai B&B.

Song Ziyuan was caught in the rain and cold, and fell into a coma with a high fever. That night, Wei Ba sent him to the emergency department of the county hospital. After receiving intravenous drips all night, the fever barely subsided, but he was weak and weak.

He lay quietly on the hospital bed, with a depressed expression and empty eyes, staring at the ceiling for a long time, neither speaking nor eating or drinking.

Wei Ba was so anxious that he tried to persuade him for a long time, but Song Ziyuan didn't respond at all.

As a last resort, he moved out of Lin Xiyou and was about to call her when Song Ziyuan snatched the phone.

"Don't bother her."

Wei Ba was puzzled, and persuaded him, "You are sick, and this is a great opportunity to play tricks! If you don't show weakness now, when will you wait?"

Song Ziyuan shook his head feebly, "She's so smart, she can only treat her wholeheartedly. These little tricks won't make it to the stage, and will only make her hate me even more."

"Then you just give up like that? This is not your style! We must persevere and move forward." Wei Ba heartbrokenly cheered, wanting to rekindle Song Ziyuan's fighting spirit.

Song Ziyuan was absent-minded for a long time before revealing a bleak self-mockery.

"She is not a person who gives up lightly, but she chooses to give up." There is endless sadness in his voice, intertwined with annoyance and regret.

"Boss" Wei Ba wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't speak.

"She's fine, why should I be?" Song Ziyuan sat up suddenly, pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, put on his clothes and went out.

"Boss, where are you going? The doctor told you to rest for two days and need an infusion!"

"The Foggy Valley project construction plan discussion meeting will start in half an hour, don't delay the process."

Wei Ba curled his lips, obviously he could have a video conference, so he probably wanted to meet someone secretly
He couldn't resist, so he drove Song Ziyuan back to attend the meeting.

By the time they arrived at the makeshift project command center, everyone else was already there.

As soon as Song Ziyuan entered the door, the cold aura around him was shocking.

He went straight to the empty main seat, glanced at the crowd, and went straight to the point: "Let's have a meeting."

Wei Ba had roughly reported the situation last night to him. Qiu Le agreed to sell the land, and was willing to stand in the familiar angle of Foggy Valley to help make suggestions, which would save their team a lot of detours.

But Qiu Le has two additional conditions. One is to keep his Le Zai B&B, and he is willing to participate in the renovation.

The second is to become the resident representative of the local villagers in Wugu Valley, who has the right to supervise and advise on the Wugu project in the future. The direction of supervision focuses on environmental and ecological protection, which also coincides with their original intention and needs.

Song Ziyuan directly agreed and quickly signed the agreement.

"The acquisition process has been successfully concluded. Here, we would like to thank Consultant Lin in particular." Song Ziyuan looked forward and applauded with both hands outstretched.

The gleaming white infusion sticker on the back of his hand pierced into Lin Xiyou's eyes.

Last night, she wanted to give Wei Ba a band-aid and cold medicine, but when she went there, she found out that he was so serious that he was unconscious and hospitalized.

She struggled all night, but in the end she became ruthless and couldn't help herself.

Lin Xiyou couldn't help raising her eyes to look at him quietly, but overnight, he lost a lot of weight.

There was no blood on the pale lips, the warmth in the deep eyes, and even the tone of the sun when he spoke.

She felt pain in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it, so she forced a faint smile, "Mr. Song is over the top."

The friendly exchange between two people, in the eyes of others, became extraordinarily strange.

Everyone speculated that this was completely different from the state on the way when they came here. All of a sudden, even the atmosphere in the entire conference room became weird.

Wang Yan was the first to hold back, and quietly slapped Zhou Bei on his right, "What's going on with them?"

"I don't know, yesterday was fine." Zhou Bei was whispering, but Song Ziyuan called him coldly.

"Zhou Bei, tell me your opinion?"

"Ah?" Zhou Bei looked up blankly, and hurriedly asked Lin Xiyou on the right for help, "What did he just say?"

Lin Xiyou was also taken aback, she was so worried about his health just now, she didn't listen to the rest of the words.
Before she could react, she heard Song Ziyuan's voice directly in front of her, faintly saying, "Consultant Lin, how about you?"