We Are Meant To Be

James Feng walked into the office, closely followed by Christy Zhong. Ming Xiang was cleaning up the table there.

Should she be scolded because of this? Why all this fuss? She would eventually clear the table.

She took two quick steps forward and said hastily, "Special assistant Xiang, leave it to me!" Her embarrassment showed itself in her look.

"Never mind. Please check out those papers," Ming said carelessly.

Christy's heart jolted when she heard this. Had anything happened?

Well, now that Ming mentioned it. There must be something wrong. Christy went over and picked up the papers. It was from Zhangdong Feng.

What did he mean? That was weird. Christy opened the papers suspiciously and then breathed a sigh of relief. He just wanted to set down the schedule. Christy handed Ming the papers and said softly, "Come and have a look! He may be worried that we can't get the email."

It was beyond her comprehension why he used such unconventional behaviour.

James looked pale. "How can he guaranty the limitation?" said he coldly.

Whoever was present understood this. But what else could they do? It was Zhangdong Feng who selected this method.

She ducked her head and stood silent. Anyway, that was out of her control. In any case, she could only asked him when they met next time.

"I am sorry, Master Feng. I really have no idea why he did this." Christy said apologetically. And she thought that she couldn't tell Yuchan Gui about this.

James and Ming exchanged astonished glances. Both of them were silent for a while, and had no idea what to say.

"I'll tidy up the table," said Christy hurriedly. She desperately needed something to occupy her in such an awkward situation.

Christy put the papers on the tea table and did some cleaning. Originally, she had intended to let James have a rest. But both of them sacrificed their lunch break to work.

Since it was their choice, Christy said nothing any more. She picked up the papers, sat down to open it. There was nothing special. She really didn't understand why Zhangdong did this.

But she found a thin strip of paper when she got to the end. She took it out and looked carefully, a child was in it.

Somehow, her heart was pounding with a beat that shocked her because she could not control it. How could it be possible? What should she do? But Zhangdong and James were brothers, what did he want from her?

There was distraction in the thought. Christy must try to find ways to work out what was happening.

There was only one person who could help her, that was Wen. So Christy sent messages to her, "My dearest, emergency, reply as soon as possible." She couldn't even take full account of Wen's busy work. Wen was following a famous character when she received the message. She told everybody else to keep an eye on him and texted Christy back, "Find a quiet place and call me."

Wen knew that Christy must have some urgent business.

That was great. Christy went out of the office quietly and walked into the nearby conference room. At the moment, Christy had to stay alert. Hedges had eyes, and walls had ears. So she examined the next room, closed the conference room door and then began making phone calls.

Wen picked up the phone immediately and asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you okay?" In general, Christy won't be in such a hurry, she must have some problems.

Christy told Wen the whole story. The picture was fuzzy. She really didn't know what on earth did he mean. She felt very worried, "He can't really be the insider. What do you say?" asked Christy, trembling with shock.

How could Wen possibly know? She also felt herself becoming tense. If some one knew the actual situation, a DNA test could bring truth to light.

"Don't panic. I will check up on him. But he has a wife, the child may not be his." Of course, Wen was just saying this to make Christy feel better. After all, she had too much stress.

Good friends should care about and encourage each other. A good suggestion might make her release pressure.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But I'm very nervous both physically and mentally. I am afraid to face them," said Christy. It was her truly feeling.

One must calm down at this essential moment. So Wen had to comfort her, "We don't even know what all they're up to. If you are afraid of your own shadow, you will expose yourself to James and the others. So hang up the phone, take a deep breath to calm yourself down."

The method Wen spoke of was what they often used. If there was something beyond their power to solve, they used this method to keep a quiet heart.

Only if you calmed yourself down would you be able to cheer up and make the best choice.

"Alright. But there is one more thing to be discussed," said Christy thoughtfully.