Xie Qikan's driving skills were absolutely impressive. Navigating through the rush hour traffic after work, the car maneuvered with incredible agility, as if reflecting Xie Qikan's impatience and eagerness.
Lately, the always workaholic Xie Qikan had been cutting back on overtime. Even when certain tasks needed to be completed that day, he would rather bring them home. It seemed that, in that home where Yuan Xiaoxiao was, even if they didn't talk, merely breathing in the air tinged with each other's faint fragrance brought him a sense of peace.
As for social events, unless he absolutely had to be there, he left them to his secretary or pulled some strings—with a mix of firm pressure and playful excuses, sometimes even managing to rope his brother Xie Qiyan into attending on his behalf. Most of the time, barring special circumstances, he was at home.
