Chapter 54: Xiaojing: Something is wrong with me

As the start of the workday approached, more and more people began to arrive.

Colleagues were discussing various news, gossip, and interesting stories, just as they always did.

"Did you see *The First Slam Dunk* that was released a few days ago? If you haven't, go see it quickly. It's really good."

"Coach, I want to play basketball!"

"Stop with the memes. It's seriously great; it moved me to tears, especially those last ten seconds."

Beside him, Wang Yangyang patted his shoulder and said excitedly, "Tang Song, want to get a group together to go see it? That's our youth!"

Tang Song winked at him. "When it comes to movies, you obviously have to invite girls. What's the point of going with a big guy like you?"

"(ˉ▽￣～) Pfft~~" Wang Yangyang curled his lip. "As if you actually have girls to invite."

"You never know." Tang Song smiled, opened WeChat, and tapped on Zhao Yaqian's chat box.

He left a message: "Teacher Zhao, the May Day holiday is coming up soon. Do you want to go see a movie together?"

After sending the message, he waited for a while, but there was still no reply from his beautician friend.

Tang Song put down his phone and opened the company's internal OA system.

He filled out a resignation application and clicked submit.

He checked the approval process.

HR Specialist Liu Huihui, Director Chen Yunteng, HR Director Xu Lin, and Executive Vice President Jiang Weiguo.

Since the company's top leadership was in the workflow, it probably wouldn't be settled in a short amount of time.

He then began to seriously organize his handover documents.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a notification popped up in his corporate email.

[OA Reminder: "The resignation application you submitted on April 25, 2023, has been approved."]

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated.

[Tian Jing: "Song, your resignation has been approved. I've printed it out for you. Please come by to sign it."]

He stood up and walked toward the HR office.

*Knock, knock, knock—*

"Come in!"

Pushing open the frosted glass door, Tang Song directed a bright, spirited gaze toward Tian Jing.

Her outfit today was also very on point: long, straight black hair, a tight crew-neck T-shirt, and white wide-leg trousers. She looked clean and refreshing, yet possessed a "pure yet sultry" vibe.

Tian Jing stole a glance at Tang Song, and after seeing that his expression was relatively normal, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up a document, placed it on the edge of the desk, and said softly, "Just sign here. There are six documents in total. Oh, and I've already spoken to Huihui about your attendance; this month will be counted as full attendance."

Beside her, Liu Huihui smiled. "Our Supervisor Tian is truly beautiful and kind-hearted. She reminded me about your matter several times."

Tian Jing tapped the desk. "Huihui, watch your mouth, or I'll deduct your salary."

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare! I'm going to grab a coffee. You two enjoy your chat."

Tian Jing pulled a black ballpoint pen from the pen holder, handed it to Tang Song, and said sweetly, "Use this one."

"Thanks." Tang Song reached out to take it.

Their fingers brushed against each other.

Tian Jing's gaze inadvertently swept over his hand, and her eyes instantly widened.

*What beautiful hands!*

They were just like the hands of a male protagonist in a 2D manga—distinct knuckles, a slightly cool skin tone, and even the crescents on his fingernails were perfect!!

As a 2D hand enthusiast, she found it impossible to resist!

Her fingers exerted a slight pressure, her exquisite fingertips swaying up, down, left, and right.

*Scratch, scratch, scratch—* the sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper rang out.

Tian Jing subconsciously shifted her legs, her face flushing slightly; she felt something was very wrong with herself.

"Is this enough?" After signing all the agreements, Tang Song put down the pen and asked softly.

Tian Jing's eyes darted around evasively. She pulled out a blank sheet of paper and said, "Copy this paragraph at the bottom of the confirmation letter. I need to keep it for the records."

Tang Song was stunned. Was this part of the process?

Tian Jing stood up directly, looking a bit nervous. "Sit over here to write it."

"Alright." Tang Song didn't refuse; writing over a hundred words wasn't exactly easy.

As he sat on the soft, warm cushion, a faint fruity scent wafted into his nose.

He could vaguely smell the scent of pear and apple; the fragrance was very high-end, giving off a fresh, pleasant feeling. It smelled wonderful.

Tang Song took a deep breath, straightened the A4 paper, and wrote seriously: "I have terminated my labor relationship with Yancheng Jinxiu Trading Co., Ltd. (hereinafter referred to as the Company). At the same time..."

Beside him, Tian Jing took out her phone, opened the camera, and pressed the "sinful" shutter button aimed at Tang Song's hand.

A *click* sounded, exceptionally clear in the quiet office.

Tang Song looked up in surprise.

Tian Jing's hand shook, and she took several more rapid-fire shots. *Click, click, click.*

"Is it that serious? You need photos for the record?"

"Hehe, ah, you know this is my first time doing this, I'm afraid of making a mistake!" Tian Jing's face was red and hot, her eyes wandering everywhere.

Tang Song didn't dwell on it and quietly finished copying the remaining content.

Just as he took the resignation certificate and compensation agreement from Tian Jing and was about to leave, Du Shaokai pushed the door open and walked in.

He said cheerfully, "Yo, Old Song! Finished with your business? That was quick!"

After saying that, he gave him a triumphant wink and placed a beautifully packaged takeout on Tian Jing's desk.

"Supervisor Tian, afternoon tea is served! Try some; it's fresh fruit cuts from Pagoda, all your favorite fruits."

"Thank you," Tian Jing said somewhat absentmindedly. Her eyes wandered, occasionally sweeping over Tang Song's hanging hands.

Seeing Du Shaokai's attentive manner, Tang Song raised an eyebrow, leaned toward Tian Jing, and said, "By the way, Xiao Jing, the May Day holiday is coming up. Don't forget about our dinner plans."

Tian Jing's eyes flickered, her legs pressed tightly together, and she whispered, "Okay, we'll discuss the time and place later. It's mainly because I don't know what you want to eat."

"OK." Tang Song nodded, feeling that this company goddess was quite a good person—she kept her word and didn't make empty promises.

Before leaving, he patted Du Shaokai on the shoulder. "I'm off. Bye."

Du Shaokai's mouth twitched. "Xiao Jing, why are you eating with him?"

"We agreed on it before, I can't back out now," Tian Jing replied perfunctorily, her eyes fixed on her computer screen, though her gaze was somewhat unfocused.

*How can there be such perfect hands! I really want to touch them! Or be pinched by them!*

Du Shaokai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Tian Jing's state, he didn't dare speak.

Once Du Shaokai had left desolately.

Tian Jing quickly opened the "2D Beauty" group chat.

She messaged: "Ahhhhh! I saw a real manga hand today! It's super, super beautiful! I'm paralyzed! The skin, texture, knuckles, proportions—everything gets a perfect score! Perfection!"

[Sisi: "I don't believe you! Show proof immediately!"]

[Taku: "(Calm down), I think Xiao Jing is just shallow and hasn't seen truly beautiful hands. One of my seniors has hands that look like they were 3D modeled; every time I see him, I want to use them!"]

[Nanako: "@XiaoJing, any pictures? I want to see the pictures!"]

Licking her dry lips, Tian Jing opened a photo, cropped the area of the hands, and shared it to the group.

She messaged: "iPhone original camera, no beauty filters!"

As soon as the photo was sent, the group exploded.

"Go for it! I'm already under my covers!"

"What a magnificent pair of hands. I want to see them with my own eyes, touch them, lick them, rub against them!"

"Xiao Jing-chan, please introduce me to him! I beg you!"

...

With a flushed face, Tian Jing chatted about "spicy" topics with the group members for a while.

She couldn't help but open her photo album again to admire the photo she had taken, and suddenly, she felt a strong urge to go to the bathroom.

(End of Chapter)