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Chapter 55: Chapter 54 Jing: Something is very wrong with me Chapter 55: Chapter 54 Jing: Something is very wrong with me As the start of the workday approached, more and more people arrived.

Colleagues discussed various news, gossip, and amusing incidents as usual.

“Have you watched Slam Dunk that came out a few days ago? If you haven’t, hurry up and go. It’s really good.”

“Coach, I want to play basketball!”

“Stop joking. It’s really good. It brought me to tears, especially the last ten seconds.”

Wang Chaoyang patted his shoulder excitedly and said, “Tang Song, how about we group up and watch it? That’s our youth!”

Tang Song blinked at him, “Going to movies is of course something to do with girls. What’s the point in going with a big guy like you?”

“(ˉ▽￣～) Cut~~” Wang Chaoyang pursed his lips, “You talk as if you’ve got girls to ask out.”

“Well, you never know.” Tang Song smiled, opened WeChat, and clicked on Zhao Yaqian’s chat.

He messaged, “Teacher Zhao, the May Day holiday is coming up. How about watching a movie together?”

After sending the message, he waited for a while but still didn’t see a reply from his beautician friend.

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

He filled out the resignation application and clicked submit.

He glanced at the approval process.

HR specialist Liu Huihui, Supervisor Chen Yunteng, HR Director Xu Lin, Executive Vice President Jiang Weiguo.

With company leaders involved in the process, it probably wouldn’t be settled any time soon.

Then he started to sort out the handover documents with earnest.

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

[OA Reminder: “Your resignation application submitted on April 25, 2023, has been approved.”]

A few minutes later, his phone vibrated.

[Tian Jing: “Song, your resignation application has been approved. I’ve printed it out for you. Please come over and sign it.”]

He got up and walked towards the HR office.

“Knock knock knock—”

“Come in!”

He pushed open the frosted glass door and directed his bright gaze at Tian Jing.

Her outfit was also very on point today, with long straight black hair, a tight round-neck T-shirt, and white wide-leg pants. She looked clean, refreshing, and simultaneously pure and alluring.

Tian Jing stealthily sized up Tang Song, and after seeing his expression was fairly normal, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She picked up a document and placed it on the desk, whispering softly, “Just sign here. There are a total of six documents. Oh, and I’ve already spoken to Huihui about your attendance for this month; you’ll be counted as having full attendance.”

Liu Huihui beside her said with a smile, “Our Supervisor Tian is not only beautiful but also kind-hearted. She reminded me several times about your matter.”

Tian Jing knocked on the desk, “Huihui, be serious, or else I’ll deduct your salary.”

“I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare. I’m going to make a cup of coffee; you two chat slowly.”

Tian Jing pulled out a black signature pen from the pen holder and handed it over to Tang Song, saying sweetly, “Use this one.”

“Thank you.” Tang Song reached out and took it.

Their fingers touched.

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

What lovely hands!

They were like the hands of a male protagonist in a second dimension manga, with well-defined knuckles, skin slightly tinged with coolness, and even the crescents on his fingernails were so perfect!!

As someone obsessed with hands from the second dimension, she couldn’t resist at all!

Her fingers exerted a slight pressure, and the finely crafted fingertips swung up and down, left and right.

“Shasha sha—” The sound of the pen tip scratching the paper arose.

Tian Jing subconsciously moved her legs and felt her face getting warm, realizing she was behaving oddly.

“Is this everything?” Tang Song asked quietly after signing all the agreements, putting the pen down.

Tian Jing’s gaze flickered as she pulled out another piece of paper and said, “Copy the paragraph below the confirmation letter. I need to keep a record.”

Tang Song was stunned. Is there such a procedure?

Tian Jing stood up directly, slightly nervous, “You can sit here and write.”

“Sure.” Tang Song didn’t refuse either, as writing more than a hundred characters was no simple task.

Sitting on the soft and warm cushion, a faint fruity fragrance of perfume wafted into his nostrils.

He could vaguely smell the scent of pears, apples, very high-end, with a fresh vibe, very pleasant.

Tang Song took a deep breath, straightened the A4 paper, and wrote seriously, “I have terminated my labor relationship with Yan City Jinxiu Commerce Co., Ltd. (hereafter referred to as the company). Meanwhile…”

Tian Jing took out her phone, opened the camera, and pressed the sinful shutter button targeting Tang Song’s hand.

The “click” was especially clear in the quiet office.

Tang Song looked up in surprise.

Tian Jing’s hand trembled, and she “click click click” took several more photos in a row.

“Is it so serious that you need to take photos as a record?”

“Hehe, ah, you know this is my first time doing this; I’m afraid of making a mistake!” Tian Jing’s face was both red and hot, her gaze darting around.

Tang Song didn’t dwell on it and quietly finished copying the rest.

After receiving the resignation certificate and compensation agreement from Tian Jing and just about to leave, Du Shaokai pushed the door and came in.

He chuckled, “Hey, Song! Are you done with your business? Pretty efficient, huh?”

After that, he winked at him smugly and placed a beautifully packaged takeout on Tian Jing’s desk.

“Supervisor Tian, your afternoon tea delivery is here! Try it, Bai Guo Yuan’s fresh fruit cuts, all your favorite fruits.”

“Thank you,” Tian Jing said somewhat absently, thanks, her gaze aimlessly wandering, occasionally drifting over Tang Song’s hanging hands.

Seeing Du Shaokai’s attentive behavior, Tang Song raised his eyebrows, leaned towards Tian Jing, and said, “By the way, Jing, the May Day holiday is coming up soon, don’t forget about our dinner plan.”

Tian Jing’s eyes twinkled, she pressed her legs tightly together, and whispered, “Sure, we’ll discuss the time and place later. Mainly, I don’t know what you’d like to eat.”

“OK.” Tang Song nodded, feeling that this company goddess was really nice, keeping her word and not making false promises.

Before leaving, he patted Du Shaokai on the shoulder casually, “I’m off, bye.”

Du Shaokai’s mouth twitched, “Jing, why are you going to have dinner with him?”

“It was arranged before. I can’t just back out,” Tian Jing responded perfunctorily, her eyes fixed on the computer screen, but her gaze was somewhat scattered.

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

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

After Du Shaokai left with a sense of dejection,

Tian Jing hurriedly opened the “Beautiful in the Second Dimension” group chat.

She commented, “Ahhh! Today I saw a pair of real manga hands, super super beautiful! I’m totally numb! The skin, muscle texture, joints, proportions, all perfect! Absolutely perfect!”

[Sisi: “I don’t believe it! Hurry up and show proof!”]

[Tagu: “Calm down (calm down), I think Jing has shallow eyes and hasn’t seen truly good-looking hands. I have a senior who has model hands; every time I see him, I want to make use of them!”]

[Nanako: “@Jing, do you have pictures? I want to see!”]

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

She commented, “iPhone original camera, no beautifying at all!”

As soon as the photo was sent out, the chat group erupted.

“Charge! I’m already diving into bed!”

“Such a magnificent pair of hands, I want to see them with my own eyes, touch them, lick them, rub against them!”

“Jing-chan, please do introduce me! I beg you!”

…

Tian Jing chatted for a while with her friends in the group about exciting topics, her face flushed red.

Unable to resist, she opened the photo album again, admiring the photos she had taken, and suddenly felt the urge to visit the restroom.