flstandardbreds Chapter 303 Where does the topic of feelings even begin?
Chapter 303 Where does the topic of feelings even begin?
Qiao Luo agreed, and after dropping Lu Tingnian off at his booked hotel, she said to him, "Go in by yourself, I have to go now."
As she was about to turn around, she remembered something and turned back to him, saying, "This is the key to this car. I've been driving it for so long, so there might be some depreciation costs, but don't worry, I'll compensate you later."
As she spoke, she handed over the set of car keys.
Lu Tingnian did not reach out to take it, but stared into her eyes with an extremely cold gaze.
"Qiao Luo, do you have to be so clear about the distinction?"
“Lu Tingnian, I know you have money. This car may be nothing to you, but it’s an astronomical sum to me. Now that we’ve broken up, we should separate clearly and not have any more financial entanglements. Also, regarding the help you gave me before, although I can’t repay you with the same amount of help right now, don’t worry, I will do my best to help you in the future if you need anything.”
This might be the only thing she owed Lu Tingnian.
After all, compared to these things with clearly marked prices, the kindness she had received could never be repaid.
But what can she do?
After all, compared to him, she was insignificant.
Hearing her say that, Lu Tingnian was furious. If it weren't for the fact that they were in a public place, he would have spanked her.
"Very well, since you want to settle things clearly with me, then first settle all the feelings I've given you during this time. If you can't, then don't bring them up with me."
After Lu Tingnian finished speaking, he handed the suitcase to the doorman without giving her a chance to reply, and then turned and went inside.
By the time Qiao Luo realized what was happening and chased after him, he had already entered the hotel elevator, and the elevator doors slowly closed in front of her.
She felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Everything else was easy to talk about; they had form and substance, and even if they were valuable, they could be roughly valued. But what about feelings?
It is neither something that can be weighed or measured, nor does it have a measurable value as a reference.
How is she going to pay it back?
Qiao Luo didn't know, she had been thinking about it all the way but still couldn't figure it out.
It wasn't until the car stopped in front of the magazine office that she stopped thinking about the phone call she had received earlier, and walked inside.
However, I found something strange about the magazine office today. It was almost time to start work, but I couldn't see a single person. Moreover, the lights weren't on, and it was pitch black everywhere.
Was everyone late?
But what about that phone call before? Didn't they say they were waiting for her to come to the meeting?
Just as Qiao Luo was feeling puzzled, the lights above her head suddenly turned on, and before she could see clearly, she heard a series of "bang bang bang" sounds of fireworks.
Qiao Luo was startled. When she came to her senses, she realized that her colleagues had appeared in front of her, each of them holding a gift.
Flowers, plush toys, cakes, or other things...
In short, no one's hands were empty.
"Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome."
"Editor Qiao, Editor Qiao, Editor Qiao, the most beautiful Editor Qiao."
They called out Qiao Luo's name in unison, expressing their excitement, and presented all the gifts to her.
"Congratulations to Editor Qiao for once again dominating the front page of the media, bringing renewed fame to our magazine."
At that moment, a colleague was the first to raise flowers and say something to her.
"Thanks to Editor Qiao for setting things right and eliminating a menace for our department."
Another colleague then handed over a plush toy from his hand.
"Editor Qiao, this is my favorite book. Today I'm giving this book to Editor Qiao to thank him for standing up for us."
As one colleague presented their favorite book, the others joined in.
"That's right, that's right. Thank you, Editor Qiao, for standing up for us and restoring our announcement."
Looking at the enthusiastic faces filled with admiration and gratitude in front of her, Qiao Luo was deeply moved. She hadn't expected to see such a scene at the magazine office, and was feeling somewhat at a loss.
Editor-in-Chief Tang walked over and slowly stopped in front of her.
"Qiao Luo, you are the pride of our magazine,"
Editor-in-Chief Tang gave her a big hug as he spoke.
Qiao Luo didn't know what to say; she was extremely excited.
After all, the company hadn't been this lively in a long time, especially since she had just noticed that many of these people were from other departments.
Each of them had a genuine smile on their face, which reached their eyes.
What kind of favoritism was this? How could she not be moved?
Although she felt she hadn't done anything.
"Thank you, Editor-in-Chief Tang, and thank you everyone."
It took Qiao Luo a while to calm herself down.
"Luo Luo, come and cut the cake!"
At this moment, Bai Ge pushed a cake cart over. The cake was three tiers high and decorated with many bookmark-like candies, making it very beautiful and innovative.
"Wait, there's also this."