A busy day passed quickly.
Just before getting off work, Jiang Fuyue handed over the completed auxiliary program to Old Jin and Ding Yu, and incidentally received an angry glare from Old Bai.
Clutching his chest, he said, “I’m no longer your one and only baby, am I?”
Jiang Fuyue: “?”
Xie Dingyuan’s chilly gaze swept over. “Speak properly.”
“…Oh.” Old Bai left, looking utterly deflated.
After Old Jin and Ding Yu ran the trial of the program and found that the speed had increased by at least three times, they beamed with joy. As they were leaving, they even said they owed Jiang Fuyue a meal.
Liu Guan said, “Why another day? Let’s do it today — and make up for the meal you still owe me.”
Old Jin waved his hand boldly: “No problem! Let’s go!”
But Jiang Fuyue shook her head. “You guys go. I still have a bit to finish here.”
“No way?” Old Jin was the first to express disbelief.
They all knew Jiang Fuyue’s speed — she was always way faster than them.
“Let me see…” Ding Yu leaned over to look at her screen.
“Isn’t this decomposition optimization supposed to be tomorrow’s task?”
“Yeah. I want to take a leave tomorrow, so I’m finishing it ahead of time.”
“But the frontend data isn’t out yet, how can you…” How can you work without it?
Jiang Fuyue explained, “Based on predictions, I set up N+1 optimization processes. When the data comes in, it will automatically enter the algorithm for screening. If there are N sets of data, at least one process among the N+1 will meet the optimization criteria. The program will then complete the update automatically.”
Old Jin clicked his tongue — using algorithms to screen and letting the program control itself, completely removing manual interference. Awesome!
Ding Yu stared at the dense rows of numbers on the screen until his eyes went blurry.
Meanwhile, Xie Dingyuan listened carefully, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Since Jiang Fuyue wasn’t going, Liu Guan dragged Old Jin instead.
“Fine, fine, I’ll treat you today and treat Little Jiang another day.” Then he turned to ask Xie Dingyuan, “Professor, you coming too?”
“No, you guys go.”
After the three left, the spacious lab only had Jiang Fuyue and Xie Dingyuan remaining.
“I still need about… two hours. You can leave first if you want.”
The man pulled over a chair and sat down, asking, “You’re taking leave tomorrow?”
“Is that okay?”
“You’ve finished your tasks early. Why wouldn’t it be?”
Jiang Fuyue smiled, “Thanks, boss.”
“I’m not your boss…”
“Hmm?”
Xie Dingyuan waved his hand. “Need any help?”
Actually, she did.
Jiang Fuyue pointed at a stack of analysis reports beside her. “The data’s out, but the summary isn’t done yet. Maybe you could…”
The hint couldn’t be more obvious.
The man chuckled helplessly and pulled out a pen, uncapping it. “From which page?”
“Page 8.”
Jiang Fuyue watched his focused profile. The sunset spilled through the window, casting a slanted glow across his forehead, making each lash distinct and his pupils shine like glass.
The metal pen rested in his slender, jointed fingers, and as the nib skimmed across the paper, it made a soft rustling sound.
Suddenly, the man turned to glance at her.
Jiang Fuyue froze for a moment, then smiled, neither dodging nor shying away.
“What is it?” he asked, a flicker of confusion growing in his eyes, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.
“You’re using a fountain pen?”
“Yeah.”
“Not many people use those anymore.”
“A fountain pen feels weightier in the hand.”
Jiang Fuyue shifted her gaze to his writing — bold and forceful strokes, pressing deep into the paper.
Just like the man himself — meticulous, upright, and proper.
Suddenly, Xie Dingyuan asked, “Want to try it?”
“Huh?”
He handed the pen over. “Hold it, it feels quite different.”
Jiang Fuyue reached out to take it, and as their fingertips brushed, a subtle shiver spread through her.
Xie Dingyuan’s heart rate spiked, his breathing momentarily stalled.
Jiang Fuyue’s eyes flickered slightly.
As he said, the fountain pen felt notably weighty in the hand, and the body of the pen, once cold, was now faintly warm from his touch.
“Try writing something.”
Jiang Fuyue pulled over a piece of paper and wrote the character for “moon” (yue).
“Hold it a bit higher.”
“Like this?” Jiang Fuyue asked.
“Too high.”
“This?”
“Too low.”
Jiang Fuyue twitched the corner of her mouth. “There’s even a technique for holding a pen?”
In her past life, she had practiced calligraphy too, coached by Ye Qianji. She knew that writing with a brush had more requirements, but with a hard-tipped pen, as long as it looked good, who cared about how you held it?
“Of course. If you hold it too high, it’s hard to apply pressure. Too low, and it limits your field of vision and ruins the overall form.” As he spoke, Xie Dingyuan moved behind her.
He took the pen from her hand, gripped it at the proper position, and handed it back, gesturing for her to take it.
Jiang Fuyue reached out and took it, but her posture was a bit stiff.
The next second, warmth enveloped her as his hand wrapped around hers. “Like this… then lower the tip…”
His breath brushed against her ear, and the faint scent of pine wood surrounded her — his scent.
Jiang Fuyue’s lashes trembled slightly, and before her eyes, a “Yuan” character appeared, standing side by side with her earlier “yue”
“See clearly now?” The man’s tone was calm, but if Jiang Fuyue turned to look, she would see the restless intensity in his eyes, and the faint blush that had spread from his ears all the way down his neck…
Cute! 💕
Question! It’s been forever and I can’t recall. Did it say that her ex betrayed her in the past life?
I’m curious what will happen when she meets him.