Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Ji Chen lowered his head and stood in the office. He saw Si Zhengting walking over. He said, “Sir, I’ve already checked. The design team had guessed that Madam was offered a position in the company because of her privileged status. Zhang Chaowen is also afraid that Madam would replace him, and thus, he has been using all means to belittle her.”
Si Zhengting did not look at him and walked straight to the sofa. He was silent. Ji Chen did not even dare to breathe loudly for fear of breaking the silence.
Mr. Si was like a male lion who was close to raging – it was as if he was going to explode at any moment!
After a while, he narrowed his eyes and coldly asked, “How long has this been going on?”
Zhuang Nainai had been working in the company for two weeks already, so…
Ji Chen lowered his head. He felt his scalp becoming numb, but he was unable to lie. “From the first day that Madam has started working in the company.”
He handed a document over to Si Zhengting. “This was what he ordered Madam to do.”
Si Zhengting accepted the document, head lowered. He read it line by line, and with every line, his expression got darker and darker, until…
Bam!
Si Zhengting threw the document onto the tea table!
“Ji Chen.” Si Zhengting’s gaze was icy. “How long have you been working for me?”
Ji Chen shivered. “Five years.”
Si Zhengting stared at him detachedly. “Then you know the extent of my tolerance.”
Ji Chen’s expression went rigid, and it soon reflected a hint of bitterness.
He had worked for Sir for five years, making many mistakes, both serious and trivial, along the way. Sir was always willing to give him the chance to learn from them.
But he was unwilling to be forgiving when matters involved Madam.
This time, Ji Chen’s mistakes were unforgivable.
Ji Chen lowered his head. “Please punish me however you wish.”
But he was unable to resist speaking up for himself. “I hope that Sir will give me another chance.”
Si Zhengting’s gaze was gloomy. He did not speak.
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Zhuang Nainai lay in the bathtub absent-mindedly. She was feeling weary.
She felt a little giddy as the dense steam enshrouded her.
She hit herself on the head, trying to keep herself clear-headed and calm.
She could not help but mock herself at the same time. She had managed to live a privileged life with him for only less than a month, yet her body was already accustomed to this lavish lifestyle?
In the past five years, no matter the weather, she had never fallen sick before.
She had only gone without food for today…
Zhuang Nainai felt a little stifled. Perhaps she had been soaking in the bathtub for a little too long. When she left the bath, she felt giddy and her vision was blurry.
She picked up the towel and wrapped it around her body, enduring the discomfort she felt from being sick. She found the clothes that Si Zhengting had prepared for her. After putting them on, she felt that her limbs were weak and her body numb.
She stood before the mirror and splashed cold water on her face. It was only then that she regained her rationality.
Then she turned and left.
She knew that she was not feeling well, but she stubbornly refused to show Si Zhengting her weak and embarrassing side.
She suppressed a deep sigh. She was unable to explain why she had to do this, but she knew that she could not afford to display any vulnerability.
Whenever she thought about that bank card with $10,000,000 inside, she felt extremely stifled.
She walked out of the bathroom, wanting to maintain her dignity.
In the office, Ji Chen stood in front of Si Zhengting, his head lowered. The air between them felt heavy and oppressive.
They heard a sound and turned their heads together to see where it was coming from. When they saw Zhuang Nainai, Ji Chen lowered his eyes and Si Zhengting narrowed his. Si Zhengting’s mouth moved wordlessly.
Zhuang Nainai walked past them, using her cell phone silently. She saw tens of missed calls, all from Zhang Chaowen.