You're really not going to ask? That would make me look like a clown... Chu Fang glanced around to see if it was just the two of them, then looked at Zhong Tingyue's figure, lowering his voice as if he were a thief:

She's pregnant.

“... ..."

Ma Junjie's lips twitched. Every word Chu Fang spoke was barbed and veiled, piercing his heart and making him feel a chill run down his spine.

Seeing the helpless look on his 'love rival's' face, Chu Fang waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I'm not joking anymore."

Ma Junjie calmed down a bit, his voice filled with a great sigh: "Why did you, a rich man, come to work for our company in the first place?"

If Chu Fang hadn't come, there would still be a chance.

"I was bored," Chu Fang replied honestly. "After graduating from university, I was really bored, so I found a job. I can only blame it on the fact that the salary at Yatenyige was too low, which was exactly what I wanted to do. I was just killing time by slacking off."

"..." At this moment, Ma Junjie really wanted to fight with the HR manager. He took a breath and said softly, "I've seen your resume. Your hometown is a small town, your father is a teacher, and your mother is self-employed, so you earned the money yourself?"

"No! It's just a windfall."

"hehe."

Ma Junjie gave a wry smile, not believing Chu Fang's answer.

The more Chu Fangyue said this, the more inferior he felt, a deep-seated sense of inferiority.

Compared to Chu Fang, they were suppressed in terms of age, appearance, physique, money, etc.

I want to win in a certain area, but I can't seem to find it.

I feel utterly powerless.

"What brings you to this exhibition? Oh right, I forgot, you're the design manager..." Chu Fang looked at Ma Junjie's worried expression, and thinking that this rival wasn't so bad after all, he didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he changed the subject, looking at Ma Junjie with a slight frown:

"Why do you look so drained? Did you go to KTV to see some young girls last night under the guise of work?"

At this moment, Ma Junjie's suit was wrinkled, his eyes were sunken, and his eye circles were dark, losing their usual radiance. A deep weariness shone in his eyes, as if he were carrying an unspeakable burden.

Ma Junjie replied, "The company's performance has been poor recently, and several projects have fallen through in a row."

"You've laid off so many employees, and the business is still not doing well. What is Mr. Ming doing?" Chu Fang said upon hearing this.

I heard from a former colleague that after Zhong Tingyue left, many employees were laid off, not only in the design department, but also in the decoration department, finance department, sales department... No department escaped the wave of layoffs.

“Mr. Ming also has his difficulties, and he’s here today too.” Ma Junjie nodded to Chu Fang, who looked in the direction of the nod and saw Mr. Ming and Zhong Tingyue chatting.

Seeing this, Chu Fang stood up and strode over.

As you approach, you'll see President Ming. Like Ma Junjie, he has a terrible complexion, pale and bloodless, as if all his energy has been drained. His shoulders are drooping slightly, as if he's carrying a heavy burden, and he looks like he's about to die.

They no longer have the same charm they used to have when we met.

"You opened your own studio?" Mr. Ming asked, hands in his pockets.

"Um."

"That's good. You have the ability to support the studio." President Ming nodded, let out a soft breath, and a forced smile appeared on his face. "I feel very sorry about what happened at the company back then, really..."

"It's all in the past, so let's not talk about it anymore." Zhong Tingyue understood what the boss wanted to say and interrupted him directly. She didn't want to talk about those scheming things. When she saw Chu Fang walking over, she immediately took his arm. "Let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Chu Fang."

Upon hearing this, President Ming's eyes showed surprise. He turned around and looked at Ma Junjie who was walking over. Everyone in the company knew that Ma Junjie liked Zhong Tingyue, and as the company's president, he naturally knew this as well.

He had thought that Ma Junjie would eventually win over Zhong Tingyue, but he never expected that his prized subordinate would lose to this young man in front of him.

Looking Chu Fang up and down with curious eyes, she said, "I think I know you..."

"Oh, Mr. Ming still remembers me? I'm truly flattered." Thinking of the treatment his girlfriend received and being schemed against by the boss in front of him, Chu Fang was furious and said sarcastically, "You, Mr. Ming, are a big businessman, yet you still remember me, a lowly employee who once worked at your company. My goodness, my heart is about to jump out of my chest."

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, a faint smile appearing on her perfect face.

She didn't harbor much resentment towards President Ming, nor would she deliberately mock him, but she wouldn't stop Chu Fang from doing so.

Mr. Ming looked visibly embarrassed, nodded to Zhong Tingyue, and then left.

... ...

As Mr. Ming and Ma Junjie walked side by side, Mr. Ming asked, "Is that young man an employee of our company?"

“Yes. I resigned after working at the company for a few months,” Ma Junjie replied.

Mr. Ming said, "A few months can feel like several years. I really don't understand this thing called love."

Ma Junjie shrugged: "Hey, it's all in the past."

So you've let it go?

Upon hearing the question, Ma Junjie turned around and glanced at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue, who were holding hands. He then slowly looked away and said, "So what if I can't let go? Love can't be forced. Besides, Chu Fang is more capable than me in every way. Compared to him, I look like a clown."

"I don't believe it!" President Ming shook his head.

"Chu Fang is really amazing. I'll tell you about him later. Now, hurry up and meet your client," Ma Junjie said.

"Sigh!" Mr. Ming sighed, "After so many days, attending several social events a day and getting completely drunk, I still haven't gotten any projects. I've given up all hope."

"We have to give it a try; this exhibition is about the fate and future of the company."

Mr. Ming shook his head, shaking off his negative emotions and cheering himself up a bit. Then the two of them went to greet the arriving clients.