After arranging the shipping, Bu Yi organized the resumes in his hand: "Manager Xia, I'll take care of the rest. You can go back now."

Xia Chuhe frowned and said, "Okay, don't work too late."

Bu Yi casually responded.

The HR colleagues stayed to continue working, while the others left first.

Several colleagues' cars were parked across from the school. Xia Chuhe and the others went to get their cars, and they encountered a traffic light when they left the school gate.

His colleagues were chatting and laughing, and Xia Chuhe turned to talk to them as well.

A car that was driving normally suddenly turned towards the group, with its front facing Xia Chuhe.

A colleague from the development department shouted, "Watch out!"

Sensing danger, Xia Chuhe quickly retreated.

However, someone in the crowd reacted even faster than her. Mingxiang, who was standing a little further forward, suddenly lunged at Xia Chuhe, knocking her to the ground. He then rolled a few times due to the momentum, narrowly escaping the oncoming car wheel.

Xia Chuhe was held in Mingxiang's arms and pressed to the ground, her heart pounding.

Mingxiang asked anxiously and with concern, "Are you alright, Manager Xia?"

Xia Chuhe pursed her lips, pushed Mingxiang away, stood up, and dusted herself off: "It's nothing, thank you for earlier."

Although she thanked him verbally, Xia Chuhe was somewhat unconvinced. If Ming Xiang hadn't rushed over so suddenly and tackled her so forcefully, she could have easily avoided the car.

Xia Chuhe frowned slightly, puzzled... how could she have been tackled by an ordinary man?

Xia Chuhe clenched her fists secretly, feeling that she should have a lot of strength. But as a 996 working slave, where would she find the time to exercise?

Mingxiang, who had been pushed aside, stood behind Xia Chuhe with a disappointed expression.

The vehicle did not swerve at all, crashing head-on into the pedestrian guardrail at the entrance of the university, leaving a vertical dent in the railing. Fortunately, no one was injured.

People nearby had already called the police. The person who caused the accident was lying unconscious on the airbag.

The police violently broke into the car, and as soon as they opened the door, they smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Without a doubt, it was drunk driving.

After Xia Chuhe finished giving his statement to the police, he went to the hospital accompanied by Ming Xiang and another female colleague.

Sitting in the taxi on the way to the hospital, Xia Chuhe suddenly asked, "How could he... suddenly go on a drunken rampage? He could drive normally from the previous traffic light, maybe even longer, so how did he suddenly become intoxicated as soon as he got to the university gate?"

Mingxiang comforted her, "You can't judge a drunk person by normal standards. Don't overthink it. Are you feeling unwell?"

Xia Chuhe shook his head, still completely baffled.

On the other hand, Bu Yi received no message at all.

After organizing the resumes and filtering out those that clearly did not meet the job requirements, Bu Yi quickly left work and headed straight to a tarot shop near the university that was said to be particularly effective.

This shop only accepts three customers a day, and Bu Yi had a hard time getting a number.

The tarot reader shuffled three cards, laid them out in a row, and slowly asked, "What do you want to ask? You can only ask one question."

Bu Yi had already planned to ask about his career, but somehow, what came out of his mouth was to ask about his marriage.

"Your true love appeared some time ago and is now right beside you, someone you see every day. He's a little younger than you, but very mature in his dealings with others, and he'll be able to help you through your troubles during this time..."

The tarot reader slowly interprets the results predicted by the tarot cards.

Following the interpretation, Bu Yi eliminated people around him one by one. In the end, only one person remained who almost perfectly matched the criteria—the new intern, Dong Xian.

Although Dong Xian is only an intern, he has worked in HR for a period of time and is indeed very experienced in his daily conduct. He also helped Bu Yi a lot at the recent campus recruitment fair.

Bu Yi pondered to himself: How could it be him? I haven't had much private contact with him. Could this tarot reader be inaccurate? No, no, I didn't want to ask about marriage; I originally wanted to ask about my career.

Bu Yi quickly spoke up: "Master, may I ask about my career again?"

The tarot reader shook his head: "Not today, please reschedule."

Bu Yi was speechless. The appointment she managed to snag today was one she'd been trying to get for three months straight. Who knew when she'd be able to get one again? An appointment with a tarot reader was harder to get than an appointment at a hospital—sigh.

Hopefully, her calculations were accurate!

In this way, at least you can prioritize either career or love.

Night fell.

Xia Chuhe came out of the hospital, and Mingxiang happened to have a moment to spare and drove up from across the street from the Industrial University. Mingxiang said, "You've been frightened today, don't drive yet, I'll take you home. Where do you live?"

Xia Chuhe announced the name of the residential area.

Mingxiang gentlemanly opened the back door, reached out and lightly covered the top of the door with his hand, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, I live there too."

Xia Chuhe didn't think much of it: "Oh, it's closer to the company over there."

They remained silent the entire way.

Upon arriving at the residential area, they found police cars parked at the entrance, a group of people gathered under a certain apartment building, and a foul, burning smell filled the air.

Xia Chuhe rolled down the car window and heard the residents talking: "What a disaster! How many times have we told them not to charge their electric bikes indoors? And some people still don't listen. It'll burn them..."

"The people who live near him are really unlucky!"

"This is an undeserved disaster!"

Xia Chuhe's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly directed Mingxiang to pull over and park the car.

When she got out of the car, she saw that it was her own building that was on fire, and the floor where she lived was already blackened.

Xia Chuhe closed his eyes, feeling a sense of relief, as if he had just known.

Strangely, she felt no heartache or regret, as if there was nothing in the room worth her staying for.

Mingxiang spoke up at the opportune moment: "Manager Xia, are any of those houses you own among the ones where the incident occurred?"

Xia Chuhe nodded: "Mm."

Mingxiang: "Would you like to stay at my place for the night?"

As if worried that Xia Chuhe might be concerned about safety, Mingxiang explained, "I share this place with another couple. There are two other rooms available, which can be tidied up and moved in. They have private bathrooms, are very clean, and won't disturb you."

Xia Chuhe: "Thank you, but no need. There are plenty of hotels nearby."

Mingxiang: "Okay, contact me anytime if you need anything."

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