Chapter 95 Who is going to be killed?

After Chen Ran left, Su Hong sat alone in the living room, her mind a mess. For so many years, she had always believed that Chen Ran had already established a family and lived a happy life. But she had never expected that he would remain single.

"Are there really such infatuated people in this world?" Su Hong murmured to herself, feeling both moved and uneasy.

The next day at work, the design department was filled with the familiar smell of coffee and printers, as well as a silent current of gossip.

Intern Zhou Xiaomeng walked in wearing high heels, like a proud little peacock.

She was wearing a sweater with a slightly low neckline today, with a look of smugness that she had deliberately maintained on her face.

She put the brand new LV messenger bag on the table. The metal chain made a slight "ding" sound when it hit the table. Li Ruoyi came over with a mug with a cartoon pattern on it.

"Xiao Meng, what happened yesterday... What kind of relationship do you have with Vice President Zhang... Are you related?" She winked and spoke in a low voice, but she couldn't hide her curiosity.

Zhou Xiaomeng was slowly turning on the computer. Upon hearing the words, her eyelids suddenly lifted up, and her originally gentle eyes instantly became sharp, like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

She leaned back in her office chair, the back of the chair making a slight sound as it hit the ground. Then her tone suddenly became aggressive, with undisguised impatience: "Is it your business?"

She deliberately moved the LV bag on the table to the corner, so that the conspicuous logo was facing the aisle - her face was full of "Don't meddle in my business, you can't afford my bag."

That attitude clearly seemed to say, "I have a backer, and your envy is useless."

At this time, Zhang Yue walked in with her high heels clacking on her feet. When her eyes swept over Zhou Xiaomeng, she paused and a hint of sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"Tsk tsk," she deliberately drawled out her voice, not loud but loud enough for those around her to hear. "You've got strawberry marks all over your body and you still dare to wear a low-cut neckline? Was the battle intense enough yesterday?"

Zhou Xiaomeng's face turned red, and she subconsciously reached out to cover her collar. She was furious, but had no way to refute.

Vice President Zhang was completely baffling last night - he had clearly told her not to have lunch with him alone, and asked her to go with her colleagues and not get too close to him to avoid gossip.

As a result, he turned against her in the evening and insisted that she smiled too sweetly when talking to the team leader Wu Xiao while getting food, as if she was deliberately seducing him, and ended up "punishing" her for half the night.

She secretly glared at Zhang Yue, cursing his ancestors in her heart, but she didn't dare to say anything. She just lowered her head and pretended to organize the documents.

The faint red marks on her neck, set against the backdrop of her sweater, were even more suggestive.

Several colleagues around them, who were listening attentively, exchanged glances with each other, and the sound of suppressing laughter quietly spread amid the sound of typing on the keyboard.

Today is Tuesday, and this morning is their design department's weekly meeting.

All members of the design department participated, including intern Zhou Xiaomeng.

The air conditioning in the conference room was a little too cold. Zhou Xiaomeng subconsciously tightened the collar of her sweater. The anger that Zhang Yue's words in the morning had aroused was still lingering in her heart, like a suppressed spark.

She chose a seat at the back and sat down, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at the main seat - the man sitting there was the "golden thigh" who came to see Su Nian yesterday.

Today he changed into a dark grey shirt, which was ironed so tightly that there was not a single wrinkle. His aura was as calm as a deep pool, and there was a distant sharpness between his eyebrows. Although he did not move much, he had an oppressive aura.

He twirled a pen between his fingers, occasionally glancing up at the person reporting. His eyes were as calm as water, yet they made people inexplicably afraid to slack off.

Zhou Xiaomeng's mind raced: Who was this guy? Judging by the cautious way his colleagues spoke, even the usually arrogant Zhang Yue had subdued his arrogance, becoming a docile little lamb. He must be a powerful figure who wasn't to be trifled with.

It wasn't until Director Lan cleared his throat and said that today's meeting would begin with the team leaders reporting on their work progress and then ask Director Chen for instructions that Zhou Xiaomeng's eyes widened and she almost bit her tongue—Director Chen?!

She secretly raised her eyes to look at him again. The other person looked to be in his early forties, with an upright figure and good looks. His calm dignity far surpassed that of Vice President Zhang!

The report was carried out step by step. The first few team leaders spoke in a standard manner. Chen Ran did not show any special reaction. He occasionally made a few marks on his notebook, as if he was listening to insignificant trivial matters.

It wasn't until Su Nian stood up that Zhou Xiaomeng's gaze was instantly attracted by a magnet.

Su Nian was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and khaki pants today. Her face was clean and without any makeup. She was holding a tablet in her hand and looked ordinary.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, her clear voice seemed to break the dull atmosphere in the conference room: "Regarding the optimization plan for my newly designed 'Xingtu' series, I researched the preference data of users aged 18-35 and found that the previous color scheme had three obvious deviations..."

She spoke slowly, but each word was precise. She not only pointed out the core issues of the project, but also clearly analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of several alternative plans.

Su Nian had only joined the company two weeks earlier than her, and she wasn't much worse than her in school. Why did she act like she was on a roll when she was in this kind of situation? Even Director Chen looked at her differently?

Could it be that she secretly signed up for a "crash course in career development" during the summer vacation?

Who are you trying to kill?

Chen Ran casually asked about a technical detail, and Su Nian answered fluently and thoroughly, as if he had already considered all the possibilities.

Zhou Xiaomeng looked at Chen Ran and nodded slightly after listening to him. A hint of imperceptible approval flashed across his eyes. His heart suddenly felt like it was stung by a bee, numb and sore.

What made her even more angry was that Su Nian didn't deliberately look at anyone's expression the whole time. He didn't smile ingratiatingly, nor was he nervous at all. It was as if he was discussing a plan with a colleague of the same level. His calmness made her boasting in the morning seem like a joke.

"Why?" Zhou Xiaomeng clenched the pen in her hand, her knuckles turned white and her nails almost dug into her palms.

What methods did Su Nian use to gain Mr. Chen's appreciation?

A sour feeling of jealousy crawled up my spine, wrapping around me like a vine.

She didn't hear a word of the subsequent report. Her mind was full of Su Nian standing there. The more she thought about it, the more dazzling it became. Even the cold air from the air conditioner seemed to be drilling into her bones.