Chapter 10 Yunye, if you stretch your reach too far, be careful not to break your bones.

In the afternoon, Huo Siyue was temporarily assigned to the exhibition hall, while Su Ruan stayed in the office to refine the plan.

At 6:20, Su Ruan had just closed her laptop when her phone vibrated.

Huo Siyue: [C position already claimed! Sisters, come quick!]

Su Ruan replied to the message, picked up her bag, and left her workstation.

As soon as I stepped out of the office, I bumped into Yan Yunye's frosty eyes and brows.

Holy crap, there's a dog!

She pretended not to see it and turned to walk around it.

Yan Yunye blocked her way with his arm, completely enveloping her in shadow.

Almost everyone in the 30th-floor office area had left; the corridor was empty, with only...

The two shadows were stretched very long.

"You talked back to me this morning, and now you're pretending not to know me?"

Su Ruan paused, lifted her eyelids, and glanced at him.

"Is it considered arguing if you don't kneel down to speak?"

Yan Yunye lowered his eyes and stared at Su Ruan, his knuckles pressed against the wall, veins bulging.

"Let's talk."

His voice was deep and cold; it was an order, not a suggestion.

Su Ruan looked up to meet his gaze.

She used to love his arrogant demeanor, but now she just finds it laughable.

"What would you like to talk about, Young Master Yan?"

"What have you been up to lately...?"

"Very busy."

Su Ruan avoided Yan Yunye's arm and pressed the elevator button.

"Busy making money, building a career, building..."

She paused, then curled her red lips into a smile: "Anyway, I won't mess with you."

Yan Yunye's face instantly turned cold, and his knuckles tightened abruptly.

Her casual remark felt like a dull knife scraping against his nerves.

He suddenly remembered that six months ago, he was drinking with friends at a private club when someone made fun of him.

"Brother Ye, your little tail is still sticking to you? It's been four years, aren't you tired of it?"

He was swirling his wine glass, a hint of nonchalant mockery in his eyes.

"Keep it for fun."

"Let's see how far she can debase herself."

The private room erupted in laughter.

He noticed that the slender figure outside the door froze for a moment, then silently disappeared.

My friend glanced at her and raised an eyebrow: "Brother Ye, aren't you going to do anything about her?"

Yan Yunye didn't even look up, still leaning lazily against the sofa, speaking casually.

"Who cares what she does? She can tolerate anything."

"She'll still cling to me tomorrow."

She has always been like this.

Over the years, she's been like a lump of clay, allowing him to mold and shape her however he wants, to treat her however he pleases.

But now, she seems to have suddenly changed.

"Not going to mess with me? Then what are you doing at Qingyan?"

"Don't tell me you're here to be a model employee."

Su Ruan almost burst out laughing, turning her head to look at him, her eyes full of mockery.

"Drink less fake alcohol, as it can cause brain swelling and lead to hysteria."

"I came to Qingyan to make money, of course. Twenty-five thousand after tax, buy me a nine-to-five job."

Yan Yunye stared at Su Ruan, who was completely different from the person in front of him, and felt a tightness in his chest from the unfamiliarity.

"Su Ruan, don't push your luck."

There's a limit to playing hard to get. I've given you more than enough patience.

Su Ruan almost burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Young Master Yan, do you think you're still worthy of my time and tricks?"

Save that patience you have for Wanwan.

When Yan Yunye heard her mention Wen Wanwan, a surge of barely suppressed agitation welled up in his heart.

"There should be limits to being jealous."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"I told you, Wanwan and I are just..."

"From bed partner to official partner?" Su Ruan interrupted him.

"Su Ruan!"

Yan Yunye suddenly grabbed her wrist, his suppressed breath hitting her neck.

"You know perfectly well that all you have to do is give in..."

She turned her head away to avoid his breath.

"Yan Yunye, I've had enough of being a simp for six years."

"Licking you is not as good as licking Häagen-Dazs, at least that will quench your thirst."

Yan Yunye felt as if a wad of water-soaked cotton was stuck in his throat, heavy and astringent.

"You've tolerated it for six years, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty now?"

Su Ruan broke free from his hand.

"Six years is enough to give you face."

"you!"

Yan Yunye's pupils contracted sharply, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

At that moment, the elevator doors opened.

Wen Wanwan walked out in high heels.

When she saw Yan Yunye and Su Ruan, she paused slightly, the smile on her lips froze for a moment, then quickly spread again.

"Ruan Ruan is here too, what a coincidence."

Upon hearing Wen Wanwan's voice, Yan Yunye withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

"Why did you deliver it yourself?"

Wen Wanwan handed the documents in her hand to Yan Yunye.

"I was afraid you'd need it urgently."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Su Ruan, her smile undiminished.

"I didn't expect Ruan Ruan to be here too."

Her gaze fell on Su Ruan's name tag, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

"Ruanruan, when did you join Qingyan?"

"Curation Assistant in the Collections Department?"

"This department is directly connected to the president's office, and the professional requirements are very high. I remember that I barely passed the cultural studies course by three points."

"President Yan has always hated empty shells with no real talent. How did you get in?"

At this point, Wen Wanwan changed the subject and smiled innocently.

"But curatorial assistants don't require too much brainpower, and Ruan Ruan can handle it."

Su Ruan took a step forward and glanced at Wen Wanwan.

"So, you didn't get into Qingyan because you weren't good-looking enough, or because you weren't smart enough?"

Wen Wanwan's smile froze for a moment, but her voice remained gentle.

"Ruan Ruan, I'm just concerned about you, why do you always misunderstand me?"

Yan Yunye's eyes darkened, and his arm loosely wrapped around Wen Wanwan's shoulder.

It's a gesture of protection, yet it maintains just the right distance.

“Wanwan has been helping me with the core data analysis for the merger and acquisition case recently. It’s not like an art assignment that you can just scribble down and get by.”

Wen Wanwan gave a humble smile.

"Yunye, don't say that. It's already quite an achievement for Ruanruan to get into Qingyan."

Su Ruan crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"A top student from Tsinghua University is still working as an unofficial assistant? It seems your advisor should reassess the graduation standards."

"Su Ruan, that's enough."

Yan Yunye's eyes darkened slightly, and his voice was cold and restrained.

“Su Ruan, Qingyan’s hiring standards have always been strict. I don’t want personal relationships to affect the company’s rules.”

"Go to the HR department next Monday to hand over your work."

"Don't make me do it myself; that would be awkward for both of us."

Su Ruan was amused.

"It's not up to you."

Yan Yunye frowned slightly: "Then you can give it a try."

Wen Wanwan interjected at the opportune moment: "Ruanruan, Yunye is doing this for your own good."

"Qingyan's projects cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. I can recommend a more suitable position for you."

At that moment, a cold voice pierced the stagnant air.

"interesting."

The three of them turned around at the same time and saw Yan Tingnan standing at the intersection of light and shadow, with a string of sandalwood beads around his neck.

"When will the project team be able to exercise the power of appointment and dismissal over departments directly under the president?"

He glanced at Yan Yunye with a detached and indifferent expression, exuding a sense of oppression.

"Yunye, you're stretching your arms too far. Be careful not to break your bones."

Yan Tingnan's voice wasn't loud, but it caused the surrounding air pressure to drop sharply.