On her first day of work, Xiao Xin offended Fu Yan, the eldest son of the Fu Group. It was rumored that this eldest son of the Fu family had a violent temper, and no one dared to approach within te...
The manager reacted quickly, picking up the thick document from the coffee table and hugging it tightly to his chest. He looked at Xiao Xin with an awkward smile and said, "Um... it's Young Master Fu."
Xiao Xin grabbed a handful of hair in frustration, nearly choking back a sigh of relief.
He looked at the signed contract in the manager's hand and became even more annoyed: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
The manager tightened his grip on the documents in his arms, adjusted his glasses, and glanced at Xiao Xin every now and then: "You, you didn't ask either..."
"Bang—" Xiao Xin slapped the coffee table, and the water glasses on the table trembled slightly with his movement.
Xiao Xin's chest heaved violently. He gritted his teeth and uttered each word slowly and deliberately: "Give me the contract."
He can't vent his anger until he tears the contract to shreds today.
Letting him seduce that beast is no different from courting death.
Although life was meaningless, he chose to live rather than be humiliated and die.
The manager's heart leaped into his throat as he saw the man clench his fist tightly on the coffee table.
That fist was so hard it looked like it could kill him with a single blow.
The manager swallowed hard, his eyes darting between Xiao Xin's face and the fist, and stammered, "Well, Xiao Xin, you promised me you wouldn't get angry or resort to violence..."
Xiao Xin's face turned red with anger, but she exuded a chilling aura.
Seeing the manager's frightened expression, he withdrew his hand, turned his head, and let out a cold laugh.
"Okay, give me that contract you have, and I won't be angry or hit you."
Xiao Xin clenched his fists, and the coldness in his eyes softened, gradually becoming gentler.
The manager didn't dare to breathe, his fingertips stroking the documents in his arms.
This was a contract he had worked so hard to get, and he didn't want to just give it back to Xiao Xin like that.
The manager stammered, "But, but, but you clearly agreed, you can't..."
"Bang—" Xiao Xin slapped the coffee table again.
The manager was startled by the loud noise, but he gripped the contract tightly as if it were his life, and he didn't dare to look up at Xiao Xin.
Seeing that he looked like he had lost his soul in fright, Xiao Xin suddenly realized that she was no different from Fu Yan.
He prided himself on not being the kind of person who bullies the weak, and never imagined things would escalate to this point.
Xiao Xin withdrew his fist, took a deep breath, and tried his best to calm himself down.
The manager and he were no different; they were both just working hard for others to earn a living.
Xiao Xin figured he must be facing some kind of difficulty to be willing to set aside his pride and talk to him about this.
But this definitely crossed his bottom line.
Xiao Xin helplessly wiped his face and asked the manager, "Who asked you to do this?"
His expression softened, and his tone wasn't as agitated as before.
Only then did the manager dare to look him in the eye: "The other party's identity is confidential. I can't say. If I do, I might lose my job..."
Xiao Xin guessed: "President Yu?"
Yu Muqing dotes on Fu Yan so much, perhaps she wants Xiao Xin to get close to Fu Yan to treat that ailment.
When he thought about how ruthless Fu Yan was yesterday, he realized he was lucky he hadn't been beaten to death, let alone want him to go looking for his own death.
The manager shook his head: "I really can't say..."
Seeing his expression, Xiao Xin crossed her arms and asked again, "How much hush money did they give you to keep this a secret?"
The manager lowered his head and remained silent.
Xiao Xin realized he might have gone a bit too far. He rested his elbow on his knee, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and muttered, "Am I some kind of despicable person...?"
That person had just humiliated him yesterday, and today he's rushing to offer himself up for money.
The manager whispered, "You're not, I am..."
He could feel the oppressive atmosphere emanating from Xiao Xin even through the air.
He was just moments ago overjoyed to have taken this job, but now he's as still as a stagnant pool, and he doesn't feel comfortable at all.
The atmosphere was too oppressive. The manager wiped the sweat from his brow and said tremblingly, "How about, for two hundred million..."
He didn't dare say the last few words; in fact, he was also afraid that Xiao Xin would be beaten to death by Fu Yan.
Who could tolerate that young master?
Xiao Xin glanced at him with annoyance. Yes, that's two hundred million.
He could work himself to the bone his whole life and still not earn that much money.
Moreover, he also had to pay off his mother's debts.
Whenever Xiao Xin thought about those debts, something inside him would begin to crumble, and that feeling of powerlessness could instantly shatter his mental support.
Every time he felt his life was about to get better, the debt collectors would beat him up, rob him of all his money, and then leave without a trace.
Xiao Xin was left alone in a dark corner to lick his wounds, and then, once the wounds healed, he would smile at the sun again, as if he hadn't been the one who was beaten.
He had lived like this for over twenty years, and Xiao Xin had also considered struggling.
However, for an ordinary person, after experiencing countless blows and suppressions from reality, without qualifications, background, or connections, turning things around is harder than climbing to heaven.
Xiao Xin doesn't know how he survived the past twenty-odd years. Sometimes he wonders if he's really still alive.
Is the person who is alive now really him?
It's nothing more than a soulless shell.
He was in a daze when his cell phone suddenly rang.
Xiao Xin took it out and looked at it, a chill ran down his spine.
Two months later, the debt collectors came again.
Xiao Xin didn't want to accept the offer, but if he didn't, those people would take his father away.
He pressed the answer button, held the phone to his ear, and said a soft "hello."
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