Looking into Meng Yanchen's pained and questioning eyes, and then at Su Ran's persistent and expectant gaze, Fan Shengmei felt a turmoil in her heart. She took a deep breath, about to speak, when Meng Yanchen suddenly changed his expression, abruptly stepped forward, and forcefully shoved Su Ran away. Caught off guard, Su Ran stumbled and nearly fell. Her colleagues around her gasped in surprise.

"What are you doing!" Su Ran steadied herself, her eyes wide with anger, and shouted at Meng Yanchen. At this moment, Su Ran's carefully combed hair was now disheveled, and her white suit was stained with some dust, instantly shattering her originally elegant image.

Meng Yanchen completely ignored Su Ran's roar. His eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion, and he pounced on Su Ran again. The two instantly began to fight. Meng Yanchen's fists, filled with anger, swung towards Su Ran, who was not to be outdone and fought back fiercely. The surrounding colleagues were frightened by this sudden conflict and retreated in all directions. Some couldn't help but cover their mouths, while others whispered among themselves. The scene was chaotic.

"Stop fighting! Stop fighting!" Fan Shengmei cried out anxiously, her heart feeling as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. She rushed forward, trying to stop the two. Her high heels clattered rapidly on the ground, making a jarring "tap-tap-tap" sound that was particularly jarring in the chaotic scene.

She first reached out to grab Meng Yanchen's arm, trying with all her might to pull him away, but Meng Yanchen was in a fit of extreme rage and his strength was astonishing; Fan Shengmei couldn't budge him at all. Fan Shengmei then turned to push Su Ran, her voice trembling with tears, "Su Ran, please stop hitting me, please!" Hearing Fan Shengmei's pleas, Su Ran hesitated slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing her eyes.

In that instant, Meng Yanchen seized the opportunity and forcefully flung Su Ran backward, sending her stumbling a few steps into a pile of fresh flowers. The once vibrant flowers were instantly crushed and scattered, petals flying everywhere. The rich fragrance filled the air, but it did nothing to ease the tense atmosphere.

Meng Yanchen was panting heavily, his eyes still fixed on Su Ran, his chest heaving violently. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dampening his collar. Su Ran got up from the ground, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with resentment and anger.

"Fan Shengmei, I'm asking you, were you moved by his confession?" Meng Yanchen finally shifted his gaze from Su Ran to Fan Shengmei, his voice hoarse and trembling. His eyes were filled with pain and anticipation, as if waiting for Fan Shengmei to give him an answer that would determine his fate.

Fan Shengmei looked at Meng Yanchen, feeling both angry and anxious. She stomped her foot, her eyes reddening, and shouted, "Meng Yanchen, can't you calm down! Look at the state you're in!" At this moment, Fan Shengmei was filled with helplessness and grievance. On one hand, she felt sorry for Meng Yanchen's impulsiveness, and on the other hand, she was extremely troubled by the chaotic situation before her.

The surrounding colleagues watched silently, not daring to breathe. They had never seen the usually calm and composed Meng Yanchen so out of control, nor did they expect to witness such a fierce emotional conflict downstairs in the company building. The sunlight shone on everyone, but it couldn't dispel the oppressive atmosphere.

Meng Yanchen seemed not to hear Fan Shengmei's words. He continued to stare at Fan Shengmei and repeated the question from before: "Are you even tempted?" His voice carried a hint of despair.

Fan Shengmei took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She looked at Meng Yanchen, her eyes filled with complex emotions—anger, helplessness, and heartache. She slowly said, "Meng Yanchen, don't you understand my feelings for you? But your impulsive behavior today has really disappointed me."

Su Ran listened to Fan Shengmei's words, his heart filled with mixed feelings. He looked at Fan Shengmei, then at Meng Yanchen, a bitter smile appearing on his lips. He knew that in this battle for love, he seemed to be at a disadvantage.

A gentle breeze blew by, scattering the petals across the ground. The air seemed to freeze as everyone awaited Meng Yanchen's response. Upon hearing Fan Shengmei's words, Meng Yanchen's body trembled slightly, the anger in his eyes gradually subsiding, replaced by deep regret.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to begin. He knew that his impulsive actions today might have hurt Fan Shengmei and made the situation even worse.

Seeing the regret in Meng Yanchen's eyes, Fan Shengmei's anger subsided somewhat. She sighed softly and said, "Could we find another place to talk properly?"

Meng Yanchen nodded slightly, his eyes filled with gratitude. He knew that Fan Shengmei was willing to give him a chance to explain, which was already a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Look, the company executives are here!" Everyone turned to look, and saw several company executives walking briskly towards them. Their faces were grim, clearly alarmed by the chaos.

Seeing this, Meng Yanchen immediately straightened his clothes and regained his usual dignified demeanor. He looked at Fan Shengmei, then at Su Ran, and said in a low voice, "Let's leave it at that for today."

Su Ran snorted coldly and remained silent. He knew that now was not the time to continue arguing.

Fan Shengmei looked at the approaching company executives and inwardly groaned. She knew this matter wouldn't end so easily, and she didn't know what trouble she would face next.

As the company's senior management approached, the surrounding colleagues instinctively made way for them. The atmosphere grew even more tense, like the calm before a storm.

How will this chaos be quelled? What will Fan Shengmei think of Meng Yanchen's impulsive behavior?