Jiang Ci pushed Zhou Mingli away forcefully, wiped the rain off her face, and turned to walk down the mountain.
"You're right. I shouldn't have treated you like anyone. Our cooperation ends here, and we will never renew it!"
Jiang Ci's voice was harsh and cold, so harsh that it chilled people to the bone.
Zhou Mingli stood there for a long time.
When Yu Guangli saw Jiang Ci about to fall, Zhou Mingli instinctively rushed over and caught her.
Jiang Ci shook off his hand, stood up straight, and walked away quickly.
She is an excellent leader who is generous with praise for her subordinates, never shirks responsibility, and analyzes situations rationally and calmly.
She was born with so much, so she was generous and magnanimous, and didn't care about anything else.
Zhou Mingli never felt that anything could catch her eye.
He never wondered what kind of person Jiang Ci really was.
...
Zhou Mingli lowered his eyes.
No, he should know.
She would buy many luxury bags, jewelry, and perfumes, but she never used them. She gave them to others, her assistants, subordinates, and friends, because they liked these things. Jiang Ci never focused on cultivating interpersonal relationships that could be solved with money.
But she never lends out her personal belongings.
Her clothes, her jewelry, her car, her bags.
Zhou Mingli vaguely remembered that during his university years, Jiang Ci did something that made her famous throughout the entire campus.
A female classmate saw the jewelry she had placed on the table and asked her how much it cost.
Jiang Ci arrogantly said that the jewelry was worth 500,000 yuan, and that it was not something a female classmate like her should touch.
Jiang Ci crushed the 500,000 yuan worth of jewelry without even blinking, simply because it had been touched by an outsider.
Zhou Mingli did not know who the female classmate was who took Jiang Ci's personal belongings without permission.
However, they understood that Jiang Ci's personality meant she would never allow anyone to touch her personal belongings; Jiang Ci would rather destroy the item than allow anyone to touch it.
Possessiveness, a secretive yet extremely intense form of possessiveness.
She would never allow anyone to covet or touch what she desired or possessed.
He realized something.
After a long while, Zhou Mingli regained his composure. His chest felt like it was on fire, and his heart felt like boiling water, bubbling and steaming.
With a loud rumble.
A thunderclap exploded.
He wiped his face, trying to calm his heart, which was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.
Perhaps in Jiang Ci's heart, he was not insignificant.
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