Chapter 85 Can't Let Her Succeed
The cold touch seeped through her fingers. Song Ke shrank back in fear at Mu Yi's sharp gaze. She was also a smart person. "Abdicate?"
Mu Yi chuckled, "It's just a joke. I've been at Huo's for so many years, and I still think you're the most capable in the design department, so there's no need to underestimate yourself."
Song Ke listened to these flattering words and felt a little worried. "But there have been rumors inside that Jian Mo and Mr. Huo have a complicated relationship. If I were to be presumptuous..."
"Director Song!" Mu Yi's face darkened and he said in a heavy voice, "I am the one close to Mr. Huo. Don't bring up such nonsense. It will only damage Mr. Huo's reputation."
Song Ke quickly said yes. "Please advise Special Assistant Mu."
Mu Yi looked into the distance and saw a luxury car parked in front of the company. "Director Song, is that here to pick you up? I've often seen you getting in that car these past few days."
Song Ke looked over and nervously examined Mu Yi's face, "Yes, he's my boyfriend."
Mu Yi kept curling her lips, "Dating is good. As long as it's not an office romance, we at Huo's have always been very supportive."
These words made Song Ke tremble again and he didn't dare to respond.
"Why don't you take me to see him? Will it be difficult?"
Song Ke took a deep breath, his palms sweaty, "This... this may not be convenient."
After waiting outside for a long time without seeing Song Ke come out, he lowered the car window impatiently. When the man saw Mu Yi, he quickly retracted it and raised the window.
Song Ke was completely panicked. Even she saw it clearly, let alone Mu Yi. She lost her voice and said, "Assistant Mu!"
Mu Yi had a confident look on his face. "So it's Mr. Li. As far as I know, his monthly salary is only around ten thousand yuan. He can afford such an expensive car. He must be quite wealthy."
Looking at Song Ke again, he was already sweating profusely.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But Director Song, if Jian Mo's design is successfully approved, your position will be in jeopardy. I'm thinking about you, do you understand?"
Song Ke almost couldn't breathe, "I, I know what's going on."
Mu Yi was satisfied, and even more satisfied when he saw her steps soften as she walked out of the company.
She took a sip of coffee, the bitterness spread in her mouth, and her brows furrowed. After so many years, she still couldn't learn how to drink American coffee like Huo Qichen.
Last night, she forgot a document at the company and hurried back to get it. She saw that bitch Jian Mo clinging to Huo Qichen. Although the latter was impatient, he still patiently told her about Wan Jing and Zhou Liangqi.
This is a treatment that Mu Yi has never received before!
And they are so close...
Although it was Jian Mo who took the initiative, Huo Qi Chen never pushed her away.
When Mu Yi thought of that scene, the hatred in his heart grew infinitely. He wanted to kill Jian Mo and drink her blood!
A week passed.
Jian Mo worked all night long in the company just to design the Jinxiu City project. Several of the design drawings she had drawn were overturned and started over again because she was not satisfied with them. After finally coming up with a satisfactory plan, the final approval day was approaching.
Song Ke leaned on her workstation with her hands. "If you can't hand it in, just resign. Don't force yourself."
Jian Mo took her hands off the keyboard, leaned back and confronted her, "If I remember correctly, we are a team. If I can't deliver, won't Director Song have to resign along with me?"
Song Ke glared at her, "If I had been the one designing it from the beginning, you wouldn't be like this at all."
"Unfortunately not."
"you!"
"So, I advise Director Song, instead of laughing at me, think about how to help me pass the meeting. This is such a big project, the big bosses will come to see it."
Jian Mo felt relieved when she saw Song Ke’s face flushed with anger.
"I don't care about you! You are the main designer, the responsibility is on your shoulders, and it has nothing to do with me." Song Ke, like a defeated rooster, angrily returned to the office in high heels.
After the person left, Jian Mo sneered.
But time was really running out, and she had to work overtime to finish the design. It was not easy to draw on the bus. She tried several times, but her efficiency was very low. And for some reason, she always felt that someone was following her from behind, but when she turned around, there was nothing.
Is it Jian Zhou? But he is already in Liang Qiu's hands.
Jian Mo almost suspected that she had a nervous breakdown from working overtime, so she decided to take a ride in Huo Qichen's car for the remaining few days.
It just so happened that he got off work at night every day, so no one in the company would see him.
Inside the car, Jian Mo was holding her computer and smiling, chatting with the driver, "Brother Liu, I'm in trouble."
Xiao Liu looked at the man's gloomy face in the rearview mirror and dared not say a word. "Madam, you are too polite... Just call me Xiao Liu."
Jian Mo ignored him and turned on the computer, which was the modeling page.
Huo Qichen pressed his temple, disapproving of her behavior. "What good design can you come up with if you're just cramming at the last minute?"
Jian Mo didn't even raise her head. "Mr. Huo, this is not your area, so it's best not to express your opinion."
Huo Qi Chen narrowed his eyes, too lazy to argue with her.
In the night, the Porsche drove very fast, passing by the neon lights. The car was silent. Huo Qichen was processing emails on the computer, so the sounds of the two people typing on the keyboard were in sync.
At this moment, a shrill ringing sound broke the tacit understanding.
Jian Mo took out her phone and saw the note was Xu Ming. She was so scared that she quickly picked up the phone, "Brother Ming?"
Huo Qichen stopped typing on the keyboard.
Xu Ming's voice was loud and full of anxiety, "Xiao Mo! Come to the hospital immediately. Your father has heart failure and has suddenly stopped breathing. They are trying to save him!"
Jian Mo's hands began to tremble, and her throat tightened, "I'll be right over!"
After hanging up the phone, she slammed the computer shut and looked at Huo Qichen beside her. He opened his mouth and made a decisive decision: "Let's go to the hospital instead!"
Jian Mo clenched her hands and swallowed, as if she was in the wilderness.
"My father has been ill for many years, but he has never had this kind of condition. Is he..."
Huo Qichen's calm voice suppressed her panic, "No, it's normal for a vegetative patient to lie in bed for too long and suffer from heart failure. It's good that he can be saved."
Jian Mo looked at him, "What if... he can't be saved..."
"Jian Mo." Huo Qichen stopped her, and then his tone became lighter, "No."
As soon as the car stopped in front of the hospital, Jian Mo got out and ran directly inside. Huo Qi Chen then slammed the car door, took a step with his long legs, and followed her quickly, also in a hurry.
Because of worry, Jian Mo almost sprinted a hundred meters and bumped into many people along the way. She said sorry numbly and talked all the way out of the emergency room.
There was no one outside, only nurses rushing back and forth with equipment. Jian Mo suddenly grabbed her and said, "Nurse, how is my father?"
"We are still trying to save them."
Huo Qichen had already arrived. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. He said to the nurse, "Sorry, please go in first."
Jian Mo lost her composure and fell limply into his arms. His voice came from above her head, "Calm down, everything will be fine."
But the three big red words "Rescue in Progress" flashing above the operating room made people feel cold.
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