Chapter 444 I Just Want to Protect You
Five years ago, she also handed him her resignation letter in this cafe.
That day his mother sent someone to deliver a check, saying, "Take the money and leave the pavilion, don't dirty the Xuanyuan family's door lintel."
She didn't accept the check and just wrote "I wish you well" at the end of her resignation letter.
She thought everything was decent, but who could have imagined that Jiang Shutong would kill her!
Xuanyuan Ge's fingers clenched around his coffee cup. "My mom has been suspended."
"This isn't your mother's problem."
Han Lingcui knocked over his chair as he stood up. "We shouldn't have had any contact."
She grabbed her canvas bag and hurried out of the cafe. As the glass door closed behind her, she heard him call her name.
The sunlight passed through the leaves of the sycamore tree and fell to the ground, like scattered gold, but she didn't dare to look back.
When I got home, Xunxun was lying on the carpet drawing.
Shen Hanxing poked his head out from the kitchen.
"I heard a rumor that someone tried to get a woman into Xuanyuan Pavilion, and he sent her directly to the police station."
Han Lingcui took off his coat and saw a little person with a ponytail in the painting, standing next to three figures holding hands.
"Right now, all those other things are not as important as Xunxun's paintings."
Shen Hanxing was stunned for a moment.
Suddenly I felt that I was really talking too much.
In fact, Han Lingcui is very determined and I am afraid he will never look back in this life.
In her heart, she supported Han Lingcui.
Five years ago, Xuanyuan Pavilion couldn't protect her and even suspected her.
This time, has Xuanyuan Pavilion really grown?
Even if I have grown up, can the hurt and pain of these five years just go away like this?
It would be better for us to forget each other.
We can still keep a little beauty in each other's hearts.
So, she didn't say much, just smiled and said, "Okay."
My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text message from an unfamiliar number.
[Lin Weiwei admitted it was Xuanyuan Hao who asked her to come.]
Han Lingcui stared at the screen for a long time, but eventually deleted the message.
…
In the meeting room of Xuanyuan Group's legal department, the incandescent lights hurt people's eyes.
Lin Weiwei sat at the end of the long table, the notebook in front of her was open, and the ballpoint pen had rolled to the ground.
Across from her, Xuanyuan Hao's mother was crying and beating her chest: "My Haohao was just confused for a moment! Ge'er, please forgive him this time for the sake of our relationship..."
Xuanyuan Ge leaned back in his chair, tapping the table with his fingertips, the rhythm exactly the same as when he was reviewing the contract five years ago.
Han Lingcui always said that his action was like a countdown, and every time he knocked the third time, someone would be in trouble.
"A moment of confusion?"
He picked up a printout of the surveillance video. "She forged an identity to enter headquarters, spiked her coffee with sleeping pills, and even filmed an obscene video to threaten her. Second Aunt, do you think this is a moment of madness?"
Second Aunt's cry suddenly stopped, as if someone had strangled her throat. Xuanyuan Hao beside her shrank his neck, not daring to look up at him.
The legal director pushed his glasses up. "According to the criminal law, forging company documents and committing extortion with intent carries a combined sentence of at least three years."
"Three years?"
Second Aunt suddenly rushed over and tried to grab his arm, but when she was stopped by the security guard, she screamed, "Xuanyuan Pavilion, you can't be so cruel! We are a family! Your grandfather loves Haohao the most..."
"My grandfather also said, every family has its own rules, and every country has its own laws."
Xuanyuan Ge stood up and straightened the collar of his shirt. "Give the evidence to the police. We'll decide the verdict according to the rules."
When he walked out of the conference room, the corridor was full of employees.
Some people were still holding documents in their hands. When they saw him coming, they lowered their heads, but they couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of their eyes.
My third cousin Xuanyuan Zhi came out of the elevator with a briefcase in his hand, as if he had just returned from outside.
The two met eyes in the middle of the corridor. The old man's eyes were complicated, but he finally nodded at him.
"The cultural tourism project in the west of the city," Xuanyuan Zhi suddenly said, "I asked the vice president to re-evaluate it and send it to you tomorrow."
Xuanyuan Ge watched him walk into the elevator. As the metal door slowly closed, he heard a sigh from inside.
When I returned to the office, there was a cup of hot coffee on the table, and a sticky note with a crooked smiley face drawn on it was stuck on the wall of the cup.
The new assistant stood timidly at the door: "I...I see you haven't had your coffee all morning..."
Xuanyuan Ge picked up the coffee cup and found that it was just the right temperature.
He suddenly remembered that Han Lingcui always said that coffee tastes best at 75 degrees. If it is too hot, it will be bitter, and if it is too cold, it will be astringent.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window holding his phone, and saw the hustle and bustle of traffic downstairs.
The world seems to be bustling with people, but there is no way for him.
Why.
Can't everything go back to the past?
…
Next to the slide in the kindergarten, Han Lingcui watched Xunxun chasing and playing with the other children.
Shen Hanxing sat on the bench, flipping through a parenting book, but the corner of her eye kept following her.
"Actually, you don't need to ask for leave." Chen Hanxing closed the book, "Xuanyuan Pavilion..."
"I'm not doing this for him."
Han Lingcui tugged at the corner of her clothes and said, "I just suddenly can't figure out why I liked him back then."
She liked the way his profile looked focused during meetings, the way he could make difficult clients speechless, and even the way he would occasionally childishly snatch the last cookie from her.
But all these likes shattered like shards of glass in front of his mother's cold check.
Chen Hanxing held her hand: "People will change."
Han Lingcui smiled and looked up to see a black car parked in front of the kindergarten.
The car window rolled down, revealing Xuanyuan Ge's profile.
He didn't get out of the car, but just sat in it and looked at this side, like a silent sculpture.
Xunxun ran over and pulled her hand: "Auntie Han, that...uncle is here again."
This is his third day here.
Without saying a word or getting off the bus, he just sat there quietly until the school bell rang.
"Ignore him." Han Lingcui picked up Xunxun, but bumped into someone when he turned around.
Xuanyuan Hao's mother rushed in at some point, her hair disheveled and her eyes bloodshot.
"Han Lingcui! You vixen! It was you who instigated Xuanyuan Pavilion to harm my son!"
The woman lunged at her and tried to tear her hair, but was stopped by the security guard. Han Lingcui took a few steps back, hugging Xunxun, and her back slammed against the slide's handrail, causing her to gasp in pain.
"The police will find out what your son did."
She held Xunxun in her arms, her voice steady, "But if you dare to hurt the child, I guarantee you won't even have visitation rights."
The woman was still screaming and a car horn was heard in the distance.
Xuanyuan Pavilion's car rushed over and stopped three meters away from them.
He strode over, first checked Han Lingcui's back, then touched Xunxun's head: "Are you okay?"
"Xuan, Mr. Xuanyuan..." the security guard stammered, "We can't stop him..."
"Call the police." Xuanyuan Ge's voice was as cold as ice. "Illegal trespassing and threats of violence will be dealt with together."
He looked at Second Aunt, who was still throwing a tantrum, his eyes devoid of any warmth: "Second Aunt, this is the last time."
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