I dare not take the blame for this!
Su Rao had indeed bullied Yan Zhi a lot in the past because of her seniority, but this time it's really not Su Rao's fault!
Su Rao, being straightforward, shirked responsibility: "Secretary Yan's crying wasn't because of me."
"Hmm?" Leng Linli looked like he was listening to what she had to say.
Su Rao made a bitter face. Although it wasn't good to talk about other people's private matters, she could only say it once: "Secretary Yan was so sad because she was thinking of the person she loved most, and that person is already dead. President, it's really not my fault..."
Finally, Su Rao didn't forget to shirk responsibility.
"The person you love most?" Leng Linli raised an eyebrow.
Clearly, the key point that Leng Linli grasped was different from the key point that Su Rao wanted to emphasize.
"Boyfriend... I guess," Su Rao guessed.
Leng Linli paused, unsure of what to feel. His fists clenched unconsciously. Wasn't Yan Zhi's most beloved person... him?
After an unknown amount of time, Leng Linli mechanically waved his hand at Su Rao: "Go out, and close the door behind you."
"Yes, President." Su Rao replied obediently, but couldn't help craning her neck to see her president's reaction. She felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Su Rao's mind raced. In the past, the president wouldn't interfere too much with the minor squabbles between secretaries as long as they didn't affect work. But today, because Secretary Yan cried, he unexpectedly stepped in to warn her!
After leaving the CEO's office, Su Rao suddenly realized that the CEO might have taken a liking to Secretary Yan.
(ΩДΩ)！
Su Rao looked back at the tightly closed door of the president's office with a look of horror. She recalled that the president had never really yelled at Yan Zhi. In the entire president's office, apart from Yan Zhi, who among the other four had ever escaped this?
Isn't this discrimination?
What is this if not favoritism?
Thinking about it this way, Su Rao felt that there was a high possibility that the president had taken a liking to Yan Zhi!
In fact, if Su Rao had paid a closer look, she would have noticed that Yan Zhi was wearing black stockings before entering the president's office, but when she came out, she wasn't wearing stockings anymore. With a little observation, she could have guessed the trick.
Su Rao patted her chest. Thank goodness, before entering the president's office, she had decided to make peace with Yan Zhi.
Then it suddenly occurred to her, what if Yan Zhi didn't want to make peace with her?
She offended the future president's wife; will her future be miserable?
Thinking of this, Su Rao immediately sent a message to Yan Zhi, trying to make amends: "Secretary Yan, thank you so much for today. I was narrow-minded before. I hope you can forgive my petty mistake."
Yan Zhi quickly replied: "You flatter me."
After thinking it over, Su Rao sent another message: "If there's anything you need me for in the future, just say the word. I'll be at your service at any time."
"Thank you," Yan Zhi replied politely. She sensed that Su Rao was acting a bit strangely today, but didn't delve into it further.
Su Rao finally felt relieved when she saw those two words.
After get off work, Yan Zhi took a taxi to the cemetery.
She hadn't visited Feifei in a long time. She had lost her usual strength and was now quite fragile, looking as if a gentle breeze could knock her over.
Yan Zhi's eyes were somewhat blank: "Feifei, love, I've tried for you... but it's not as good as you expected."
Yan Zhi didn't say the second half of her sentence. She didn't want Fei Fei to hear her depressing words, and no one responded to her self-talk anymore.
It was already dark when Yan Zhi returned home. When Aunt Nan, the old servant of the Leng family, saw that Yan Zhi looked somewhat lost, her eyes showed concern: "Has the young mistress eaten yet?"
Actually, Yan Zhi had told Aunt Nan that it was fine to just call her by her name, but a month had passed and Aunt Nan still couldn't get over it.
Yan Zhi smiled wryly, looking somewhat listless: "Aunt Nan, there's no need to trouble yourself. I've already eaten. You should get some rest. I'll go upstairs now."
Yan Zhi went to bed early.
Tomorrow, she'll definitely be fully recovered, right?
When Leng Linli returned, it was already late at night.
Aunt Nan had practically watched Leng Linli grow up, and seeing the way Yan Zhi and Leng Linli interacted, she was very worried. The two of them had clearly had good times, so how did they suddenly become like this? They were either saying hurtful things in anger or being cold and ignoring each other. They worked at the same company, but they hadn't gone home together once in the past month.
Leng Linli looked somewhat listless, leaning back on the sofa, his slender fingers absentmindedly pinching his brow.
"Young Master, do you have a headache? Should I get you a painkiller?" Aunt Nan asked, her eyes full of concern.
Leng Linli waved his hand, looking somewhat tired: "No need."
A moment later, Leng Linli looked at Aunt Nan, his voice slightly hoarse: "Is she... asleep?"
she?
There are only three people in this room.
Aunt Nan quickly realized that the young master still cared about the young mistress, and felt a little gratified: "Oh, the young master is talking about the young mistress. She's already asleep."
Hearing that Yan Zhi was asleep, Leng Linli's brows, which had just relaxed, furrowed again. He had been working overtime until now, and she hadn't called him once!
How could she sleep when her husband didn't come home late at night?
Aren't you afraid of losing your position?
Oh right, she's going to divorce him anyway, so she probably isn't afraid anymore. Thinking of this, Leng Linli clenched his fist, feeling his head throb even more. No CEO has ever been as frustrated as him!
Did she used to wait for that person to come home?
The one that died.
Yan Zhi's most beloved person... wasn't him. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel a sense of loss. Leng Linli felt a nameless anger.
Leng Linli didn't know why he had to compare himself to a dead person, but he just felt uncomfortable. Something was pressing on his chest, making him very annoyed. Ever since he heard Secretary Su mention it, he had been unable to shake it off.
Aunt Nan still found a painkiller for Leng Linli, put warm water and the pill into Leng Linli's hand, and said earnestly, "Young Madam didn't eat dinner tonight, and she didn't look well when she came home. Did you two have a fight? Young people should talk things out when they have misunderstandings. Fighting hurts feelings. I shouldn't be saying these things, but don't think I'm being nosy. I can tell that Young Madam is a good girl."
Leng Linli remained silent, still sitting steadily on the sofa. Aunt Nan, seeing his indifferent demeanor, wondered if he had taken her words to heart.
After a long while, so long that Aunt Nan thought Leng Linli wouldn't respond, his deep voice came: "Hmm... I understand. Aunt Nan, you should go and rest. You're getting old, so you don't need to wait for me at night anymore."
Knowing that Leng Linli had taken her words to heart, Aunt Nan was delighted and a relieved smile appeared on her face: "Don't sleep in the study tonight. Couples often quarrel in bed and make up in bed. There's nothing that can't be resolved. Communicate more."
"Hmm..." Leng Linli responded indifferently, got up from the sofa, and went upstairs.
Why is she going to bed so early today?
Leng Linli walked to the door frame, where a warm yellow light shone through the crack. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door.
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