Nie Shirong's face immediately turned extremely embarrassed. She gritted her teeth, caught up with him, and went straight to the point, "Mr. Sikong, I've been sidelined at the hospital. Did I do something wrong?"
Sikong Jingyu stopped and looked down at Nie Shirong, a slight smile playing on his lips: "What mistake did you make that you're asking me?"
Sikong Jingyu was clearly smiling, but Nie Shirong felt inexplicably afraid.
His eyes were beautiful, yet as deep as a still pool, impossible to fathom, and seemingly capable of drawing one's soul in.
Those eyes are far too dangerous.
Nie Shirong's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but take a step back, barely maintaining her composure as she confronted him, her voice lowered: "I don't understand what Mr. Sikong means."
"Since you're not clear, let me remind you: are you sure the list of photos you showed me includes all the staff in the department?" Sikong Jingyu curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his smile wicked.
Nie Shirong's heart sank. Could it be that Sikong Jingyu really knew?
“Whether you believe it or not, Mr. Sikong, that is indeed a photo of all the staff in the department at that time,” Nie Shirong insisted.
“I have already asked the other employees in your department privately, why didn’t you say anything about the personnel transfers?”
"I thought it wasn't important, so I didn't say anything." Nie Shirong's back was already sweating, but she still stubbornly denied it. Anyway, as long as she didn't admit it, what could Sikong Jingyu do?
"You should be glad I'm not angry right now, otherwise do you think you'd still be standing here talking to me?"
Sikong Jingyu curled his thin, cool lips and glanced sideways at Nie Shirong.
Nie Shirong's face turned pale. She subconsciously wanted to back away, but she felt that she must not lose her composure at this moment. If she felt guilty, wouldn't that confirm that she had deliberately concealed the truth?
So Nie Shirong mustered her courage and said, "Mr. Sikong, I didn't know beforehand that the personnel transfer in the department was so important to you, otherwise I would have told you the list of logistics and cleaning staff as well. Please give me another chance!"
Sikong Jingyu sneered: "I've already given you the opportunity, but you didn't seize it. Who can you blame?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sikong Jingyu turned and walked out without any hesitation.
Nie Shirong stood there, stunned, her ears ringing. Sikong Jingyu was so resolute, leaving her no room for negotiation.
Is this how she'll be from now on?
No, she was not willing to accept it!
"Mr. Sikong! Mr. Sikong!"
Nie Shirong chased after him, but Sikong Jingyu completely ignored her.
As soon as Sikong Jingyu stepped out of the company's gate, a figure rushed towards him: "Sikong Jingyu, die!"
Nie Shirong had a sudden inspiration.
The opportunity... has arrived!
The sharp dagger gleamed blindingly in the sunlight. Sikong Jingyu's eyes narrowed, and he quickly dodged. A dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and Nie Shirong stood in front of Sikong Jingyu.
Security guards rushed forward and subdued the assailant in a few moves. Zhou Yuran was pinned to the ground by the guards, his face contorted with rage: "Sikong Jingyu, if it weren't for you, how could I be living like this now? Sikong Jingyu, I curse you to grow old alone and never get the one you love!"
It was just a mouse caught in a trap, struggling in its death throes. Sikong Jingyu coldly said, "Take it to the police station."
Zhou Yuran, who was cursing and swearing, was taken away by security guards.
Nie Shirong, who had been stabbed by Zhou Yuran, began to tremble slightly. Her clothes on her abdomen were gradually stained red, and drops of blood fell to the ground.
Sikong Jingyu's expression changed, and he quickly pulled Nie Shirong, who was blocking his way, aside. "Who told you to take a knife for me?"
Nie Shirong shook her head painfully, lying without batting an eye, "This was... an unconscious action."
"If you don't rush at me, I can dodge on my own! Don't think that I'll soften just because you're like this!" Sikong Jingyu's voice was cold and indifferent.
Nie Shirong gave a bitter smile, her eyes reddening: "I'm sorry, Mr. Sikong, I just... didn't want you to get hurt."
Sikong Jingyu frowned upon hearing this, his eyes filled with disgust. He released her hand and said, "What does it matter to you whether I get hurt or not? Don't do this kind of useless work again. Take her to the hospital."
After speaking, Sikong Jingyu turned and left without looking back.
Nie Shirong stared blankly in the direction Sikong Jingyu had left, her eyes red and swollen. She reached out and covered the wound on her abdomen, panting. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead from the pain.
Is this man really so heartless?
"Miss Nie, let me take you to the hospital first," Sun Yang said.
That's all we can do for now. Nie Shirong looked away, nodded, and went to the hospital with Sun Yang.
For several days in a row, Sikong Jingyu did not visit Nie Shirong in the hospital, even though she was injured because of him.
Just as Nie Shirong was feeling restless and impatient, wanting to go see Sikong Jingyu again, Sikong Jingyu's assistant, Sun Yang, appeared in Nie Shirong's hospital room.
The moment Nie Shirong saw Sun Yang, her eyes lit up, and she quickly asked, "Assistant Sun, will Mr. Sikong be coming today?"
"I'm very busy," Sun Yang replied tactfully.
Nie Shirong's face darkened.
“Miss Nie,” Sun Yang suddenly spoke.
Nie Shirong looked up and stared directly at Sun Yang, tears welling in her eyes: "Assistant Sun, is Mr. Sikong really not willing to give me another chance?"
Sun Yang glanced at Nie Shirong with a complicated expression. She had taken the knife for her master, but he didn't even want to look at her. How pitiful.
After a long while, Sun Yang relayed his grandfather's original words: "Although I didn't ask you to take the knife, you were still injured because of me, so I'm giving you another chance. I'll tell you to behave yourself. Here's 200,000 yuan. Consider it your medical expenses and lost wages during your hospitalization. From now on, we'll be even."
Nie Shirong burst into tears of joy and nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Mr. Sikong, for giving me another chance."
When it came to money, Nie Shirong didn't mention it at all.
If they truly wanted to save lives, why would they directly accept money?
No wonder he still didn't like her even though she was injured saving him. He really understood women and had foresight.
Sun Yang put down the card and turned to leave.
In the Phantom VIP room, Sikong Jingyu sat on the sofa, downing glass after glass of wine. The carefree spirit of the past was gone from his eyes, replaced by a deep, unyielding sadness and loneliness.
Fu Siming hurriedly urged him to drink: "Hey, hey, hey... I know you're happy about the divorce, but you don't have to drink so much."
Sikong Jingyu got his divorce as he wished, but he wasn't happy.
After more than four years of anticipation, Sikong Jingyu was indeed very happy before he found out that the woman was Shi Wan. But ever since he found out that Shi Wan was her, or rather, ever since he found out that she was Shi Wan, Sikong Jingyu could no longer be happy.
Another glass of wine was poured into his stomach.
Fu Siming then noticed that Sikong Jingyu's usually arrogant and unruly peach blossom eyes were now misty with tears, making him look exceptionally lonely and forlorn.
Even Fu Siming, who was usually closest to Sikong Jing, had never seen him like this before.
It seems she's truly in love this time!
Upon hearing Fu Siming's words, Xu Weizhou, who was in the private room, had a glint in his eyes and a malicious smile on his lips: "Mr. Sikong, are you really divorced?"
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