Chapter 57 I figured it out but got blocked:D
Late at night, Qi Yu received a notification that his resignation application had been approved.
He hadn't been sleeping well recently and didn't feel sleepy at all at this time, so he saw the notification as soon as it popped up.
Being able to see this notification means that Feng Ji is not asleep yet.
Thinking of that man's strong desire to control him, he actually decided to let him go in such a short time. Either he was possessed by a ghost, or his confession and tears in front of the elevator awakened his few remaining consciences.
In short, without the constraints of the contract, he can now leave Beijing without any worries.
Qi Yu held his phone and stared at the message [Just now, "Mr. Feng" has approved your resignation application] for a long time before he raised his hand to send a message to Fang Kaize.
Qi Yu: [Kaize, my resignation application has been approved. I can start buying tickets now.]
Fang Kaize was probably still playing games at this point. He immediately replied after receiving the message: "Approved?! Okay, I'll go grab some tickets. I just got a free ticket-grabbing app, let me try it out and see if it works!"
Pray for an encounter: [Good]
Half an hour later, Fang Kaize returned triumphantly with two first-class high-speed rail tickets.
It takes about four hours to drive from Beijing North to Fang Kaize’s hometown.
The departure time is the day after tomorrow at noon. Qi Yuzuo couldn't sleep now, so he got up and packed his suitcase.
Because it was winter, all the clothes he bought were thick and took up quite a lot of space, so Qi Yu packed two suitcases by himself. As for other daily necessities, he planned to buy them when he arrived at the destination.
After tidying up, Qi Yu finally felt a little tired. He turned off the lights, wrapped himself in the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep in a daze.
Perhaps because of his successful resignation, Qi Yu felt relieved. He slept through the night and didn't wake up until ten o'clock the next day.
Unexpectedly, when I woke up, the secretariat group was already in an uproar.
There were countless messages tagged to him, almost all of which were asking why Qi Yu’s business card could no longer be seen in the company’s backend work group.
To join Fengshi, you need to join two groups on the same platform: one is the company's independent backend program group and department group, and the other is the WeChat work group.
Employees are required to leave WeChat work groups on their own, but the company's backend program automatically removes employees from the backend group chat once they successfully resign.
Xiao Li: [??? Special Assistant Qi, why are you no longer in the group? Not only the department group is gone, but the main group is gone too! What's going on? Does anyone know what's going on? ]
Xiao Li: [(Backstage group screenshot.jpg)]
Xiao Zhang: [Holy crap! What the hell? Is there a system bug? Tech department, I really want to tell you off.]
Liu Yu: […I asked the head of the technical department, and he said the system was running normally and there were no bugs.]
Xiao Li: [??? @Qi Te Zhu]
Xiao Chen: [ber? ? ? @Qi Te Zhu]
Liu Yu: [What happened to Qi Tezhu? You're not going to resign, are you? @Qi Tezhu]
Xiao Wang: [Huh?! ! ! ! I thought even if I was laid off, Special Assistant Qi wouldn't resign. qaqqq Special Assistant Qi, what on earth happened? Why did you resign? @Special Assistant Qi]
Xiao Zhang: [QAQ No, why so sudden? Qi, how can we live without you? Is there still a chance to save this relationship?]
Qi Yu didn't get up to wash, but half leaned on the pillow and replied to the messages in the group.
Qi Yu: [Due to personal reasons, I no longer feel suitable to continue working at the company. I am leaving normally. Please don't worry. @All members]
These words were like a bolt from the blue to the ears of the secretariat.
Normal resignation = broke up with Feng Ji.
Whether from the perspective of daily interactions or from the perspective of CP, they all felt like the sky was falling.
Except for Andy Lau who had already noticed it in advance, almost everyone could not accept it.
However, no matter how much they asked, Qi Yu did not reveal any reason for his resignation.
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"No, bro, what's wrong with you? You called me out but I didn't say anything. You just sat here drinking. Are you thirsty?"
Zhou Jiacheng held the grape orange juice in his hand but didn't drink a sip. Instead, he was frightened by Feng Ji's reckless drinking method. He reached out to grab it several times but failed.
However, no matter how he asked, the other party didn't say a word, as if he was called out just to use his nagging as BGM to entertain himself.
Zhou Jiacheng used his clever brain to think for a moment, and suddenly asked: "What happened between you and Qi Yu?"
This sentence triggered the key words, and Feng Ji finally looked up at him.
Zhou Jiacheng didn't expect that he had guessed right, and was immediately surprised and said, "No, buddy, you two are inseparable every day, what happened to make you so upset? Did you have a fight with Qi Yu?"
Feng Ji lowered his eyelids.
Zhou Jiacheng stuttered upon seeing this, "B-Break up...?"
Feng Ji's grip on the wine glass slowly tightened. From Zhou Jiacheng's perspective, he could clearly see the bulging veins on the back of the man's hand.
Zhou Jiacheng: "Qi Yu has such a good temper, it's definitely not his fault. Have you done anything to offend him?!"
"Just tell me what's going on. Are you pretending to be an expert by keeping silent? If you don't tell me, I'll call Qi Yu..."
As he said this, he pretended to take out his cell phone, but as expected, Feng Ji grabbed his hand.
"Qi Yu resigned." He finally spoke the first words of the day. His voice was hoarse and dry, and there were dark circles under his eyes, as if he had not slept all night.
Zhou Jiacheng sat up straight upon hearing this.
If it's just a breakup, there is still a superior-subordinate relationship between the two people, and there is a contract between them. They will meet each other no matter what. They spend a long time together in daily life and still have feelings for each other, so getting back together is a matter of time.
What's more, for a career-oriented person like Qi Yu, it would be difficult for him to give up the position he had held for three years unless he really encountered something big.
But now, Feng Ji actually said that Qi Yu had resigned?
Zhou Jiacheng asked anxiously, "What immoral thing did you do to force someone to resign?"
Feng Ji raised his eyes, met Zhou Jiacheng's gaze, and said in a hoarse voice, "He knew that I installed a surveillance camera at his door, and the locator was also discovered..."
Zhou Jiacheng was stunned by these two short sentences.
"You..." Zhou Jiacheng raised his finger and pointed at him, "You...you...you are a psychopath..."
After saying that, he seemed to remember something and couldn't help muttering: "Okay, you are indeed a psychopath...but aren't you cured?"
As Feng Ji's childhood friend, Zhou Jiacheng knew Feng Ji relatively well. Why was he relatively well? Because there was a long period of time in between when he couldn't meet Feng Ji in person, and he couldn't even chat with him on the phone.
He didn't know exactly what happened to Feng Ji during that period. He only knew that Feng Ji's father died suddenly, and his biological mother was soon put into a mental hospital. Feng Ji was sent to the hospital by his grandparents and was not released until he had been treated for a long time.
After Feng Ji was discharged from the hospital, his family found a way to take his mother out of the mental hospital. Since then, Feng Ji has continued to live with his mother in the old house.
It was not until he grew up and took charge of the Feng family that he moved out of the old house completely.
Zhou Jiacheng could probably guess the general direction of the matter. If it was really as he thought, Feng Ji might have suffered a great shock, so serious that he had to be hospitalized for treatment, but he was able to be discharged from the hospital later, which meant that he was almost cured. In the years they spent together, Feng Ji was no different from a normal person.
As a result, the normal person now told him that she was not fully recovered at all. Not only that, she also scared away her boyfriend because of her abnormal behavior.
"Then what should we do? Have you explained to him?" Zhou Jiacheng pointed to his head tentatively, "Explain that you have a disease here."
After he finished speaking, he felt that he had said something nonsense.
Qi Yu is a person who looks cold but is actually kind and soft-hearted. This kind of person has a gentle nature and there is an emotional foundation between the two. If he really knew that the real reason why his lover behaved like this was mental trauma, he would not resolutely resign and break up.
"So not only were your awful deeds discovered, but you still won't explain? Having a boyfriend who's full of lies and suspected of being a pervert deserves Qi Yu to run away. I'd run away too if I were him. If you weren't my bro, I'd even want to call the police on Qi Yu's behalf."
It was a rare occasion when Zhou Jiacheng pointed at his nose and scolded Feng Ji, but he did not refute, but just drank even more.
Zhou Jiacheng asked again, "Qi Yu's resignation required your approval, didn't it? Did you agree?"
Feng Ji nodded woodenly.
Zhou Jiacheng: "You actually agreed? I thought you would do something like lock him up..."
Feng Ji moved his hand that was holding the wine glass and whispered, "He will hate me."
The moment Feng Ji saw the resignation letter from Qi Yu, his rationality collapsed for a moment and his emotions unsurprisingly got out of control.
This was the biggest emotional ups and downs he had ever experienced in his adult life, and the first thing that came to his mind was to lock the person up.
Qi Yu has no relatives in Beijing. Apart from his three roommates, the person closest to him is himself.
With his power and wealth, it would be easy for him to imprison someone.
But he also knew that if he really did that, there would be no recovery between them.
Feng Ji could only force himself to calm down, change clothes and go upstairs to find Qi Yu to ask for clarification. Qi Yu was not at home, so he waited for five hours.
But he did not wait for the other party to soften his heart, instead, his heart was burned by those tears.
Zhou Jiacheng pinched his brows and said, "Although I am your friend, I have not experienced your past and cannot fully empathize with your feelings. I can only give you some advice from my perspective."
"Perhaps it would be painful and embarrassing for you to open your scar and show it to others, but since you were the one who did the wrong thing first, you should give Qi Yu an explanation."
"He is your lover, not your enemy. If you really want to win him back, don't shut him out. When he doesn't even cry for you, you're really done."
Zhou Jiacheng took the wine glass from Feng Ji's hand and stuffed his untouched grape orange juice into his mouth. "Think carefully about what I said."
"Don't drink too much. If you get drunk and go back, there won't be Special Assistant Qi to take care of you."
Feng Ji remained silent, but seeing that he didn't snatch the wine from him this time, Zhou Jiacheng knew that Feng Ji had listened to him.
But even if he listened, whether he could finally overcome the hurdle in his heart was not something that could be decided by just a few words from him.
But judging from Feng Ji's heartbroken look, it shouldn't last long.
The place they were in was a daytime cafe and nightlife bar. Soothing music was played in the shop during the day and the interior lights were dim. Not many people came during the day and the entire second floor only welcomed their table of guests.
After handing his drink to Feng Ji, Zhou Jiacheng ordered a glass of coconut water for himself. While waiting for the food to be delivered, he racked his brains to think of a solution for Feng Ji.
Although he thought Feng Ji's behavior was quite brutal, he had to help his buddy even after he scolded him. But before he could figure out the reason, Feng Ji's cell phone on the table rang.
The two of them looked over quickly at the same time, but the caller shown on the screen was not Qi Yu, whom Feng Ji had been thinking about, but a strange name called Zhou Jiacheng.
Who is Li Xinyue, Feng Ji's subordinate?
It was not until Feng Ji picked up the phone that he realized that it was not his subordinate but Party B.
"Hello, Mr. Feng, today is Sunday. It's been ten minutes since our agreed time. Hasn't the person you sent to pick up the ring arrived yet?"
Feng Ji was stunned. During this period of time, his heart was completely devoted to Qi Yu. He was thinking about how to win her back every day. His thoughts were in a mess and he even forgot about the ring.
"Sorry." Feng Ji stood up and was about to go out, "I'll go right away."
Seeing this, Zhou Jiacheng quickly pulled him back, cursing, "You've lost your wife, not your brain. You've drunk so much and still want to drive? I think you're just looking for death, waiting for your legs to be broken so you can beg Qi Yu for reconciliation, right? Send me the address and I'll get it for you."
After receiving the address sent by Feng Ji, which was not far from here, Zhou Jiacheng went downstairs and stepped on the accelerator.
While waiting for Zhou Jiacheng, Feng Ji habitually opened the chat box between himself and Qi Yu, clicked on the transfer interface cautiously, entered a number at random, and clicked pay.
The transfer function is normal, Qi Yu did not delete him.
Feng Ji breathed a sigh of relief and moved his fingers to send a message to Qi Yu, wanting to ask where he was and what he was doing, but he deleted the message that he habitually asked questions in a hurry just after editing it.
He has already reaped the consequences of his abnormal desire for control, and he must never do anything again that would make Qi Yu uncomfortable.
Suppressing the intense uneasiness and depression that surged in his heart, he placed his phone directly on the table and forced himself to focus on the juice in front of him.
Twenty minutes later, familiar footsteps were heard on the stairs.
Zhou Jiacheng was holding an exquisite little bag in his hand. He walked over and placed it directly in front of Feng Ji. "I brought it for you. I see that place looks like a design studio. They've won many international awards. The design fees must be expensive. You don't look like someone with artistic talent. What did you order?"
Feng Ji took the paper bag and said, "Engagement ring."
Zhou Jiacheng: “…”
Zhou Jiacheng: "So, if this hadn't happened, you were planning to propose to Qi Yu, right?"
Feng Ji: "Yeah."
Zhou Jiacheng sat down and racked his brains to comfort her, "It's a good thing it was revealed before you proposed. Otherwise, if Qi Yu found out after you got married, you'd end up getting a divorce."
Just after he finished speaking a high-EQ consolation sentence, Zhou Jiacheng immediately shut up after seeing Feng Ji's expression.
I can't say anymore.
Besides, it felt like Feng Ji was about to jump.
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The weekend passed, and although there was only one week left before they could go home for the New Year holiday, this did not prevent the secretariat from being filled with gloom. While they were gloomy, they did not forget to observe that Mr. Feng came to work alone today, and his mood was even bleaker than they thought.
Throughout the entire day, the news of Qi's resignation spread rapidly throughout the entire group, and the small group without a leader was discussing the matter privately.
Some speculated that Special Assistant Qi had changed jobs and found a better future. Others speculated that after over three years of dedicated work, his body could no longer handle the intense workload and he resigned to recuperate. However, only the secretariat knew that Special Assistant Qi had resigned because he was angered by General Feng.
It is a big regret in life that the couple you are shipping is suspected to be a failure, but the bigger regret is that after Qi Yu left, half of the work he usually undertook was assigned to Andy Lau, and the other half was reviewed by the big boss himself. The remaining miscellaneous trivial matters were evenly distributed to everyone else in the secretariat.
The secretariat members who were still working hard before the New Year once again felt the importance of Special Assistant Qi.
Leopard Cat Cat please get back together quickly QAQ
There is really no end to the work!
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Although it was a noon train, the power of the Spring Festival travel rush had begun to show as the Chinese New Year was approaching. There were a lot of cars heading to the high-speed railway station recently. In order to avoid being late, Qi Yu and Fang Kaize left home two hours early.
This decision was very correct. Both of them were stuck in traffic, but because they left home early, when they arrived at the station, there was still half an hour before ticket checking, which was just the right time.
After quitting his job, Qi Yu only wore pajamas at home every day. This time when he went back to his hometown with Fang Kaize, he did not take the dull-colored clothes in the cloakroom that reminded him of Feng Shi. Today he wore a light blue mid-length cotton jacket that he had bought not long ago, and a pair of beige fleece wide-leg pants. Because he was afraid of the cold, he also wore a scarf, hat and gloves, almost wrapping himself up completely.
The two met at the station, and Fang Kaize's eyes were filled with nostalgia when he saw Qi Yu for the first time.
"I haven't seen you dressed like this in a while. You said you should wear more clothes of this color since your skin is so fair. You look exactly like when you were a freshman. In one word, young!"
"I brought a lot of similar clothes in my suitcase. You can look at them enough during the New Year." Qi Yu laughed at his exaggerated tone.
The seats in the entire waiting hall, including the massage chairs, were already occupied. The two of them could only drag their suitcases and stand not far from the ticket gate.
There were many people in the waiting hall, and since they were squeezed together, it wasn't as cold as outside. As soon as Qi Yu came in, he took off his scarf and stuffed it into his backpack.
Fang Kaize looked at Qi Yu's drooping eyelashes from the side and asked hesitantly, "After the New Year...are you going back to Beijing?"
Qi Yu exhaled a breath of air and replied in a low voice: "I haven't thought about it yet."
Fang Kaize seemed to be hesitant to speak after hearing this, but in the end he didn't say anything more and changed the subject.
They chatted about everything under the sun and finally got to the train station.
There was no heating in the carriage, but Qi Yu was wearing warm clothes, and with the windows closed and no wind, he didn't feel that cold.
Fang Kaize started yawning as soon as he got on the train. Ever since he was laid off, he started playing games as a revenge and slept very late every day. When the train started, he asked a passing conductor for a blanket, said something to Qi Yu, and then fell asleep.
Qi Yu was not sleepy and couldn't think of anything else to do, so he began to scroll aimlessly on the screen of his mobile phone.
He did not exit the secretariat group chat, which was now constantly popping up messages.
After reading through them, I found that only after he left did I realize how heavy his workload was, and I asked him if he would come back in the future.
Qi Yu did not choose to reply.
He himself has not yet made any plans for the future.
My mind was empty, and it unconsciously drifted to the person in the pinned column.
He and Feng Ji haven't chatted for more than a week, and the last chat record was thirteen days ago.
Because he hadn't spoken again, Feng Ji's chat box had fallen to the bottom, even the file transfer assistant could surpass him. This kind of thing would never have happened before.
Qi Yu stared at the disgusting note that Feng Ji had made using his phone, and suddenly raised his hand and clicked on it, deleting all the words one by one.
When the remarks column became blank, Qi Yu stopped and remained silent for a long time. Then, as if he had made a decision, he dragged Feng Ji into the blacklist and also blocked his mobile phone number.
His decision to return to Fang Kaize's hometown was a last-minute one, and Feng Ji was unaware of it. He had originally planned to stay in Beijing and spend the year with Feng Ji, but after this incident, Qi Yu didn't even want to see Feng Ji, let alone celebrate the New Year together.
But according to Qi Yu's understanding of Feng Ji, this man could endure it for a day or two, but once he found out that he had left Beijing, he would definitely find ways to contact him.
It would be better to block them now and prevent this from happening at the root.
After doing all this, Qi Yu was in a daze for a long time.
When he looked out the window again, he was surprised to find that snowflakes had been falling outside the window without him noticing.
The sun hid in the thick clouds, the weather was gloomy and cold, and even the green mountains in the distance were covered with a layer of gray.
The train was moving at full speed.
He was already very far away from Beijing.
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It seemed that because they were about to have a holiday, even though the workload increased sharply in the last week, the secretarial department staff felt that time passed very quickly every day and the New Year was coming in the blink of an eye.
At the end of the year, Feng gave each employee a New Year's red envelope in advance, and the year-end bonus was calculated separately. The whole company was filled with joy.
Feng Ji had already asked the finance department to transfer Qi Yu's year-end bonus into his account, but looking at the thick employee red envelope in his hand, Feng Ji decided to hand it to Qi Yu personally.
As the working day draws to a close, the small group in the secretariat becomes lively again.
They were all wondering whether President Feng would stay and work overtime today.
I heard from other colleagues who worked overtime that some of them had tight tasks on hand and left the company at around 10 or 11 o'clock in the evening. When they went out and looked upstairs, the lights in the president's office were still on, and President Feng had no intention of leaving get off work.
After Special Assistant Qi resigned, the length of time President Feng worked overtime almost broke the record of any previous day.
Although the boss's diligent group can also move to a higher level, being so diligent is a bit scary.
But without Qi Yu, no one in the secretariat dared to persuade them, and the messages in the small group mentioning Qi Yu fell on deaf ears. Gradually, the others stopped asking. Although they still had hope in their hearts, they had basically decided that this couple might really be over...
But what was beyond their expectation today was that the door of the president's office was pushed open before six o'clock.
Judging from Mr. Feng's appearance, it doesn't seem like he is going out on a whim, but rather like he is going to leave work early.
Several people watched Feng Ji hurriedly walk into the elevator, and the fire of hope in their hearts was rekindled.
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Beijing is still cold in February, and there are almost no people on the streets. When the car drives near Yulong Bay, you can vaguely see a few passers-by walking hurriedly in the cold wind on the sidewalk.
He left work a few minutes early today, and before the traffic jam, he quickly returned to Yulong Bay.
Taking the elevator to the 12th floor again, Feng Ji felt for the first time what it meant to be homesick.
It has only been three days since I last came here.
He held a red envelope as big as a brick in his hand, hesitated at the door for a long time, and nervously pressed the doorbell.
Through the heavy security door, he could vaguely hear the ding-dong sound coming from inside, but he waited at the door for a long time and no one came to open it.
Feng Ji was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.
It was still quiet inside.
At this time, Qi Yu might have gone out to eat with friends.
Feng Ji thought about it and slowly stood aside.
As time passed, my brain, which had been paralyzed by work for the past few days, finally started to move.
The joy of the upcoming meeting, the torment of waiting, and the surging longing that erupted in vain all made his body tremble uncontrollably.
He was miserable without Qi Yu by his side. He had uninstalled all the monitoring apps. Whenever he became anxious because he couldn't find out Qi Yu's whereabouts, he would increase his workload and use fatigue to suppress his nature.
These days, he often dreams of Qi Yu crying.
Big tears flowed down his cheeks, and his heartbroken look always woke him up in the middle of the night, and he kept his eyes open until dawn for the rest of the time.
Qi Yu was so sad because of him.
What Zhou Jiacheng said was absolutely right. If it were someone else, and they found out that their partner did something like this, they would run away the moment they found out, not to mention listening to the other person's explanation.
But Qi Yu didn't. Qi Yu gave him many chances, but he was too timid and stubborn, and betrayed his lover's trust.
Feng Ji was unwilling to analyze that quagmire-like experience to anyone. Every time he recalled it, his mouth and nasal cavity seemed to be filled with foul-smelling mud, making it hard for him to breathe.
But if the consequence of hiding it is losing Qi Yu...
Feng Ji couldn't imagine what would become of him now that he and Qi Yu had become strangers. The unbearable past had already weighed him down for years, and if he allowed it to drag him down any longer, he would only end up hurting the person he loved most.
He had to explain everything to Qi Yu today, otherwise if this continued, he would go crazy.
The elevator hall was still cold. Feng Ji put his hands into his coat pockets to keep warm, staring at the elevator door without blinking, and stood against the wall for a long time.
It gets dark early in winter, and the sky is already pitch black. The lights outside the window are just coming on, making the gloomy clouds in the sky look warm.
The lights in the silent elevator hall had already been dimmed, and only the man's quiet breathing could be vaguely heard.
I waited from seven to eleven o'clock, and the numbers on the small screen of the elevator in front of me went up and down, but never stopped at the 12th floor.
Feng Ji's hands and feet had already become stiff. He exhaled, turned on his phone, and clicked on the only chat box on the top bar again.
For so many days, whenever Feng Ji wanted to send a message to Qi Yu, he would recall the young man crying and saying that it would be painful for him to see him. From then on, every coded message would be deleted by him in its entirety.
This was the first time, Feng Ji pressed the send button without hesitation.
However, he found that although the text was not deleted by him this time, it still failed to be sent.
The bright red exclamation mark stung the man's eyes.
Qi Yu blocked him.
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The author has something to say: Good news: I figured it out
Bad news: I was blocked by my wife and I don’t know where she is.
Just like that, I set out on a journey to find my wife while dropping my little pearls [heart]
(I ate roasted sweet potato skin again today, but it didn’t taste as good as the first time… Maybe I’ve been abandoned by the sweet potato skin god [clown]
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