Chapter 91: Expulsion Order: She is the only one who can bully Fang Qingzhuo. ...
"Are you angry?"
Shen Qianshu reeked of alcohol and had to hold onto the wall to barely stand up.
Without giving him a second's glance, Luo Shu chose to ignore him and continued walking forward. Someone grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"
After trying to shake off the arm that was grabbed without success, Luo Shu stared at the culprit with cold eyes, unblinking: "It's none of your business."
No matter how sad or unwilling he was, facing Luo Shu like this, Shen Qianshu still let go of her hand.
"You forgive him?"
Luo Shu didn't answer.
"This is the first time you've turned your face away from me." Shen Qianshu spoke again with difficulty.
There were already many worries, and now they all came together. Luo Shu's tone was inevitably a little perfunctory: "So?"
Shen Qianshu rolled his Adam's apple, the smell of alcohol instantly flowing through his throat, "So, you two are reconciled?"
"You're drunk." Luo Shu knew it was impossible to communicate with a drunk, so she changed the subject and said, "I'll call a taxi to take you home."
"I'm perfectly clear-headed." Hearing her disguised order to leave, Shen Qianshu's chest felt like it was filled with something irritating, and his eyes immediately became sore. "Before, no matter how I targeted him, you just stood by and watched coldly."
"You misunderstood," Luo Shu interrupted him coldly. "I wasn't just standing by and watching, nor was I just sitting back and doing nothing. No matter how you acted before, no matter how much you talked, that was just a grudge between the two of you. But tonight is different. Tonight is at my house, and you shouldn't be huddled together at the dinner table and embarrassing him."
Shen Qianshu was anxious and defended himself incoherently: "But, I am helping you vent your anger."
Luo Shu asked back: "Did I ask you for help?"
At this moment, Shen Qianshu was like a clown possessed. In the face of a certain amount of grief and anger, no matter how strong the alcohol was, it was no match for him. His lowered eyelids trembled again and again, and his lips trembled as he couldn't utter a single word. For a long while, he said, "I just don't understand, what's so good about him?"
Luo Shu turned her head away: "There's nothing good about him."
The light from the corridor above shone on the two of them, illuminating Luo Shu's already biased heart, but not Shen Qianshu's increasingly dim eyes: "Okay, since you have forgotten what he did in the past, then let me remind you..."
Seeing the situation spiraling out of control with no room for maneuver, Luo Shu simply opened the window paper: "Ask yourself, are you speaking up for me, or are you trying to overpower him and defeat him to the point of being crazy and disregarding the occasion, priorities, and sense of proportion?"
The indignant expression on Shen Qianshu's face visibly froze: "Are you feeling sorry for him?"
If a person is determined to pretend to be asleep, the result is undeniable: no one will be able to wake him up.
Luo Shu stared straight into his eyes, which were blazing with alcohol. "Do you really think he can't see that you are deliberately forcing him to drink and deliberately sabotaging him? He clearly has many ways to refuse, but he chose not to do so because he knows that this is not downstairs in the residential complex, nor on the road to the company. This is at my house, and my parents are here. He is only playing along with you to save my parents' face."
After working so hard for so long, he was reduced to a nonsense hat. Shen Qianshu clenched his fists, and the remaining pride in his bones was crushed into powder by her: "Luo Shu, can you look back at me at least?"
Tong Menglin, supporting Jiang Xun, came out and saw a scene of undercurrents between Shen Qianshu and Luo Shu. From her perspective, Shen Qianshu's eyes were wet, like a bluffing puppy complaining about why his master didn't want him. Luo Shu had her back to them, so she couldn't see his expression.
Jiang Xun was vomiting loudly in there, and she could hear bits and pieces of his speech, but the trigger was very clear: it was for Fang Qingzhuo.
They had just had an argument in the bathroom about old matters. Jiang Xun accused her of speaking without thinking, which caused Luo Shu to leave the table in anger and indirectly offended Aunt Ai. But she was not only unrepentant, but also forced him to drink and become an accomplice to the evil.
She curled her lips innocently, tears almost bursting out. Luo Shu was angry. She was already feeling bad, and she became even more depressed after being scolded by Jiang Xun. But there is no reason in the world to turn your elbow outward.
But then Jiang Xun's words made her suddenly enlightened.
"Qian Shu is our friend, so it's right for us to protect him. But if we put ourselves in his shoes, it's hard to say in Luo Shu's eyes."
Tong Menglin swore she had no intention of interrupting them, but the two of them were stuck in the middle of the road, preventing her and Jiang Xun from leaving. "I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't interrupt at this time, but Jiang Xun is feeling really bad, he's vomiting so much he can't even stand up straight."
As if to prove that she was not lying, Jiang Xun hunched over and whimpered in pain twice.
Shen Qianshu was silent for a moment, took his eyes off Luo Shu, and without saying a word, took Jiang Xun's arm and put it on his shoulder and walked out.
"I'll take you down." Luo Shu followed closely behind.
Shen Qianshu passed by the dining table, glanced at the forcing man, and said jealously: "No need."
The noisy night returned to calm, and Luo Shu felt a little uncomfortable. She swept across the mess left on the table and decided to clean up the leftovers first.
The clattering of dishes was inevitable, and the unconscious man suddenly reacted, mumbling something.
Luo Shu wasn't sure whether Fang Qingzhuo was really blacking out or faking it. She also had no idea how much he could drink. If he was really blacking out, he should have found a place to sleep like Lao Luo. But then she thought, everyone has different faces, and he might be like this when he's drunk.
"Are you okay? Which hotel are you staying at? I'll have someone take you back to bed."
After poking it with his index finger, Fang Qingzhuo started to shake.
Luo Shu didn't believe it. How could he be so weak? She pushed down with another finger. Fang Qingzhuo slowly raised his face, slowly opened his eyelids, and moved his lips to speak confidently.
This time I heard it clearly: "My throat is dry, I want to drink some water."
Luo Shu took a cup of warm water and handed it to him, but Fang Qingzhuo refused to take it. She then forced it into his hand, but couldn't hold it firmly. There was no other way, so she had to hold the back of his neck and feed him little by little.
When faced with non-cooperation, Luo Shu would coax and threaten them.
After all this work, I was exhausted and sat down next to him to rest. I thought that serving God was just like this, and I had to send this big Buddha back quickly. I put down the empty water cup and took out my phone from my pocket: "Fang Qingzhuo, aren't you here on a business trip? Are there any colleagues coming with you?"
"It's not a business trip."
The four unclear words made Luo Shu's unlocking movements freeze, and just as she was about to speak, she bumped into the other person's misty pupils.
Fang Qingzhuo sat slumped in the chair, her bones as if soaked in alcohol to soften them, unable to lift a finger. But her gaze was very persistent. Just staring at her was not enough, he moved closer, and when their noses were almost touching, he stopped at the brink, then touched her cheek to study it.
"Why is this dream so real?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his head dropped and hit her shoulder unconsciously.
Luo Shu dared not move, blinking frequently in confusion, feeling her heart, which had just felt light for a short while, suddenly tightened again.
In this moment, she pondered over and over why she spoke for him tonight. Was it out of pity? Was it partiality? Finally, she concluded that all the abnormalities were attributed to her strange possessiveness. On this earth, she was the only one who could bully Fang Qingzhuo, and Fang Qingzhuo deserved only her beatings and scoldings. No one else should even think about it.
While she was distracted, the man hanging on her began to become restless, staggering back and forth and rubbing his nose against her collarbone frantically.
"Don't you miss me at all? I miss you so much, I can't even dream. It's all because of that astrology blogger you told me to follow. He said that every time you dream of someone, your connection with them decreases. What bullshit? I just don't believe it. I flew 6,000 kilometers to stare blankly downstairs at your house, and then you really left. Didn't I just couldn't resist and sent you a message through the app?"
The mumbling with a tearful tone hit her fragile eardrums again and again. She leaned over Fang Qingzhuo's ups and downs on his back, opened her mouth, but could not utter a positive response. She just patted him gently and forcefully to comfort him.
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"You're still putting on makeup so late, do you have an appointment after get off work?"
"I work overtime until 10 o'clock every day. What kind of appointments can I have? I just organized a party with my friends in the evening to get together."
"Alas, it's all because he's a new official and has to make a lot of changes."
"Boss Shen wasn't here these past two nights, so I don't know who he's taking the lead in working overtime to show off to."
In front of the mirror in the women's restroom on the 67th floor of Jiangrun, sarcastic conversations floated out.
"That's right. Ever since I came back from accompanying Mr. Shen to the dinner, I've been sitting in Sister Mandy's seat. It would be strange if there wasn't something fishy going on."
"She's just so-so in appearance. I don't know what kind of seductive tricks she used to seduce Mr. Shen."
"It's a matter of fate. Just wait and see. One day she'll cry."
After the gossip completely died down, Xuan Qing walked out of the partition room with his cell phone in hand, expressionless.
She placed her phone on the marble countertop. The dimly lit screen displayed the message Zou Jing had replied to her half a minute earlier: [I mean what I say. From now on, you and my Zou family are even.]
Xuan Qing turned on the faucet, letting the water wash over every knuckle and every gap between her fingers. Yu Guangzhong was looking at a tube of lipstick left by the previous user. Its existence undoubtedly reminded her again how despicable she was, like a dark rat living in the sewer.
As she washed, she splashed all the liquid in her palms onto the mirror, forming water droplets of varying sizes, reflecting her many faces: one enduring hardships, one struggling to survive, one colluding with others, one stabbing others in the back, and one with no way out.
Back in the CEO's office, Xuan Qing sat nonchalantly at Mandy's former workstation. The two female colleagues who had been gossiping in the restroom just now shouldered their bags and flirted past her, "Xuan Qing, we're leaving first."
Xuan Qing called out to one of them: "You forgot to take your things."
The man turned around blankly: "What is it?"
Xuan Qing smiled and spread out her palms: "You must take good care of your lipstick. If you drop it in the bathroom, no one will help you pick it up."
As the colleague's face turned pale and blue, Xuan Qing threw the lipstick into the trash can, opened the drawer, took out the resignation letter that he had written some time ago, and left in a leisurely manner.
In Shen Qianfan's office, Xuan Qing swiped his card and walked in with ease. The bright moonlight filled the entire office area.
In the past two days, Shen Qianfan was out of town to inspect the implementation of a new project. Fortunately, Shen Qianfan was on a business trip, otherwise she would not have been able to complete the task assigned to her by Zou Jing.
Xuan Qing didn't dare turn on the lights or use a flashlight. He groped his way to his desk in the dark. Before he could hand in his resignation letter, a chilling laugh came from behind him.
"Secretary Xuan, you kept me waiting for so long."
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