27 Cool Blue Moments
Attorney Lin immediately understood and calmly began, "Sun Hanhan, based on the company's governance charter and relevant laws and regulations, I would like to offer some formal comments on your remarks."
Attorney Lin spoke calmly: "Your suggestion to conduct an on-site inspection of Wen Xueyan's personal belongings is itself suspected of procedural irregularities and infringing on the legitimate rights and interests of others."
Sun Hanhan's imposing aura faltered.
"According to the Civil Code's provisions on privacy rights and the company's Employee Handbook's procedures for internal investigations, any search must be carried out by an independent oversight body based on reasonable suspicion and with formal authorization. You do not have that authority."
He paused briefly: "Secondly, regarding your accusation that Ms. Wen Xueyan leaked secrets, the core basis for your claim is that, from a legal perspective, determining such potentially illegal or criminal behavior requires a complete and rigorous chain of evidence. Your current claim of 'having ridden in her vehicle' is weak in its evidentiary value, and its relevance to the facts to be proven is far from meeting the standard of proof. If you continue to make false statements, you will be suspected of defamation."
Sun Hanhan opened her mouth in vain, realizing that all her arguments were pale and powerless in the face of the legal framework and company regulations.
President Cheng stated calmly, "Regarding the leak, the company will continue to conduct a thorough investigation in accordance with the law. We will now begin the monthly work report. Department directors, please remain; everyone else may return to your posts."
Wen Xueyan and several other colleagues left. The meeting then returned to normal.
Lunch break was approaching, and colleagues were getting ready to go for lunch.
Wen Xueyan followed the crowd to the lobby on the first floor. A travel-worn figure, dragging a suitcase, hurriedly walked towards her from the direction of the revolving door.
It's Song Tiancheng.
His face bore the weariness of a long flight, but his eyes burned with an almost scorching urgency. He immediately noticed that Wen Xueyan's face was pale and her figure seemed thinner and more frail than usual. His heart clenched, and he strode over to her.
"Xueyan! I rushed over from the airport without even putting down my luggage. I miss you so much, really, I think about you every single minute."
As Song Tiancheng spoke, he eagerly reached out his arm, wanting to pull her tightly into his arms as he used to, his palm trying to press against her slender waist.
Wen Xueyan was startled and disgusted by his sudden appearance and touch. The weakness from her cold made her movements a little slow, but she immediately turned to the side and blocked with her arm: "Song Tiancheng, I have already filed for divorce! Let go!"
Their slightly entangled behavior happened to be seen by a group of people who were coming out of the elevator.
Led by Cheng Boyan, the group was accompanied by several senior executives, including General Manager Xu, and a few colleagues from the same department.
Seeing Wen Xueyan's pale face and resistant expression, and being pulled by a man, Sales Director Gu Jinzhou immediately stepped forward: "Are you alright? You look terrible, are you feeling unwell?"
When Song Tiancheng noticed that someone was disturbing him, especially when he saw the concerned look in Wen Xueyan's colleague's eyes, a strange feeling, a mixture of possessiveness and a desire to assert his dominance, welled up inside him.
Instead of letting go, he took advantage of Wen Xueyan's blocking motion, slid his arm, and forcefully grabbed her shoulder, pulling her half-into his arms. Then he raised his head, looked at Gu Jinzhou, and said in a louder voice, "I am her husband, legally. Our marital affairs are none of outsiders' business."
The word "husband" pierced Cheng Boyan's eardrums like needles.
Wen Xueyan was forcibly embraced by Song Tiancheng. Her shoulders stiffened, and she subconsciously tried to break free, but he increased his strength and she was unable to push him away for a moment. In addition, she was dizzy and weak from a cold. A sudden rush of anger made her turn her head and cough violently. Her pale cheeks instantly turned an abnormal red because of the cough.
Cheng Boyan's footsteps barely paused on the marble floor, his expression as cold and expressionless as ever.
However, only he knew that seeing Wen Xueyan being forcibly embraced by a man who had once deeply hurt her, under the guise of "legality," made his fingers tighten for a moment at his sides.
Less than a minute later, Song Tiancheng's phone rang. He pulled it out with extreme annoyance and saw it was the number of the president's office secretary.
Song Tiancheng answered the phone, his tone suppressing anxiety and anger: "Hello?! Now? Does it have to be now? What do you mean the performance review can't wait until the afternoon?... Okay, I'll be right there."
He hung up the phone, glanced at Wen Xueyan whose eyes were distant, and yelled into the already disconnected phone, "All you do is keep busy, busy, busy! If I keep working like this, my wife won't want me anymore! Don't you guys even understand?!"
He looked at Wen Xueyan with eyes full of reluctance: "Xueyan, I'll come to see you later. You must forgive me, okay?" His words of advice were nagging and full of concern, as if he were still the most affectionate husband who couldn't bear to leave his wife.
After he left, Wen Xueyan stood there, feeling her forehead burning and a strong wave of dizziness.
She seemed to have a high fever, and was just thinking about whether to take the afternoon off when her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.
She answered hesitantly, "Hello?"
A capable female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello Manager Wen, this is Qiao Lanyue from the President's Office, President Cheng's secretary. I've called you before."
"How can I help you?"
Qiao Lanyue's voice was polite and considerate, "President Cheng instructed that you seemed unwell during the meeting this morning. Would it be convenient for you to go to the VIP parking space in Block B of the company's underground parking garage, near the elevator lobby? I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up, and then take you home to rest."
Wen Xueyan instinctively wanted to refuse, not wanting to cause him any more trouble, nor wanting this special treatment to fall into the eyes of others.
But Qiao Lanyue's next words cut off her refusal: "I'm already in the underground parking garage. Don't worry, I'll handle it properly."
Having said that, Wen Xueyan said in a low voice, "Okay, I'll come down now."
See you later.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Xueyan tried to ignore her still-ringing head and walked towards the elevator as calmly as possible.
In the VIP parking space of Section B, a low-key black sedan was quietly parked. The window rolled down, and Qiao Lanyue nodded slightly to her. Wen Xueyan opened the car door and got in.
"Thank you for your trouble, Secretary Qiao." Wen Xueyan said somewhat embarrassed.
"Of course." Qiao Lanyue turned around from the passenger seat and handed her a bottle of warm water and an unopened box of cold medicine. "Drink some water first. If you feel unwell, you can take a packet of medicine to relieve the symptoms. We're going to the Central Hospital now; we've already made an appointment."
Everything was arranged meticulously and thoughtfully, yet with just the right amount of professional distance, ensuring Wen Xueyan felt no discomfort. Wen Xueyan took the water and thanked them softly.
After a check-up at the hospital, it was confirmed that the fever and dizziness were just caused by a cold, and she needed to rest. Qiao Lanyue patiently accompanied her to get the medicine and then took her to her apartment in Jinglan Peninsula.
After arriving home, Wen Xueyan took her medicine, wrapped herself in a blanket, and sank into the sofa, drifting off to sleep. Her physical discomfort and the emotional turmoil she experienced during the day made her sleep restless.
In her dream, Song Tiancheng slapped her again, and Wen Xueyan was so frightened that she immediately called the police.
As dusk fell, Wen Xueyan slowly awoke from a series of hazy dreams.
The twilight of late autumn arrives early, carrying a cool blue hue that spreads silently, enveloping everything in tranquility and haze.
She shifted slightly, and the slight fever on her forehead had mostly dissipated. The heavy dizziness in her head had also lessened considerably.
She fell asleep again after some time, and in her hazy state, she heard the door open. She struggled to open her heavy eyelids. The soft lights in the living room had been dimmed, and a tall, imposing figure stood silently in the entryway, taking off his suit jacket, which was damp with the chill of the outside air.
It is a Chengbo inkstone.
He was wearing a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but the oppressive aura he exuded in the conference room had diminished considerably, replaced by a calm and reassuring presence.
He walked to the sofa, leaned down, and naturally placed the cool back of his hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
"The fever has basically subsided," he said in a low voice, which sounded particularly deep in the quiet room.
Then, he brought over a bowl of fragrant vegetable porridge. "Eat something before you sleep. I had someone buy it from the porridge shop; I go there often."
He sat beside her, quietly watching her sip her porridge. Occasionally, he would reach out and gently wipe away a trace of porridge from the corner of her mouth with his fingertips.
Wen Xueyan looked at him, her eyes slightly warm.
"Thank you for today," she said.
Cheng Boyan looked up at her and said, "If you're not feeling well in the future, just ask for leave. Don't force yourself to stay awake."
"I wasn't the one who leaked the information. I'm feeling dizzy today, otherwise I would have argued my case."
"No need to explain, of course I know it wasn't you. We'll find out soon, don't worry," Cheng Boyan said slowly.
Wen Xueyan's phone lit up again. She had already put it on silent, so there was only light, no sound. It was Song Tiancheng calling again.
Wen Xueyan still hasn't answered; the court hearing is in four days.
Cheng Boyan didn't ask any further questions. He picked up the bowl of porridge, took it to the kitchen, and washed it clean. When he returned, he sat down next to her again.
Wen Xueyan nestled beside him, her forehead resting against the crook of his neck, wrapped in a soft, thin blanket. Outside the window, the night, as dark as ink, gradually seeped into the sky.
"Lean on my shoulder and sleep for a while." Just as Cheng Boyan finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
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