"Chu Wuyang, is it true that once a man is no longer of use to you, you can kick him to the curb without hesitation?"
A single sentence, like an ice dagger, suddenly pierced Chu Wuyang's heart.
The pain made her gasp for breath.
Jing Min's voice was devoid of any warmth; the sarcasm was starkly evident in every word.
"For the sake of your family and your interests, you can break up with your boyfriend without hesitation, and you can agree to fire your assistant who has been with you for many years without even asking a single question..."
"From beginning to end, did you have absolutely no sincerity towards those men you abandoned?"
When Jing Min uttered his first words, Chu Wuyang's heart tightened, and he trembled involuntarily.
But after he finished speaking his second sentence, she vaguely remembered that his second request was for her to fire Jian Zhou.
The reason she agreed without asking any questions was simply because she thought that as long as she wasn't forced to become a mistress...
She could grit her teeth and agree to any other request.
Now that the words have been spoken, it's too late to take them back.
We have no choice but to sacrifice Jian Zhou.
Besides, if they really forced her to quit, Jian Zhou wouldn't be able to keep her job either—there's no way she could keep her job.
She should protect herself first, even though it's not fair, she'll try to make it up to him later.
"say",
Jingmin is urging them.
What did he just ask?
Jingmin lowered his voice, repeating the question in a hoarse tone.
"Do you have even the slightest bit of sincerity towards them?"
"No,"
Chu Wuyang blurted out without hesitation, "How much sincerity can she have for a virtual character and an assistant who isn't even a friend?"
"..."
She's not saying anything again.
At that moment, Chu Wuyang heard the soft clinking of glasses on the other end of the phone.
Then, a man's voice, sounding rather old-fashioned and kind, drifted into the receiver, earnestly advising—
“Ah Min, listen to your uncle’s advice. If you can’t drink, don’t force yourself… Look at you, your face is all red and blue from drinking. Why don’t you take a break?”
Chu Wuyang was caught off guard and burst out laughing, almost losing her composure.
A picture quickly flashed into my mind:
Jing Min, impeccably dressed in a suit, sat in a corner of the banquet hall, his expression as indifferent as if he were attending a funeral.
Surrounded by several guests who were unaware of the situation, he offered toasts and exchanged pleasantries.
Meanwhile, he was chugging down one glass after another, his face a riot of colors, more vibrant than a palette of hues.
She had never quite understood Jing Min's emotions before. This person had always been unpredictable, and now his temperament was even more gloomy and cold, like layers of mist, making it impossible for anyone to even find the door.
But considering he already disliked those social banquets, it's highly likely she just happened to run into him in a bad mood today.
She was unlucky to be caught in this fire.
The next second, Jing Min's voice finally came from the other end of the phone.
His voice was low and restrained, his emotions barely discernible, yet each word was enunciated with extreme emphasis, carrying a chilling undercurrent of suppressed emotion. He asked again,
"You have absolutely no sincerity?"
Chu Wuyang's "no" that was about to slip out got stuck in her throat.
It was clear that he was not satisfied with the answer just now.
She hesitated for a moment, a thought vaguely emerging in her mind:
Did he think she was too heartless?
Is it because you're thinking about how you once "cruciately" abandoned him?
Her fingers tightened unconsciously, she bit her lip lightly, and spoke in a muffled voice.
"……some."
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Immediately, a low laugh rang out, cold and chilling, like an ice blade slicing across the eardrum.
"Hmph, that's great!"
The call was abruptly ended before the words were even finished.
Chu Wuyang froze, instinctively shrinking her neck.
Oh no, I seem even angrier now.
Should she contact his assistant again to get back the remaining two-thirds?
The office door was gently pushed open.
Jian Zhou walked in carrying a cup of coffee.
Chu Wuyang was taken aback, and subconsciously felt a pang of guilt, her eyes darting to the side.
"Why is it you?"
Jian Zhou placed the coffee on her table, his tone relaxed.
"Lisa is busy, so I'm just helping her out."
"Oh, thank you for your hard work."
She didn't even look up.
Jian Zhou stood there hesitating for a moment, as if he had something to say, then scratched his head and hesitated before speaking.
"Um, Mr. Chu..."
Chu Wuyang then looked up, her tone softening.
"It's alright, just tell me what's on your mind."
Let's try our best to compensate them.
Jian Zhou's eyes lit up, a rare look of joy appearing on his face, and he even spoke faster than usual.
"Mr. Chu, thank you for your continued care and support. I... I was working part-time at a bar before, and a friend said he's arranged a gathering for me this weekend. I'd like to invite you to come and have some fun too."
After saying that, as if realizing he had spoken too abruptly, he quickly added,
"Ah, of course it's not just you, the entire CEO training program and the secretarial office will be there too!"
Chu Wuyang was stunned for a moment.
She has never liked those noisy and bustling gatherings. She doesn't have many friends, and she always avoids those clinking glasses and noisy occasions whenever possible, too lazy to deal with them.
But Jian Zhou spoke up.
His smile was clean, just like when she first met him, sincere yet a little clumsy.
Ahe once said that Jianzhou's eyebrows and eyes resembled "that person" to some extent, especially when he smiled.
But only she knows—their temperament is nothing like it!
Jian Zhou's naivety and innocence were too easy to guess; he couldn't hide his thoughts and didn't know how to guard himself.
Today he was wearing a slightly loose beige knit sweater with the cuffs rolled up, which made him look clean and mild-mannered. He wore dark jeans, simple and plain, like a well-behaved student who would never cause trouble.
I imagine he wouldn't object if she asked him to resign then.
She lowered her eyes and nodded.
"Okay, send me the address, I'll go."
Consider it... compensation.
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