Chapter 60 Is this payment for last night's hard work?
Copying scriptures?
The last time she copied scriptures with murderous intent, it was because her burning desires had nowhere to go, and she could only rely on copying scriptures to forcibly suppress the delusions that wanted to press her against the scriptures and tear them apart.
She calmed down most of the core agitation last night in another way.
Although it did not completely relieve the suffering, it was enough to quell the burning karmic fire in my heart, so there was no need to rely on those self-deceiving scriptures anymore.
But can he give that reason?
Yan Tingnan put down her coffee cup and slightly raised her eyes.
“Copying scriptures is an old method, and it’s inefficient.”
His voice was deep, but slower than usual, and each word was clear.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued.
"Oh? Has President Yan found a more profound Buddhist teaching? And it's working so quickly?"
Yan Tingnan's gaze shifted from her face to her right hand resting on the edge of the bowl.
"The effect is indeed very good."
His voice was low and magnetic.
"This lesson is worth more than reciting the Heart Sutra a hundred times."
"Low cost, high efficiency, worth promoting."
"President Yan's new method sounds quite mysterious."
She swallowed a mouthful of warm porridge, tasting a hint of sweetness on her tongue, but the itch of curiosity in her heart lingered.
"How about we give the employees a training course sometime to improve overall efficiency?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Tingnan glanced at Su Ruan.
A slight smile played on his lips, a hint of amusement in his expression.
Her wicked sense of humor, born from her ignorance and naivety, silently grew in her heart.
His voice was deep, and he spoke at a measured pace.
"This lesson emphasizes individualized instruction."
He paused.
"If Assistant Su wants to learn, I can give her extra lessons anytime."
Su Ruan felt that his words sounded strange, but she couldn't quite grasp the main point.
He didn't connect his new method with his own hard work the night before.
She pursed her lips, stopped investigating, and focused on finishing the porridge in her bowl.
Yan Tingnan's lips curled slightly upwards, but she didn't continue the topic.
He picked up his coffee cup, took a sip, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
He swallowed the turmoil of last night along with the playfulness of the present.
...
Yan Tingnan's Phantom stopped in the exclusive area of Qingyan underground parking lot.
The engine stalled.
Outside the car window was a vast and silent concrete jungle, which only accentuated the tense atmosphere inside the car.
Su Ruan unbuckled her seatbelt and just as her hand touched the door handle.
Yan Tingnan's voice rang out, deep and clear.
"During the critical period before the 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition, keep a close eye on Tiangongfang and Old Chen's side. Report any slight movement directly to Jinghuai."
A businesslike tone is a common practice among those in power.
"clear."
Su Ruan readily agreed, but didn't move her hand, waiting for him to continue.
She knew that Yan Tingnan's words never had only one meaning.
Yan Tingnan took off his gold-rimmed glasses and fiddled with them between his fingers.
"Behave yourself while I'm in Zurich."
"Don't try to be strong. If there's anything you can't handle, call me."
Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat, but she put on an innocent expression.
"Mr. Yan, what are you saying? When have I ever been restless?"
Yan Tingnan scoffed, clearly not believing her nonsense.
He leaned forward slightly, instantly closing the distance between them.
His aura enveloped the area forcefully.
Without the obstruction of the lenses, those deep eyes loomed clearly over me.
"What part of you is written with the idea of being well-behaved?"
You can rest assured.
Su Ruan took over the conversation.
"I will definitely behave myself."
Yan Tingnan withdrew his gaze, took out a slender, dark blue velvet box, and casually tossed it onto the leather center console between the two of them.
"Take it."
The box has a minimalist design and no brand logo, yet it exudes a low-key and understated sense of luxury.
Su Ruan was slightly taken aback, picked up the velvet box and examined it.
He sat up straight, his gaze returning to calm, and tapped the box in her hand.
"Open it and take a look."
Su Ruan suppressed the pounding in her heart and did as she was told to open the velvet box lid.
The box was lined with black velvet, and a fountain pen lay quietly inside.
The pen body is made entirely of warm and understated dark gray metal, with a deep blue sapphire set at the top of the cap.
There is no ostentatious logo, only a tiny mark on the pen clip that signifies top-tier handcrafted customization.
Engraved with the initials of her name, SR.
"Custom-made?"
Su Ruan stroked the metal pen body, finding it to have an excellent tactile feel.
"Um."
Su Ruan shook the pen in her hand.
"Is this payment for your hard work last night?"
"A tip? Ha."
Yan Tingnan scoffed coldly.
"I will repay your hard work with interest in other ways."
"Su Ruan".
His voice was low and had a warning magnetism.
"Don't equate yourself with those vulgar transactions."
Yan Tingnan looked at her focused profile.
"Using it, SoftVoice secured its first major deal at the Breakthrough Show."
"The Cocoon Breakthrough Exhibition is your hunting ground; don't let me down."
"Use it to establish your foundation, not to use it to calculate messy accounts like hard-earned money."
Su Ruan felt as if she had been hit hard by something, and she gripped the box tightly.
She looked up and met his gaze.
"Yan Tingnan, thank you."
"I really like this gift."
Yan Tingnan did not respond to her statement that she liked him.
His face remained calm and composed, but a subtle ripple stirred within his heart.
The feeling was fleeting, too fast to grasp, yet it was a real burn.
He put his wire-rimmed glasses back on.
"Take good care of your hands."
He spoke in a deep voice.
"Wait for me to come back."
Two sentences, written lightly, yet they entwine like invisible threads.
A sweet and harmless smile bloomed on Su Ruan's face.
"How could I dare to neglect President Yan's orders?"
Her voice was soft and sweet.
"I will raise her to be fair and tender, and teach her anytime."
Yan Tingnan stopped looking at her, leaned back in the leather seat, and resumed his aloof demeanor as someone in a superior position.
"get off."
Two words: crisp and efficient.
"Yes, Mr. Yan."
She pushed open the car door, nimbly slipped out of the car, and deftly closed the door behind her.
She waved to him.
"Have a safe trip, Mr. Yan."
Through the tanned car window, Yan Tingnan watched her slender figure walk towards the elevator.
His knuckles tapped unconsciously on his knee.
He didn't look away until the figure disappeared behind the elevator doors.
"drive."
His voice returned to its usual coldness.
The car window slowly rolled up, completely shutting out the outside world.
Su Ruan stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button.
The elevator stopped on the basement level after we had only gone up one floor.
Su Ruan subconsciously looked up and saw a tall figure blocking the doorway, carrying the lingering smell of tobacco and the dejection of the previous night.
Yan Yunye.
"Su Ruan?"
Yan Yunye stood outside the door, his suit slightly wrinkled.
He clearly hadn't expected that the moment his gaze met Su Ruan's, he would instinctively tense his shoulders.
Upon seeing her, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his usual haughtiness.
He stepped inside, the elevator doors closed behind him, and the small space was instantly filled with his presence.
Yan Yunye spoke, his voice a little hoarse, his gaze fixed on her profile.
"you……"
"I haven't been to the company for three days."
Su Ruan lifted her eyelids and glanced at him, her tone as flat as plain water.
"Um, something came up."
Just as Yan Yunye was about to speak, his gaze inadvertently swept across her neck.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
Below her ears, on a small patch of skin near her neck, were two dark red marks!
Its location is ambiguous, but its color is fresh.
Like a scorching maple leaf falling on the snow, it stung his eyes.
The conversation stalled.
A hickey!
Who did this to your neck?
Yan Yunye's voice sounded like it was being forced out from between his teeth.
Su Ruan then noticed his lapse in composure, slowly turning her head to follow his gaze.
Her red lips parted slightly, and she uttered two words.
"Your father."
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