Chapter 71 I said you can't.
Yan Tingnan hung up the call.
He turned around and walked steadily back to the observation room.
When Yan Tingnan pushed the door open and came in, Su Ruan was trying to move her left arm, and the dull pain in her shoulder blade made her frown.
Yan Tingnan walked to the bedside, his tall figure casting a shadow of security.
He didn't sit down, but just looked down at her, his gaze deep and intense.
"Jing Huai has investigated thoroughly."
He spoke, his words concise and to the point.
Su Ruan's eyes flickered slightly, waiting for what was to come.
"The people your sister Su Shiwan hired hired someone to destroy the painting."
"But the money went through Wen Wanwan's account."
Upon hearing this, Su Ruan raised an eyebrow, understanding dawning on her.
Su Shiwan had a backup plan, intending to shift the blame and drag Wen Wanwan into the mess as well.
Good heavens!
Did Su Shiwan's actions briefly demonstrate a momentary shift in her intelligence?
This is truly a buy-one-get-one-free deal, and the dog-eat-dog drama has automatically begun.
It saved her so much trouble!
Just waiting to see the dogs fight and get all sorts of fur!
You probably already guessed it, right?
Yan Tingnan looked at her, his gaze deep and intense.
Su Ruan nodded and looked up at him.
"I guessed it pretty accurately."
"What are President Yan's plans to do?"
Yan Tingnan leaned down, his gaze level with hers.
"Let's keep this under wraps for now."
"The 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition opens tomorrow, marking the global debut of SoftVoice's 'Moonlight Over the Ocean' campaign."
"The media, collectors, and the entire art world are all watching."
"Moving these dirty things now will only sully your venue and ruin your debut."
"Wait until tomorrow for your brand SoftVoice to be proudly and officially recognized in this industry."
"After the opening ceremony, I'll give you a satisfactory settlement."
"You won't have gotten this slap and this cut for nothing."
His voice was deep and slow, each word striking a chord in people's hearts.
Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat.
He chose to settle accounts after SoftVoice had reached its zenith.
This is the patience of a top hunter, and also the greatest respect and protection for her career.
Yan Tingnan understood her ambition.
SoftVoice's debut had to be flawless, with no blemishes to be tolerated.
This vision and skill are both awe-inspiring and captivating.
Su Ruan didn't speak, but slowly nodded.
The corners of her lips curled upwards slightly.
Everything is understood without words.
A tacit understanding needs no further explanation.
Yan Tingnan picked up the suit jacket draped over the back of the chair and wrapped it around her thin shoulders again.
"Walk."
"I'll take you home to rest."
Su Ruan's body stiffened, and she subconsciously grabbed his sleeve.
"no!"
She looked up, her eyes filled with a stubborn light.
"There are still a lot of things to check at the exhibition hall!"
"Lighting and traffic flow, final placement of exhibits, media procedures..."
Before she could finish speaking, her chin was pinched by two slightly cool fingers. The pressure was light, but it cut off all her voice.
"Su Ruan".
"Look carefully."
He touched the thick gauze on her shoulder with his finger, then brushed it over the lingering redness and swelling on her cheek.
"Do you look like someone who can handle anything right now?"
"The 'Breaking the Cocoon' exhibition is your hunting ground, not your execution ground."
"To risk your life with this half-crippled skeleton?"
He scoffed, his gaze carrying the cold scrutiny typical of someone in a position of power.
"Is it because SoftVoice's debut went too smoothly that they want to add some melodrama to gain sympathy?"
Su Ruan was speechless, and the resentment in her eyes almost burned.
"I can do it! This little injury..."
"I told you you can't do it."
Yan Tingnan's statement was resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
He released her chin and instead gripped her uninjured left wrist.
With force, he pulled her away from the bedside.
"The rest will be handled by Huo Siyue and Song Shengsheng."
He turned sideways and opened the door to the observation room.
"They are very familiar with the process."
"Your task now is to go home, close your eyes, and relax your mind."
"Get enough rest and energy."
"Tomorrow, I want to see the founder of SoftVoice shining brightly as he greets the exhibition."
"Instead of a wounded soldier who's just putting on a brave face."
"Understand?"
All of Su Ruan's rebuttals were stuck in her throat.
He blocked all her paths and even arranged the most suitable way out for her.
Huo Siyue is familiar with Qingyan's procedures, and Song Shengsheng is her most trusted partner.
Her tense shoulders finally relaxed little by little under his piercing gaze.
He nodded resignedly.
A hint of satisfaction flashed across Yan Tingnan's eyes.
"very good."
With a slight exertion of his arm, he almost half-encircled her in his arms, protecting her as they walked out of the hospital.
...
Yan Tingnan dropped Su Ruan off at her apartment building and then went back to the exhibition hall to get busy.
Su Ruan returned home and swallowed anti-inflammatory medicine.
I had just slumped onto the sofa when my phone exploded.
Song Shengsheng's roar pierced through the receiver.
"My goodness! You scared the hell out of me!"
"How's the injury? Are your bones okay?"
He bombarded me with questions, his voice filled with anxiety.
"It was a flesh wound, I had to get a few stitches, but the bone is fine."
Su Ruan's voice was hoarse with exhaustion.
"Damn it! That crazy woman Su Shiwan! That green tea bitch Wen Wanwan!"
Song Shengsheng started cursing on the other end of the phone.
"Wait until tomorrow, and I'll tear them apart!"
After he finished cursing, his voice lowered, filled with lingering fear.
"You too! What are you doing, throwing your weight around! Is the painting more important than your life?"
After the other person finished yelling, Su Ruan smiled and spoke.
"Alright, you're really fine, you're still alive."
Su Ruan felt a warmth in her heart.
"The painting is fine, and SoftVoice is fine too."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Song Shengsheng sniffed, her voice becoming muffled.
"Fool."
"Over there at the exhibition hall..."
Before Su Ruan could finish speaking, Song Shengsheng immediately interrupted.
"Huo Siyue has taken over! That girl seems unreliable most of the time, but she's surprisingly useful when it counts!"
"Don't worry, Miss Huo and I are keeping an eye on things at the exhibition hall, and the process is going very smoothly!"
"You can rest easy for a day!"
"Um."
Su Ruan responded.
"Sound after sound".
"Um?"
"You'll be presenting at tomorrow's opening ceremony, during the presentation by the head of SoftVoice."
Su Ruan's voice was clear and steady.
"Me?! Are you out of your mind?"
"SoftVoice is your brainchild! You are the founder!"
"Tomorrow is SoftVoice's debut, the world is watching! You've got me..."
Su Ruan interrupted her.
"SoftVoice is ours."
"But the bright moon over the vast sea is entirely your child."
"It is a dream that you drew stroke by stroke, and its soul is with you."
"No one knows better than you how to tell its story!"
"Your name, Song Shengsheng, should be engraved with SoftVoice, upright and radiant."
"It's only natural that you stand on that platform tomorrow."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Song Shengsheng's breathing was a little heavy.
She knew what this meant.
Su Ruan gave her the most dazzling moment of SoftVoice's global debut without reservation.
This is not a concession, but a support.
It is the deepest trust and support between partners who fight side by side.
After a long while, Song Shengsheng's choked, nasal voice finally came through.
"Su Ruan, you motherfucker..."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Let everyone see how dazzling the designers at Canghai Yueming are."
"Sheng Sheng, it's your turn to shine."
"You're familiar with the manuscript, and you know the process."
"Tomorrow, make sure you turn the place upside down."
Song Shengsheng took a deep breath, and when she spoke again, her voice was choked with emotion and brimming with fighting spirit.
"OK!"
One word, but it carries weight.
"I'm going all out!"
"We guarantee SoftVoice will achieve legendary status in one battle!"
"Um."
Su Ruan's lips curved into a smile.
"Alright, take good care of yourself!"
"Tomorrow, I'll blind those demons and monsters!"
"Don't worry about it! I'm hanging up now, there's still a bunch of things to finalize!"
"Okay, it's up to you."
No words are needed; the tacit understanding is self-evident.
They are comrades-in-arms, each other's trump card.
Whoever stands in the spotlight is doing so for the same dream.
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