Chapter 83 You are both an accident and out of control
"Yan Tingnan".
Su Ruan pressed her fingertips against the contract, her voice tense.
"The victory celebration banquet has been turned into a farewell dinner?"
Yan Tingnan twirled the sandalwood beads, her tone calm.
"The game is over."
Su Ruan let out a soft sigh, leaned back slightly, and sank into the soft curve of the chair back, a sliver of light sliding through the hem of her cheongsam.
"reason?"
"A tall tree catches the wind."
His gaze was calm as he stated a given fact.
"You are in Qingyan's position, at the forefront of the storm, and also the bullseye."
"Removing this identity is safer and freer for SoftVoice and for you."
Su Ruan tapped her fingertip on the smooth edge of the table, a half-smile playing on her lips.
"President Yan has really thought of everything."
"After settling accounts with the Wen and Su families and clearing the way for me, you kick me out of Qingyan's door. Is that considered a successful retirement?"
Yan Tingnan picked up the crystal glass in front of him, took a sip of ice water, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
"Su Ruan".
He put down his cup, his gaze pressing down on me with a heavy intensity.
"There's no need for us to pretend we don't understand each other."
He ran his fingertips along the cold glass, his voice low and deep.
“Nebula, you knew who I was that night.”
"It wasn't an accident that you bumped into my arms."
"Taking revenge on Yan Yunye is one of them."
"Using my momentum to climb out of the mire and stand higher is the second point."
His eyes were like a deep pool reflecting the moon, piercing through everything.
“Before you entered Qingyan, Jinghuai had thoroughly investigated your background.”
“They got close to me by associating with Lin Xuqiu; I saw every step of their scheming.”
Su Ruan tensed up for a moment, then relaxed.
really.
He knows everything.
I've always known.
She didn't deny it, but chuckled softly, with a hint of nonchalant acceptance.
"President Yan has keen insight and sees things clearly."
She neither denied nor defended herself.
Meeting his gaze, she calmly returned the question.
"And what about President Yan?"
"Since you knew my motives were impure, why did you allow me to get close?"
"You tacitly allow me to use your resources, and even fan the flames?"
"What is the purpose of lifting me up to where I am today?"
Yan Tingnan's eyes were filled with a dark color that she couldn't understand.
"Each takes what they need."
His voice was deep and steady, as if he were reviewing a transaction.
"At that time, I needed a useful shield to block the arrow of the Lin family's marriage alliance and to disrupt the scheme set up by the old man."
"You're smart, beautiful, ambitious, and have clear goals. You've come here to stir up trouble."
"Push you into the limelight to attract the Lin family and the old man's attention, so they'll think you're the person I chose, the reason I broke my vow."
"As for you using me?"
A slight smile curved his lips.
"The resources are there; it's your skill to seize them."
He paused, his voice suddenly turning somber, carrying a hint of cruel clarity.
"At that time, whether your piece lived or died after being used was not within my consideration."
Su Ruan listened quietly.
My heart felt like it was being clenched tightly by an invisible hand, and then slowly released.
I see.
She gave a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
"Since everyone gets what they want, and the show is going well for both host and guests, and the marriage agreement with the Lin family is still hanging over your head, why not just take advantage of it to the end?"
"Keep me around as a more competent shield, and squeeze out the last bit of value from me?"
She leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed intently on him.
"To lift me to the top and then kick me out is not like President Yan's style."
Yan Tingnan abruptly stopped twisting the prayer beads.
The sandalwood beads were taut between his fingers.
He looked at her, something surging intensely deep within his eyes, only to be forcibly suppressed beneath a layer of ice.
After a long pause, he slowly spoke.
"Because, if a play goes on for too long, it's easy for the fiction to become real."
The voice was deeper than before, as if it was restraining something.
"I've given you everything you wanted."
"The glory at the summit is the fate of one's enemies."
"Having reached this point, you no longer need to rely on anyone."
“Continuing to act will be a constraint for you.”
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he hesitated for a rare half-second.
In that brief silence, an indescribable struggle was revealed.
"For me, it's a variable."
Su Ruan's heart skipped a beat.
Constraints? Variables?
She caught a fleeting glimpse of restraint and emotion in his eyes.
He was no longer the Buddha who looked down upon all living beings, but a man struggling on the verge of losing control.
She smiled, as if she had spotted some interesting prey, a defiant glint in her eyes.
"Is President Yan scared?"
"I'm afraid that you, a Buddha untouched by worldly affairs, might actually be tempted by worldly desires, and then it would be difficult to explain to the old man?"
Yan Tingnan's breathing became heavy for a moment.
The atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
"right."
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse and heavy with the weight of honesty.
"You were an accident."
He looked at her, his gaze so deep it seemed to draw her in.
"It's also out of control."
He admitted it.
He acknowledged that those moments of depravity, those desires that tore away the Buddha's facade, were not entirely calculated.
But that's all.
"But it's out of control, it shouldn't continue."
His voice returned to its deep, cold tone.
"It's better for both of us to stop here."
He leaned back slightly, reverting to the aloofness of someone in a superior position.
“Su Ruan, you are no longer the vine that needed to climb to survive.”
"You have grown into your own tree."
His gaze was complex and hard to decipher, as if it were admiration, or perhaps a final farewell.
"To push you out as a pawn again would be an insult to you, and also an insult to my own judgment of people."
"You are good enough that you shouldn't be trapped in anyone's situation."
"Including mine."
He tapped the open contract with his finger, making a soft knock.
"Once you've climbed to the top of the mountain and are standing firm, it's time to stop."
"Being the founder and manager of SoftVoice is enough for you to establish your own territory."
"Further ahead lies a bottomless abyss."
"Sign it."
He tapped the document.
"Take what you deserve and leave with dignity."
"From then on, the sky was high and the sea was wide."
Su Ruan lowered her eyes.
His gaze fell on the cold lines of clauses in the contract, then on his well-defined hands as he twirled the prayer beads.
His words stung my heart.
She suddenly chuckled softly, her shoulders trembling slightly.
"President Yan, what a profound sentiment you have shown."
She looked up, and instead of the expected anger or disappointment, her eyes shimmered with a gentle, languid mockery.
"A dignified exit?"
"President Yan's farewell dinner was rather bland."
Su Ruan stood up and walked around the edge of the table.
The soft satin cheongsam, a pale blue-green, hugged her exquisite curves, rippling gently with each step.
She walked straight up to him.
She rubbed her knees against his trousers, sinking into his arms.
The soft satin clung to the dark gray suit like vines twining around a fir tree.
A soft, warm body, carrying a sweet fragrance, pressed down instantly, heavy and warm.
She snatched the Buddhist prayer beads from his finger and threw them on the table, where the sandalwood beads made a dull thud.
"Didn't President Yan teach me the art of flexibility?"
There is more than one way to solve a problem.
"The laws of the world, though different, lead to the same goal."
Su Ruan pressed his palm against the back of his hand and pulled him towards her waist.
"here."
With her other hand, she guided him, reaching inside through the high slit of his cheongsam.
She leaned down slightly, her red lips close to his ear, her breath hot and sweet.
She caught his gold-rimmed glasses between her teeth, tilted her head slightly, and the glasses slipped off.
She brushed her lips against his earlobe.
"Instead of driving me away, bet on me and let me win a game for you."
Su Ruan hooked her hand around his tie and pulled it down slightly, forcing him to tilt his head back.
She leaned down and pressed her red lips against his thin lips.
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