Xiang Ciyuan drove away from the old house, and a short while later, a silver luxury car stopped in front of the newly opened Zhenggang Real Estate building.
Heading all the way up to the top, I said, "I'm looking for Xiang Yunduan."
"Do you have a reservation?"
"You need an appointment to see her?"
Just then, Xiang Yunduan came out of the conference room. "Sister Yun! I need to talk to you privately for a few minutes."
“It’s Ciyuan.” Xiang Yunduan smiled and glanced at the receptionist. “Let him in.”
Xiang Yunduan's office is decorated in a magnificent style. As Xiang Ciyuan walked in, he joked, "Sister Yun, this place is really nice. I almost thought I had entered some kind of club."
"You're joking, Ciyuan. Sit down, what would you like to drink?"
"Drink your blood."
Xiang Ciyuan's expression suddenly changed. He placed both hands on the table, his eyes deep and unfathomable. "Did you take Zhizhi's design draft?"
Xiang Yunduan was almost frightened by his gaze, and forced a smile, "Where did you hear that? Have you forgotten that I also studied design? Why would I steal her design drafts?"
“I’ve already closed the door. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve used high-end soundproofing materials for both the door and the walls.”
She was particular about appearances and liked to pretend to know everything. Xiang Ciyuan could tell what was going on as soon as he entered the room. "If I were to strangle you here, Sister Yun's screams probably wouldn't get out."
"Secondary source..."
"I don't have Zhizhi's good temper. I can make sure you can't leave this room, and I can also prevent you from asking my dad for an apology. Believe it or not?"
Xiang Yunduan hurriedly stood up from her chair, her face immediately turning ugly. "Ciyuan, what are you doing? I'm your cousin, we're family!"
“So, cousin…” his voice was extremely hoarse, “give me Zhizhi’s design.”
"I really don't know what you're talking about, Ciyuan. Uncle and Jingyi are both very sensible, how could you..."
"Give it to me, or not?"
Xiang Ciyuan casually picked up a fountain pen from her desk. "Sister Yun is particular; a single pen costs tens of thousands. She's afraid no one will notice the value of this pen. Why don't I lend you a hand and dye this pen some red ink?"
Xiang Yunduan truly regretted letting this mad dog in. Xiang Ciyuan wasn't Xiang Jingyi; he wouldn't reason with her. The scoundrels he knew outside each had their own tricks up their sleeves, and it was better to offend a gentleman than a petty person.
Click, the pen opened, and Xiang Yunduan subconsciously took a step back. "I'll give it to you, don't be impulsive, I'll give it to you!"
Xiang Yunduan rummaged through his bag, pulled out a file folder, and handed it to Xiang Ciyuan from a distance, saying, "It's all here. I didn't touch it at all, it's all here..."
"Can't get it."
Xiang Yun moved closer to him, and Xiang Ciyuan grabbed her wrist and slammed her onto the table. "Sister Yun, we're relatives. Didn't your teacher teach you when you were in kindergarten that you should never take things that aren't yours?"
"In a casino, cheating by stealing cards will result in having your hand cut off."
"Ah! I didn't touch it, it's all here. I was just joking with Zhizhi, just joking..."
Xiang Ciyuan took the file bag from her hand, opened it, glanced at the manuscript inside, confirmed it was okay, put it back, and looked up. "Sister Yun, don't mind, your brother was just joking with you. It's alright, you go ahead with your work."
He let go of Xiang Yunduan's hand, took a few steps, and suddenly turned around, startling Xiang Yunduan into a tense standoff. "What else do you want? I've given you everything!"
"Sister Yun, remember, I was just joking with you."
"I understand, I won't tell Uncle, don't worry."
"What are you complaining about? It was just a joke, Sister Yun, why are you complaining?"
Xiang Yunduan took a deep breath, and Xiang Ciyuan waved the pen in his hand. Xiang Yunduan was afraid that he would throw it at her like a javelin. Xiang Ciyuan turned around, took a few steps, and put the pen in the pen holder in front of Xiang Yunduan.
"I'm not a thief, this pen is too expensive, so I won't take it."
He smiled at Xiang Yunduan, who felt a chill run down her spine. "Then I wish Sister Yun all the best in her career."
As soon as Xiang Ciyuan walked away, Xiang Yunduan leaned on the table, feeling his legs go weak.
This Xiang Ciyuan is even bolder than her...
He had just come downstairs when someone called out to him, "Ciyuan..."
Xiang Ciyuan turned around and saw Jiang Yao. She was standing at the entrance in a white dress, holding a black umbrella with small white flowers on it.
On a sweltering day, her naturally curly hair was casually loose, and her makeup was exquisite.
Jiang Yao knew very well what style men liked, especially when it came to dressing themselves.
What do you want?
Xiang Ciyuan was also very annoyed with her. Seeing her frequently appear in front of his sister, he wanted to slap her, but Jiang Yao did nothing and always went to help. He couldn't find an opportunity to make a move.
Jiang Yao walked up to him. "Has Zhizhi gone home? I sent a message to Nan Zhi, but she didn't reply."
"Who are you, you toad, trying to get my sister to reply to your messages?"
Jiang Yao lowered her eyes and said, "I'm sorry, Ciyuan. I know I was wrong before and caused you to misunderstand me a lot, but I have changed now. I know I was wrong, and I sincerely want to continue to be friends with Nanzhi."
You don't deserve it.
She didn't deserve him from the moment she got into his bed.
"She's my best friend, and now..."
"Now that you've lost Song Ze as your powerful backer and can't stay in the Jiang family anymore, you only think of Zhizhi now? Where were you before?"
Jiang Yao looked directly into his eyes and said, "A long time ago, I truly liked you."
Xiang Ciyuan couldn't stand these nauseating words; they disgusted him.
"I'll say it again: if you behave yourself, I might let you off the hook; if you don't, I'll kill you."
Jiang Yao was quite frightened by Xiang Ciyuan's words.
He doesn't know yet that she was the one behind it all. If he did find out, he'd probably tear her to pieces.
She used to be smug about it, but now that incident is a thorn in her side, a nightmare.
——
In the afternoon, Xiang Ciyuan had Ma Xiaorong bring something into the house. Xiang Nanzhi thought it was a gift to make her happy and put it aside without looking at it.
After finishing her work, Xiang Nanzhi glanced at the time; it was 5:30.
The manuscript in her hand was a scattered pile. The sun outside was still glaring. She stretched and prepared to open it to take a look at what Xiang Ciyuan had given her when the phone rang.
I had some hope that it would be Shim Sehun, but it wasn't.
"Hey, Jiang Yao."
Have you gone home?
"Yes, I'm home."
There's something I'd like to tell you, is it a good time?
"What?"
"Let's have dinner together tonight. I want to be honest with you about something."
Jiang Yao knew that although Xiang Nanzhi had a bad temper, he was a good person. Rather than being led by the nose by Song Ze and making one mistake after another, she would rather be honest with Xiang Nanzhi and make things clear.
"Let's talk on the phone, I don't really want to go out."
"Nanzhi, this is very important, please give me a chance."
Can you come to my house?
She really didn't want to go out, but Jiang Yao shook her head. "No, no, Nan Zhi, you can only stay outside."
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