She looked at the brightly lit high-rise building in front of her, gritted her teeth, and a soft hum escaped her lips.
It was as if he was lamenting his own stupidity for actually believing the lies told by no one in the company.
At the same time, she also lamented that her husband, with whom she lived day and night, sat in this high-rise building every day, and she actually worried about whether his work as an agent was too hard...
Stupid and ridiculous.
It was like this before and it is like this today.
But who could make her just let go? Pei Zhiyu took a deep breath and walked into Qin's building resigned to her fate.
——She also resigned herself to falling into all the gentle traps Qin Hezhou had set for her.
The assistant had been waiting downstairs for a long time. When he saw Pei Zhiyu come in, he immediately stepped forward and enthusiastically led her to the elevator.
"Is he dead?"
Pei Zhiyu's words startled the assistant, causing him to stutter, "Uh... no, no."
"What's going on? Your Qin's security is so poor that the heir could get hurt in his own office?"
"Ahem, it was an accident."
The assistant stared at the number on the display, which gradually grew larger, and deliberately slowed down his speech until the elevator door opened. He then said, "Actually, someone from the Lin Group was here just now."
"Lin's?" Pei Zhiyu wanted to ask more, but the assistant quickly pushed him into the door.
He really couldn't take it anymore, so he let the couple solve the problem themselves.
Alas, it’s not easy to be a general assistant.
The floor was in a mess, a table covered in bloody glass shards, and Qin Hezhou was standing with his head drooping...
Pei Zhiyu saw this scene as soon as he entered the door. His heart suddenly sank and he couldn't help but feel a pain.
She tiptoed over to his side and saw that there were still a lot of glass shards embedded in his open palm.
It would be a lie to say I don’t feel sad.
Pei Zhiyu gasped and tried to calm himself down, but all his efforts were wasted when he heard Qin Hezhou's aggrieved and pitiful voice.
"I thought...you wouldn't come to see me..."
Without even raising his head, his uninjured hand suddenly grabbed Pei Zhiyu's wrist.
Then, the warm eyes pressed against her skin, with a wet and cool touch.
Did he cry?
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