Han Yue, with the air of a chivalrous woman, said, "Don't be so polite. I was just trying to help someone in need. I can't stand people like this who like to bully others." As she spoke, Han Yue glared fiercely at Zhou Meina, who was half-lying on the ground.
Zhou Meina struggled to her feet, her eyes bloodshot. She had never suffered such a loss in her life. "Who the hell are you? I'll fight you to the death today!"
Han Yue smiled contemptuously, "Hmph, trash like you doesn't even deserve to know my name! Come on, let's see how you'll make me pay!"
Zhou Meina charged forward like a madwoman, swinging her fists. Han Yue didn't dodge or flinch, and Luo Xiaoyi was worried that she would get hit. But just as Zhou Meina was about to get close, Han Yue swung her long leg and swept it horizontally. Zhou Meina screamed "Ah!" and fell heavily to the ground in a face-first manner!
This time, Zhou Meina was in real trouble. She felt a sharp pain on her face and touched it in terror, muttering to herself, "My face, will my face be disfigured?" Her face was her life; she needed it to win over the man she loved. She was afraid of nothing, but her only fear was having her face ruined!
Luo Xiaoyi and Han Yue looked closely and saw that Zhou Meina's face was full of fear. Sure enough, a large piece of skin had been scraped off her cheek and was bleeding.
Zhou Meina got up from the ground and ran away in a panic.
Luo Xiaoyi looked at Han Yue with a guilty conscience, "I'm sorry, you've made an enemy of Zhou Meina by helping me. That woman is arrogant and domineering because her family is rich and powerful. Sigh, what if she causes you trouble in the future..."
Before Luo Xiaoyi could finish speaking, Han Yue interrupted her, saying casually, "So what if you're rich and powerful? I'm not afraid of anything because I have real skills. I'm new here today, and it's nice to meet you. My name is Han Yue."
“I’m also very happy to meet you, my savior. My name is Luo Xiaoyi.” Then, hearing someone approaching, they quickly went back to their work.
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In the following days, Zhou Meina's face was injured and she couldn't see anyone. She kept taking leave, and Luo Xiaoyi was finally able to have a few days of peace.
That day, Luo Xiaoyi had just gotten off work when she saw Mo Nan's car that had come to pick her up. As soon as she got in the car, she was startled to see Ou Zihan sitting calmly, dignifiedly, and domineeringly in the back seat.
He was holding a laptop, intently looking at the dense financial data on the computer screen, seemingly unaware that she had already boarded the bus.
When Luo Xiaoyi saw him, she felt a surge of joy, but also a touch of fear. After all, she had tricked him on their wedding day; would he hold a grudge? Wait a minute… she shouldn't feel guilty. He was unconscious at the time; maybe he doesn't even know?
She looked at his handsome profile and said in a warm, clear voice, "President Ou, you're back so soon?"
Ou Zihan remained staring at the computer screen, her face expressionless, and simply hummed in response.
Feeling a bit weak from Ou Zihan's cold shoulder, she lowered her voice by two octaves, "Did the negotiations go smoothly this time?"
Ou Zihan remained unmoved, and his magnetic and pleasant voice gave a nonchalant "hmm".
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His cold treatment had almost extinguished her enthusiasm. In her last, barely audible voice, she said, "My work has been going well these past few days while you were gone."
Ou Zihan's handsome face, which was so striking it was almost mesmerizing, remained as calm as a still, windless lake, without a ripple. He still uttered that same indifferent "hmm."
What does this mean? Luo Xiaoyi was a little frustrated. This man clearly didn't want to talk to her. He had been so passionate and warm towards her before, how could he be like this now? Could it be that he was angry with her?
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