Ye Huanyan quickly flipped through the finance department's report and ticked out a few obvious mistakes with a red pen. Then, she put the report aside and said, "Xiao Dong, send the report to the finance department and have them edit it before sending it back. Remind them that they can forget about this month's bonus. Also, make a trip to the salary department and tell them about this matter."
As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Dong walked toward the door with the report.
Ye Huanyan lowered her head and heard Xiao Dong's voice coming from the corridor. "President Ling."
The footsteps were a bit muffled, but they soon became very clear and entered Ye Huanyan's ears.
"You're here."
When Ye Huanyan looked up, Ling Han was standing at the door of the office in a suit, looking a bit haggard.
Beside her, Qiao Mu was looking at her with a bit of unnaturalness. She glanced at them and then turned to leave.
"I'm going to work first. President Ling, take your time."
After Qiao Mu left, Ling Han entered the office and sat down on the sofa, looking a bit reserved.
His cautious manner was completely different from before.
"Before." When this word flashed through Ye Huanyan's mind, she was stunned. The so-called before was only something that happened half a month ago, but in her heart, it already felt like something that happened in her previous life.
"Yan Yan, I'm very happy that you can come back. Let's just treat the past as the past. No matter what resentment the previous generation had, I've already let it go since the day I burned my mother's diary. I didn't tell you before, but now that you're willing to come back, I'll explain everything to you clearly."
He sat up straight and still, his cold eyes trembling slightly as he looked at Ye Huanyan.
Ye Huanyan closed the proposal in her hand, stood up, walked around the table, and walked to the coffee table. "President Ling, this is the proposal for the resort by the river. I've roughly looked through it, and there's no problem. Please sign it."
Ling Han stared at her in a daze, but he only saw indifference in her eyes.
"Yan Yan …"
"This is the company, President Ling. I think there's no need to mention anything other than work."
It was as if a small flame in his heart had been extinguished by a basin of cold water. The cold, bone-chilling feeling spread throughout his entire body.
She did come back, but her return was to turn a blind eye to him, which was also the greatest revenge against him.
Seeing that Ling Han did not accept the proposal, she simply put the folder on the coffee table. Then, she stood up straight and walked to the desk by herself. With her back turned, she said, "I don't think the proposal submitted by the planning department for Su Nianhua's birthday party at the end of the month is very good. I'm going to be responsible for following up on this case. What do you think, President Ling?"
At the mention of Su Nianhua, Ling Han's expression stiffened.
Ye Huanyan stood behind the desk with both hands on the desk. She leaned forward slightly and curled the corners of her mouth to reveal a faint smile. "President Ling, do you think it's not a good idea?"
A trace of coldness flashed through his eyes. He stood up and forced a smile at Ye Huanyan. "Good, very good."
He turned to leave but was stopped by Ye Huanyan. "President Ling, you haven't read the proposal yet."
Ling Han took a deep breath and suppressed the resentment in his heart. He turned around and quickly signed the last page of the proposal before leaving without a word.
The moment the door to the president's office closed, a violent coughing fit was shut inside.
There were specks of red on the black-and-white checkered Burberry handkerchief, which exuded the smell of blood.
Qiao Mu left her seat when she heard the sound and hurried over. Her face turned pale when she saw the situation. "President Ling, how did this happen? Go back to the hospital. The doctor said that you still need to stay in the hospital for observation."
"I'm fine."
Ling Han took a deep breath and tried his best to steady himself as he walked toward the office desk. However, his steps were a bit unsteady. When he reached the office desk, he casually tossed the handkerchief into the black trash can and looked up at Qiao Mu. "You don't need to tell her about this kind of thing."
Qiao Mu was naturally well aware of who he was referring to by "her."
He knew that he was beyond redemption for causing this situation today. When he thought of Ling Han's body, he felt even more regret. The 1.8-meter-tall man stood behind the door with reddened eyes. "President Ling, whether you're willing or not, I have to ask the doctor to come and take a look at you."
"I said there's no need."
Ling Han frowned. "Go back to your seat and do what you need to do. I know my own body best."
It was just that he was pushed by Gu Sinian that day and knocked into a fire hydrant, breaking two of his ribs and causing some internal bleeding.
He was supposed to stay in the hospital for observation, but Ye Huanyan came back to work. This was his only chance, and he was not willing to lose it.
Through the glass door, Ye Huanyan's gaze landed on the tightly shut door of the President's Office.
Not long after Ling Han went in, Qiao Mu opened the door and came out. Her eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry.
A trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes. She thought of Ling Han's temper and how he would vent his anger on his subordinates whenever something went wrong. She did not know how much Qiao Mu had suffered this time.
Originally, as a colleague, she would express her concern, but when she thought of the things that Qiao Mu had done, she was too lazy to ask. She only took a glance and then turned back to continue doing her own thing.
Su Nianhua's birthday party was imminent, and the plan given by the planning department was very sloppy. Ye Huanyan could not help but suspect that Ling Han's suppression of Su Nianhua had led to the department not being able to fulfill their duties. He even deliberately made things difficult for Su Nianhua, so she took the initiative to take on this case.
No matter what kind of relationship she had with Su Nianhua in the past, or what kind of past they had, she was very moved by this person's existence after these days of interaction. He was her friend, and also one of the few family members in this world who truly cared about her.
Late at night, in a two-story villa in the suburbs, a woman with a pure face was lying on a large dark gold bed. She wore a sailor suit that exposed her waist and laid flat on the silky champagne-colored sheets. Her long hair cascaded down her side, and a fat man was panting heavily on top of her. A pair of chubby hands reached into her sailor suit and squeezed vigorously while his lower body kept moving in and out.
The woman was very cooperative and let out moans of "Mmhmm", her face was flushed red.
Her slender hands gently slid across the man's back, causing him to shudder. The woman panted delicately. "Mmhmm … Ah … Darling, thank you for saving Guo Guo. Guo Guo has nothing to repay you with."
The man smiled lecherously and rubbed her round bottom. "Little vixen, who said I have nothing to repay you with? Aren't you repaying me now?"
The woman humphed shyly. "You only know how to make fun of me."
Her shy expression was on point, and her slender waist moved even more vigorously. She moaned in pleasure, and her seductive eyes made the man addicted to her, unable to extricate himself. He wanted nothing more than to die on top of her, not to mention the little requests she made in his ear.
"Darling, as long as you follow me, all that you said won't be a problem. Come, change your position."
The woman turned around with the man and sat up. She covered her face and said,
"Darling, you're so annoying. You always have so many tricks up your sleeves. I can't stand it anymore …"
The man's expression became more and more excited, and not long after, he made a comeback.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
