The mont Song Muyu hung up the phone, her body shook involuntarily several tis, and abdominal pain caused more tiny beads of sweat to form on her forehead.
Unable to bear the pain, she bent over to hold her stomach and hobbled to the sofa to sit down.
The door to Qi Yun’s room opened.
She peeked inside, and noticing that Song Xun was no longer there, Qi Yun imdiately stepped out.
"Miss Song, are you alright?"
"I’m fine," Song Muyu shook her head, but her pale face and sweat-covered forehead betrayed her condition.
Qi Yun couldn’t help but worry, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It’s okay!" Song Muyu shook her head again, a smile fluttering across her delicate face, comforting Qi Yun. "This pain is nothing; don’t make such a fuss."
"Why are you so polite to him?" Qi Yun couldn’t help but get upset, "To be bullied like this and not even fight back, it really breaks my heart to see you like this."
"Qi Yun," Song Muyu looked at her, "I owe the Song Family, and being like this with him, I do it willingly. Now that I have gotten what I wanted and know that he doesn’t want , it’s enough!"
"But what you have received is only pain."
"And a settled heart!" There was no trace of regret on Song Muyu’s face, only relief, "Now that everything is clear, I won’t dwell on this anymore."
Qi Yun’s gaze t Song Muyu’s eyes and brows, deeply worried but unable to bear saying more.
She could only mutter softly, "Have you really gotten over it?"
Song Muyu was startled, her gaze sharpened.
Had she really gotten over it?
Qi Yun’s words ended there, and she said no more.
Song Muyu rested on the couch for a while before standing up to go back to her room to rest.
Qi Yun made her so soup, to nourish her body.
Neither of them went out in the afternoon.
Pei Family.
Pei Liyan had just arrived at the company this morning when he instructed Si Ran, "Si Ran, around ten o’clock, take Qiao Rui to buy four dresses for a wedding."
"Yes!" Si Ran was Pei Liyan’s accompanying secretary as well as his personal secretary, and many private matters were fully managed by Si Ran and Fang Mo.
However, Pei Liyan’s instructions were overheard by Qiao Xiang.
Attending a wedding?
Were Pei Liyan and Qiao Rui now openly attending various events together?
The news struck Qiao Xiang like a bolt from the blue, abruptly waking her from a dream.
The distance between her and Pei Liyan was growing further.
And Qiao Rui seed to be getting closer to him.
Their relationship seed to have developed rapidly.
Qiao Xiang’s complexion instantly lost all color, and she stood dazedly at her desk, just as Pei Liyan finished instructing Si Ran and entered his office.
She imdiately regained her senses, looked at Si Ran, and asked, "Which wedding are the president and my sister attending?"
Upon hearing her question, Si Ran paused slightly, looking towards Qiao Xiang and said sternly, "Secretary Qiao, according to Pei Company’s employee rules, don’t ask about things you shouldn’t."
Qiao Xiang was taken aback, then forced a smile, "It’s not so secret, what’s wrong with a little gossip?"
Si Ran smiled faintly, "The part reflects the whole."
Qiao Xiang was taken aback; she was actually mocking herself.
She mocked herself as a gossip, who could see the whole picture from a minor incident, and it was for this reason she invalidated her.
Angered, Qiao Xiang clenched her teeth, her lips pressed tightly, her eyes on Si Ran sharp and intense.
Si Ran’s expression remained calm, and she spoke, "Secretary Qiao, instead of worrying about so many things, perhaps you should focus on efficiently completing your assigned tasks."
"How have I not done my job well?" Qiao Xiang frowned, her tone cold, "Secretary Si, make yourself clear!"
Noting her aggressive attitude and tone, Si Ran simply smiled faintly, her deanor very soothing.
As if, being Pei Liyan’s secretary, Si Ran had always been like this, handling issues lightly and delicately.
Si Ran spoke unhurriedly, "Secretary Qiao, the form the president asked for yesterday has not been properly sorted by you."
"I did sort it!" Qiao Xiang instantly retorted, "I sent it to you before leaving yesterday afternoon."
"Secretary Qiao, you were in a rush to leave office, perhaps you didn’t check it properly, you sent back the sa one that had been returned to you before."
Qiao Xiang paused, as if she hadn’t expected that.
Si Ran glanced at her watch, no longer concerning herself with Qiao Xiang.
Qiao Xiang imdiately turned on her computer to check yesterday’s form, and on seeing it, her face instantly turned red.
She had indeed sent the wrong form, sending back the one that was returned to her unaltered.
She looked guiltily towards Si Ran, just as Si Ran was making a phone call, turning her head to look at her.
Their eyes t, and Qiao Xiang’s face grew even redder, flushing hot and cold, clearly embarrassed.
Si Ran’s call connected, but she ignored Qiao Xiang.
She said into the phone, "Madam, the president has arranged for to pick you up at ten to try on dresses."
"What dresses?" Qiao Rui sounded puzzled.
"It’s for a wedding," Si Ran explained.
"Oh!" Qiao Rui was still a bit surprised. "I thought I’d prepare on my own."
"I’ll head over now to pick you up."
"Alright!" Qiao Rui had just gotten ho when she received Si Ran’s call.
anwhile, Si Ran hung up and told Qiao Xiang, "The mistake was yours to make, yours to explain."
She got up, gathered her things, and prepared to leave.
Qiao Xiang was indeed embarrassed, but rembering that she would soon have a chance to see Pei Liyan alone, she imdiately adjusted her mood. "Alright, I will go and explain to the president myself."
"No, Secretary Qiao, it’s to Assistant Fang you must explain," Si Ran spoke indifferently.
Qiao Xiang was startled. "Not to the president?"
"The president instructed that your level isn’t sufficient to report directly to him," Si Ran finished explaining and then left.
Qiao Xiang stood dazed at her desk, unable to co back to herself for a long ti.
Her eyes were cold and shadowed, her hands clenched into fists, her sharp nails digging into her palms.
When Fang Mo arrived, she was still out of it.
Fang Mo called out to her.
Qiao Xiang was lost in her own world, daydreaming.
Fang Mo walked over and knocked on her desk.
Qiao Xiang instantly ca back to reality. "Ah, Assistant Fang!"
Fang Mo looked at her displeasedly, "Your work attitude has been poor these past few days."
Qiao Xiang imdiately bowed her head. "I’m sorry!"
"Secretary Qiao, you haven’t been made permanent yet," Fang Mo reminded, "So please show the appropriate attitude and ensure no further problems arise."
"Yes!" Qiao Xiang nodded earnestly. "I will be careful from now on."
Fang Mo smiled kindly, "Such basic mistakes as yesterday’s form, I hope they won’t happen again."
"Yes, absolutely not!" Qiao Xiang promised.
Perhaps seeing Fang Mo’s polite manner of speaking, Qiao Xiang felt emboldened to gossip, "Assistant Fang, the president is attending a wedding, you will be accompanying him, right?"
Fang Mo was taken aback, his gaze imdiately becoming wary, "Secretary Qiao, is there sothing you need?"
"Oh, no, just asking," Qiao Xiang said, "My sister is also attending the wedding with the president; their relationship has been really good recently."
Just then, Pei Liyan erged from his office, overhearing her words.
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