A re assistant surely wouldn’t dare make decisions for the boss; if he’s saying this, no doubt it’s the man’s indication.
"Tell you?" Yu Qinglu walked up to Liu An, her face adorned with a sophisticated professional makeup, smiling slightly, "Do you have the right to listen?"
This was disdain and contempt.
...
The door to the CEO’s office was forcefully pushed open from the outside, the door panel hit the wall and bounced back, making a harsh noise.
Secretary Tang, who was reporting on the quarterly assessnt form, was startled, dropping the file holder in his hand to the floor, instinctively turning back to see which deity had arrived in such a... remarkable manner.
Upon seeing Yu Qinglu at the office door, his eyes widened.
"You, go out first."
A faint voice sounded, Secretary Tang quickly concealed his surprised and gossip-hungry expression, picked up the files on the floor, as if he hadn’t seen anything, bowed his head respectfully, "Yes."
When leaving the office, he conveniently closed the door behind him.
Yu Qinglu slowly walked to the desk.
In the office, only the sound of him flipping through docunts remained; only when she had kicked the door open did he furrow his brows and glance at her, just a glance, with neither joy nor anger, as if... she was insignificant.
Lowering her head, looking at the floor beneath her feet, she spoke slowly, "Mr. Mu rely moved from that position to the sofa, I sprained my ankle and couldn’t move, any gentleman with a bit of courtesy would do so, is Mrs. Mu too narrow-minded or excessively jealous?"
The incident happened yesterday at noon, and now it’s ten in the morning, not even twenty hours have passed.
It seems Miss Nan is not as aloof and indifferent as she appears on the surface, as if she doesn’t care about anything.
Upon hearing this, Mu Jin Huan’s indifferent and stern features showed not a ripple of emotion, browsing the data report on the desk, his voice serene, "Transferring you was my decision; it has nothing to do with her."
Yu Qinglu stared intensely at the handso face already etched in her heart, sneering coldly, "There are so many won who like you in the company, why did you only push away?"
It has nothing to do with Nan Wan?
Heh...
Mu Huan, you’re taking all the responsibility on yourself, not letting her bear even a bit, are you afraid I’ll cause her trouble?
After looking at the data report, Mu Jin Huan continued browsing the English emails on the computer screen; even in the midst of a bustling and noisy night market, he could work calmly without being disturbed by the external chaos.
Just like now, his ears listened to Yu Qinglu’s questioning, but his mind was filled with English characters.
Without lifting his head, "I’ve said it before, the secretary’s job isn’t suitable for your current physical condition. You’re afraid of disconnecting from society and want to work; I respect your thought. Coincidentally, Yihan needs a translator, it’s very easy, and if you go to the Huo Group, he will also take care of you."
Smooth and plausible.
"Mu Jin Huan," Yu Qinglu called him by his full na, her hand hanging at her side clenched tightly, her nails deeply embedded in her palm, "Are you trying to draw a clear boundary with ?"
There was no heating in the office, and in less than ten minutes of her being inside, her whole body had cooled down.
Even the palms being dug into by nails felt numb, without pain.
Mu Jin Huan began replying to emails, his distinct, jointed fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard, his dark eyes as calm as usual, "There are always boundaries between friends."
Yu Qinglu stood with difficulty in place, taking a deep breath, maintaining the calmness in her voice, "I know you’ve already married, but you promised Ah Zhao to take care of for a lifeti."
He never breaks his promises, and he can’t break this promise.
The tapping on the keyboard stopped because the words ’Ah Zhao’ stirred the depths of the dark pool within Mu Jin Huan.
However, as he lifted his gaze, all emotions were already thoroughly concealed, restored to calmness, he said slowly, "Qinglu, I’ve always been taking care of you."
In those profound, unfathomable dark eyes, Yu Qinglu couldn’t see a trace of warmth, apart from indifference, there was only an aloofness that kept her at a distance of a thousand miles away.
It seed like a fortress, keeping her and everyone else outside, allowing only one person to enter.
The smile on her face was both mocking and derisive, "Then why don’t you take care of with money?"
Mu Jin Huan looked at Yu Qinglu in silence for half a minute.
Then, he took out a blank check from the drawer, wrote his na at the signature line with a pen, stood up and handed it to her, his voice steady, "As long as it’s within the limits of my ability, fill in whatever amount you want."
The arc of Yu Qinglu’s lips froze, her beautiful face instantly turned ashen pale.
[As long as it’s within the limits of my ability, fill in whatever amount you want...]
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