"Run away? Madam, the more you talk, the more confused I beco."
"To run away is to leave ho...sigh, I can’t even enjoy a peaceful life. Find so ti to call Zhang Cheng, ask him to co quietly to see ."
...
On Tuesday, Xia Wan’an still hadn’t gone to work, and Han Jingnian was still in a state of agitation.
At three o’clock in the afternoon, for so unknown reason, he suddenly stord into the design departnt floor and called an unscheduled eting.
Calling it a eting was a stretch. Zhang Te, who was watching from the sidelines, thought it was more like nit-picking.
Everyone from Gu Yuzhi down to the interns under him was picked on by Jingnian with countless problems, up to absurd reasons like dressing too flashily, having ugly handwriting, frequently going to the restroom during work hours, and so on.
Zhang Te understood well enough, that President Han was clearly taking out his frustrations on everyone for mocking his wife in the WeChat group.
The pressure in the design departnt was reduced to negative values because of Han Jingnian.
Everyone sat in front of the conference table like guilty schoolchildren, not daring to make a sound.
As the end of the workday approached, Jingnian showed no signs of letting anyone off the hook. As ti went on, by eight o’clock, the entire design departnt was in a state of thinking life was aningless and preferring death over this dread, having shifted from being downcast.
By nine o’clock, Han Jingnian finally graciously dismissed the eting. As soon as he left, everyone in the design departnt rushed into the restroom like a swarm.
...
On Wednesday, Xia Wan’an still hadn’t shown up, and Zhang Te thought to himself, it’s going to be another hard day.
But to his surprise, Jingnian, throughout the day, was unusually quiet. He ca into the office at eight in the morning and worked until going ho without leaving the office.
On Thursday morning, when Zhang Te ca to the company, he saw that the light was on in Han Jingnian’s office. Han Jingnian was asleep, his head resting on the desk. Scrawled on the docunts spread on the table, full of notes, he was holding a pen, and under the pen was a blank sheet of paper. The paper had so scribbled words that Zhang Te could vaguely recognize: "Still not coming ho..."
Zhang Te didn’t know when Han Jingnian fell asleep, afraid to disturb him, he quietly left the office.
By the ti he returned at nine, Han Jingnian was already up and cleaned, and just like yesterday, he was working like a machine.
On Thursday night, Zhang Te deliberately worked late, he held on to his sleepiness till three in the morning. Seeing Jingnian still working non-stop, he was about to remind him to rest when he noticed the office door opening and Jingnian coming out.
Zhang Te thought Han Jingnian would go to stay at the Four Seasons Hotel, but he actually went ho.
After several nights without sleeping well, his body was tired, but when Jingnian lay in the bed he and she used to share, he couldn’t fall asleep.
In the past, he rarely ca ho. But now, as he was alone in the house, he felt it was too empty. So empty that it made him feel lonely...what about her? When she was alone at ho before, did she feel the sa?
Sleep eluded him yet another night.
On Friday, when Zhang Te ca to pick Han Jingnian up for work, yawning, he saw an additional file bag in his hand.
After arriving at the company, Han Jingnian handed Zhang Te the file bag: "You go handle this, transfer this house ownership to her na."
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