Until now, Wu Xue had held a steadfast belief that Fang Dongi was an unwavering pillar of loyalty within the company. However, the shocking revelation from Zhang Wei shook her to the core.
Evidently, Fang Dongi's prolonged presence in this small company was solely motivated by the allure of money, specifically the potential windfall from her shares if the company were to be listed.
It was nothing short of a bitter truth, a reality that extended beyond the company's walls.
Even the exorbitant salaries of top executives were nothing more than minuscule grains of sand in comparison to the astronomical housing prices that lood over their heads.
It beca apparent that the true driving force behind their dedication to their positions lay in the realm of company stocks.
Brimming with rapid growth, the real estate division stood on the precipice of an imminent listing, an event that would undoubtedly fuse its fate with that of Pearl Costics in the not-so-distant future.
Fang Dongi's musings held a certain validity, yet they posed an impending dilemma.
Lin Ruoxi and Wu Xue had recently managed to recruit a plethora of exceptionally talented staff.
But what if their intentions were not rooted in genuine dedication, but rather in the alluring prospect of acquiring shares?
Should both companies be listed and the shares attain desirable value, abandoning ship and selling them at a premium seed to be an inevitable course of action for the opportunistic employees.
This, in turn, would leave the organization bereft of vital personnel and shatter its carefully constructed frawork.
Where others saw dedication and loyalty, Zhang Wei saw only conditional relationships—an irrefutable truth that often eluded the observation of others.
In the face of this revelation, the notion of loyalty was exposed for what it truly was—utter and complete bullshit.
Nevertheless, Fang Dongi harbored no inclination to desert her post.
Her sole motivation resided in the pursuit of personal financial gain, void of ulterior motives or ambitions.
Isn't this was normally people do?
Yet, as she pondered over the reasons behind Zhang Wei deliberately embarrassing her, a sudden realization dawned upon her.
Perhaps she had disturbed his good deeds with Wu Xue, a thought that ignited a fire of anger within her.
Frustration surged through her veins for daring to confront him at such an inappropriate mont.
Deep within her heart, she cursed Zhang Wei and Wu Xue for their unabashed shalessness.
Though she hesitated to seize this opportunity and reveal her findings, for doing so would undoubtedly dig her own grave—the grave of her aspirations and ambitions.
Zhang Wei, his frustration evident, forcefully waved his hands as if shooing away an annoyance. "I'll just have Xue sanction your loan. You can go," he said coldly, his intent to embarrass her palpable in his voice.
Feng Dongi, feeling a mix of fluster and gratitude, nodding hurriedly replied, "Thank you, President." With newfound confidence, she swiftly rose from her seat and sauntered out, her hips swaying defiantly, no longer willing to tolerate this wretched place.
In the depths of her being, Zhang Wei appeared more fearso than even Lin Ruoxi. In an instant, he transford from a despicable, lustful man into a spine-chilling leader in her eyes.
A perplexed expression settled on Wu Xue's face as she erged from the room. "Why did you call Xue? Won't Director Fang beco suspicious?" she inquired with an unsettling unease, her confusion apparent at his unnervingly intimate reference.
Wouldn't this only serve to heighten Fang Dongi's suspicions?
A sly, mischievous grin crept across Zhang Wei's face. "Oh, then what should I call you? Or perhaps... Ai Ren?" he taunted, his playful tone sending a shiver down her spine.
Her cheeks ignited with a burning blush, and Wu Xue hastily retreated into the sanctuary of her small cabin, her heart pounding with embarrassnt, terrified of facing him again.
"Haha," Zhang Wei chuckled to himself, relishing in the thrill of teasing an older woman. Now, his thoughts shifted to what he should do with Fang Dongi.
Although no concrete plans had ford, he was determined to teach that woman a well-deserved lesson.
'A married woman, huh?'
With a wicked plan in his heart, Zhang Wei was ready for tomorrow, when he would finally et Lin Ruoxi again.
As a privileged woman who had never witnessed poverty, how would she be able to endure this hunger?
He wondered just how desperate she must be at this mont.
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In the small room, illuminated by blindingly bright white light, a disheveled woman nad Lin Ruoxi relentlessly pounds on the door, her desperate pleas echoing off the sterile walls.
"Get out!!"
"I need food!"
"I would die here like this!"
Her hair is a wild ss, evoking an image of a person teetering on the edge of insanity. The room contains nothing but a solitary bed, and the small water bottle within it is a cruel reminder of its emptiness.
Lin Ruoxi, once a picture of opulence and wealth, now stands before us, a shadow of her forr self. Yet, traces of her beauty still linger on her face, stark against the backdrop of her current tornt.
Raven, observing the distressing scene alongside Rose through a hidden cara, turns to her companion. "Are you sure she can endure another day in this state?" she asks, her voice laden with concern.
Rose's lips form a solemn frown as she gazes at the harrowing spectacle of Lin Ruoxi spiraling into madness.
Though it has only been her second day of confinent, the exhaustion from a sleepless night with Zhang Wei has transford this period into what feels like a week of starvation for her.
Hunger may still be suppressed through ketogenesis, but the absence of water is driving her mind to the brink of lunacy, dehydration clouding her thoughts.
The basic needs of human beings are satisfied in a specific sequence, ranging from essentials to luxuries.
First, water and food are essential for survival. Only then does the need for financial security beco a concern, followed by the pursuit of luxuries.
But when you strip away the essentials, breaking down these layers of needs, one no longer dares to contemplate the higher levels of fulfillnt. The earlier needs, left unt, beco all-consuming.
Zhang Wei, in his cruel act, has stripped away everything that Lin Ruoxi requires to survive, ultimately propelling her toward the precipice of sanity.
She has already succumbed to unconsciousness once, and upon waking, she flailed and thrashed, throwing a fit.
Now, as the live footage played out on the monitor, Rose watched Lin Ruoxi crumble into a devastating display of vulnerability, her strength eroded by her dire circumstances.
Dry signs of tears on her cheeks as she pleaded, her voice dim as if verge on death, "... water... I want... to go ... outside... please.... "
Lin Ruoxi's voice trembled and faltered as she whispered her darkest fear, the weight of her desperation palpable. "I... I'll die...
Did they leave her here for her impending death?
Lin Ruoxi didn't want to die like this...
She still wants to live...
But the thought of being abondened forever made her very soul shiver.
Her head bowed low, her unkempt hair cascading like a dark veil, Lin Ruoxi knelt near the door, her body trembling uncontrollably.
In this mont, it beca painfully clear that her spirit, battered and fragile, had never possessed the resilience required to endure such cruel confinent.
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A/N: Ai Ren = Lover
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