Fu Chenlie t her gaze: "What did you say?"
Jiang Wan Ning looked up, trying hard to hold back her tears, pursed her lips, and spoke as if she were being strong: "I said I don’t have much ti left."
With those words, her tears fell from her eyes, not a second more, not a second less, dropping down one by one.
Professional actors rarely achieve such exquisite timing in their performances.
Fu Chenlie, recalling old tis, especially her life-saving grace, couldn’t keep his face cold anymore.
He pulled a tissue from the coffee table, got up, and handed it to Jiang Wan Ning: "When’s your next check-up?"
She took the tissue: "This Friday."
The man responded with a "Hmm": "I’ll go with you to the hospital then."
Jiang Wan Ning was stunned.
She looked at him with red eyes: "You... do you really an that?"
"Hmm."
"Thank you, Ah Lie."
Jiang Wan Ning held the tissue but didn’t wipe her tears.
She suddenly got up from the sofa, threw her arms around Fu Chenlie, and cried in his arms: "Ah Lie, you don’t know how much I suffered abroad these two years. You... you don’t know how painful it is to fight an illness. I really wanted to give up so many tis and just die!"
"But I was afraid, afraid that you’d see the letter I left for you and wait for in Jiang City. So I gritted my teeth, and endured, thinking that when I ca back we could reconcile and beco husband and wife. But I didn’t expect... you’ve already married soone else."
Fu Chenlie originally wanted to push her away.
But hearing her cry so painfully, imagining all she went through in the past two years because she saved him from a great fire five years ago, his hand stopped.
Outside the office.
CEO Zhou from the finance departnt originally ca up to report work, but seeing Fu Chenlie and Jiang Wan Ning embracing inside, she frowned slightly.
Doesn’t Mr. Fu already have Driver Wen as his wife?
Why is he hugging Jiang Wan Ning from the project departnt?!
She glanced at the driver’s lounge and saw no one inside.
CEO Zhou didn’t know what was going on and didn’t want to intrude, so she turned to leave.
Cheng Cheng, returning after finishing so tasks outside, saw her and politely greeted: "CEO Zhou."
She handed the docunt to Cheng Cheng, speaking formally: "Could Assistant Cheng please pass this docunt to Mr. Fu?"
Cheng Cheng was taken aback: "You ca all the way up here, why not give it to Mr. Fu yourself?"
"Mr. Fu is busy."
After speaking, she stuffed the docunt into Cheng Cheng’s hands and walked away.
Cheng Cheng, hearing that Mr. Fu was busy, couldn’t help but walk to the office door to take a look. Through the glass door, he saw Mr. Fu and Jiang Wan Ning embracing inside and was so shocked his eyes almost popped out.
Luckily, Madam has already transferred her position.
Otherwise, if she saw this scene, wouldn’t it lead to a bloody storm?!
...
Foreign Trade Departnt.
Wen Ran was initially a little absent-minded.
But Manager Ye from the foreign trade departnt called her into the office as soon as he arrived at the company, and then called in the salesperson Yao Jie who would guide her in the future.
After a simple introduction and work instructions, Yao Jie left the manager’s office.
Manager Ye handed Wen Ran a file: "These are the details of all expenses of the foreign trade departnt this month. Deliver this to CEO Zhou, the finance director on the 18th floor, and then return to work."
Wen Ran took the file, feeling a pang of awkwardness.
She never expected that on her first day of position transfer, she would have to face CEO Zhou, who had once confessed to Fu Chenlie?
If she rembered correctly, ever since Fu Chenlie made public their marriage, she hadn’t run into CEO Zhou again, nor had CEO Zhou gone to Fu Chenlie to report work.
Suddenly having to deliver a file to CEO Zhou today... Wen Ran felt a bit complicated.
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