Earlier, Ling Kong was so angry, could he have taken it out on her in a fit of rage, giving her so punishnt? What if he interferes with the interview tomorrow and takes the opportunity to punish her?
Yiyi felt uneasy and restless inside.
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Compared to Yiyi’s inner turmoil, the situation on the other side was like being swept by a storm, leaving chaos in its wake.
"Lord Chief, I’ll clean it up imdiately," the deputy officer, Jiang Yang, spoke tremblingly, looking at the floor covered with broken items, his face turning pale.
In his impression, this young master of the Helian Family was powerful, wise, and majestic, more calm and composed, serene and elegant. He would smile even when angry—though the smile looked terrifying, full of scheming malice.
Never did he expect such a furious act of throwing things would happen to this calm and composed man known for his even temperant.
It was utterly unbelievable, like a dormant volcano suddenly erupting.
Jiang Yang didn’t know what had happened, just read the signs, and noticed that the Lord Chief’s mood had been off since the award ceremony.
Afterwards, at the celebratory banquet, he didn’t stay long, returning to his room in a hurry.
Jiang Yang thought he was tired and wanted to rest, so he went out to prepare so toiletries. When he returned, he saw the aftermath of a storm, things scattered everywhere—he was stunned, thinking he had entered the wrong room.
"Um, Lord Chief, did I do sothing wrong?" Jiang Yang beca anxious, imdiately trying to recall what he might have done. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked at Ling Kong with unease, "Was it because I chose the Duke’s daughter without your approval, and it displeased you?"
Because his expression was off at that ti, could it really be this matter?
He had been in such a hurry then, and it wasn’t easy to find a replacent. Just happened to et the Duke’s daughter, who was willing to help, so he brought her in.
"It’s nothing to do with you." Ling Kong sat on the sofa with an expressionless face, then the corners of his mouth ford a lancholic curve, "It doesn’t matter who you choose for ."
Anyway, the one who mattered didn’t care, so it didn’t matter who it was.
Jiang Yang beca more puzzled. So what was the matter, who was it that could make the Lord Chief so furious, lose control of his emotions, and abandon his usual graceful deanor?
This person was really remarkable; the Lord Chief must care about them a great deal. Otherwise, why be so angry?
That person was truly excessive, to anger the Lord Chief like this.
"How about I make you a cup of tea to calm your nerves and reduce the fire?"
Ling Kong glared at him coldly from the corner of his eye: "Are you joking? Go get so wine, I’m in a bad mood, clean up and get out quickly!"
"Yes." Jiang Yang’s eyes were filled with stars of gratitude.
The Lord Chief was kicking him out out of concern, so he wouldn’t get caught up in his fury. Even when he smashed things earlier, he waited until he was not around. Such a considerate Lord Chief.
Ling Kong squinted at Jiang Yang’s overly sentintal expression, feeling speechless. What was this? Was this deputy appointed to him actually a masochist?
"Why aren’t you going yet?" He couldn’t stand the look on Jiang Yang’s face.
"Yes, yes, yes." Jiang Yang enthusiastically cleaned up, fetched wine, and obediently poured it before leaving the room.
Yet in the hallway, he encountered Lie Fengzi, elegantly approaching in a gorgeous gown.
"Why did Ling Kong leave the banquet so soon?" Lie Fengzi asked in surprise.
Ever since the award ceremony, she had been unable to control her excitent; her mother and her usual girlfriends all called, teasing her in ambiguous tones. Her mother was overjoyed, and her girlfriends were extrely envious.
Though she was always calm, at that mont, her heart was filled with infinite sweetness, floating on air.
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