Gu Yikun’s voice carried a powerful aura, instantly freezing the air in the room.
Han Jiayi turned around in disbelief, seeing the president standing behind her with an angry expression. His chiseled and handso features appeared calm, but his srizing eyes were enough to make everyone shudder.
All the affairs of Wanling Entertainnt were usually decided by General Manager Yang Chenmin; the president rarely intervened and seldom ca down to the fifth floor. Today, he had personally co down.
What exactly is the relationship between this woman and the president?
She knew that Zhang Miaoyan was sponsored by Mr. Gu, but ever since Zhang Miaoyan joined the company, the president hadn’t given her any special attention. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared to make a move against Zhang Miaoyan.
The president hadn’t even paid attention to Zhang Miaoyan, yet he appeared here for this woman.
Even soone as clueless as Han Jiayi could see that this was not simple. She was so terrified that her teeth chattered, "Pres... President."
An Junxi looked a bit disheveled now.
During the scuffle earlier, her hat had tilted to one side, and her glasses had sohow gone missing.
She simply took off her hat, letting her smooth flowing hair cascade down. Combined with her casual attire today, she looked like a fresh graduate.
She picked up her phone, the screen already shattered beyond recognition.
An Junxi glared at Han Jiayi, walking towards Gu Yikun with grievance, "Yi Ke, my phone is broken."
Gu Yikun looked down at her, his sharp gaze turning soft and gentle.
His slender hand caressed her cheek, "It’s okay, I’ll buy you a new one."
Gu Yikun’s magnetic, indulgent voice was exceptionally clear in the silent air, leaving Han Jiayi stunned as she looked at the president.
She had rarely interacted with the president closely, but she knew that the Gu Family president was famously cold-blooded in the dia. Words of awe about President Gu’s dominance in the business world filled the pages.
This high and mighty, decisive man surprisingly had such a tender side.
If one hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would believe it?
An Junxi put her phone into her bag; Gu Yikun suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled up her sleeve. There were several obvious red marks on her slender, fair arm.
A storm gathered in the depths of Gu Yikun’s eyes. He asked, "Who did this?"
Han Jiayi’s legs weakened as she held onto a nearby table, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible, wishing she could disappear imdiately.
Tang Yue hid behind Han Jiayi. She finally rembered why this woman looked so familiar; she had been reported by the dia before—she was the president’s girlfriend!
About President Gu’s girlfriend, the dia had reported once and never ntioned the president’s private life again. Many people gradually forgot about that inconspicuous woman.
After all, it was just a passing affair. Who knew how long it would last—days or months?
Seeing the president’s attitude towards her now, it was clearly sincere.
Tang Yue whispered a reminder to Han Jiayi. She felt like her career was ending, regretting deeply that she hadn’t avoided this trouble from the beginning!
Han Jiayi wished she could strangle this assistant. Why didn’t she say so earlier!
Gu Yikun’s cold gaze swept over everyone. Han Jiayi was almost collapsing, crying as she said, "President, I didn’t an it."
The security guards exchanged glances, deciding to protect themselves.
One of them stepped forward and said, "President, Miss Tang Yue inford us that a paparazzo had broken into the company and asked us to search everyone."
Another one added, "When we saw Miss An, we imdiately knew it was a misunderstanding and, of course, didn’t dare search Miss An."
In other words, they were just passing by and had nothing to do with it!
Han Jiayi, being in the entertainnt industry, had unrivaled skills in shifting bla. She pushed Tang Yue forward, "It’s all my assistant’s fault for acting rashly and notifying the security guards on her own. It was all a misunderstanding. Miss An, please forgive her this ti."
Tang Yue was pushed out by Han Jiayi, raging inside but not daring to show it on her face. She chose the wisest course of action and bowed sincerely to An Junxi at ninety degrees, "Miss An, I’m sorry!"
An Junxi watched this drama unfold and couldn’t help but admire Han Jiayi’s quick reflexes. Such a skillful woman—no wonder Zhang Miaoyan was always bullied by her and couldn’t match her.
Gu Yikun said, "Han Jiayi, you’re just a newcor. Yet you dare to be so arrogant? Have Yang Chenmin put you into indefinite suspension."
After finishing, he added, "Indefinite suspension."
Suspension—in the entertainnt industry, this was almost a fatal blow to a rising star.
Han Jiayi cried bitterly, no longer looking like a new idol, begging, "President, this really is a misunderstanding. Miss An, I was wrong. Please forgive my lack of judgnt, and help talk to the president. I can’t be suspended!"
An Junxi felt a bit sympathetic. They had only had an unpleasant conflict with no deep hatred—it would be too harsh to permanently suspend Han Jiayi.
However, she couldn’t do anything. Gu Yikun was the group president, leading many employees. He had his dignity, and his words couldn’t be easily taken back.
An Junxi said to Han Jiayi, "Let’s see how it goes."
She tugged at Gu Yikun’s sleeve, "Yi Ke, let’s go to your office."
Gu Yikun took An Junxi away.
After they left, Han Jiayi tearfully begged Zhang Miaoyan, "Miaoyan, are you and Miss An friends? Please plead for . I really can’t be suspended. It’ll ruin my life!"
Zhang Miaoyan pushed her away, "Miss Han really overestimates . I don’t have that kind of influence, and besides, we’re not close."
Han Jiayi was truly left with nowhere to turn.
Secretary Wang watched the president take Miss An upstairs. She cautiously served them coffee, closed the office door quietly, and turned to gather information on the fifth floor.
As a seasoned secretary, she needed to clearly grasp the internal direction of the company to avoid potential disasters.
Gu Yikun thoroughly checked An Junxi from head to toe, ensuring there were no other injuries. He felt a weight lifted off his heart and said, "I’m revoking my previous statent. You cannot go to Wanling Entertainnt."
Her first visit to the fifth floor almost gave him a heart attack. He couldn’t bear the stress of worrying about her.
An Junxi accused, "You’re breaking your promise!"
Gu Yikun was firm, "Yes, I’d rather break my promise than let you suffer there."
An Junxi climbed onto Gu Yikun’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and whining, "Honey, I won’t suffer. I’m just in charge of photography. Photographers are quite free, and I can co up to see you anyti..." Wanling Entertainnt had a dedicated photography team. She was there to learn, and would not be burdened with heavy tasks.
Gu Yikun’s large hand wrapped around her slender waist, and he said ambiguously, "How about you beco my personal assistant? Then, I can see you anyti, anywhere."
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