"But since my sister has spoken, I’ll help you. I won’t expose you, nor will I deny you, but beyond that, I can’t do much."
He couldn’t help her much.
The path of life is one you choose and walk alone; others’ help is limited.
"I understand." Wen Cai knew and accepted this.
"I’m actually really scared," she said to Wen Li, after thinking for a mont.
"I’m constantly on edge, terrified of being exposed." Sothing that’s not hers won’t ever truly be hers, as if she was forcing it.
But now that she finally had such an opportunity, how could she easily give it up?
Could anyone else do it if they were in her place?
"You have to hold on, because if you lose this identity, you’ll et a quick end." Wen Li saw through her intentions imdiately.
"As long as Fu Rong doesn’t expose you, you have to keep pretending, understand?"
Wen Cai nodded: "Yes, I understand."
"Alright, let take you back."
By the ti they returned to the villa, it was already ten o’clock in the evening.
Wen Cai went upstairs and saw the light spilling from the study, turned on her heel, and headed back down.
It wasn’t long before she returned with a bowl of soup.
Fu Rong behaved as if he wasn’t aware of her arrival, not even lifting his head.
She placed the soup in front of Fu Rong, who finally looked up, but only gave her a fleeting glance without any extra gesture.
"Take a break," Wen Cai suggested helplessly.
"I’m busy. If there’s nothing else, you can leave." Fu Rong’s voice was cold.
Wen Cai bit her lower lip, feeling quite aggrieved.
"Don’t want to leave? Then help handle this docunt." Fu Rong tossed her a docunt.
It was about the reconstruction of the towns after the previous flood.
Wen Cai glanced at it and felt overwheld: "I can’t do it."
She’d never dealt with such matters; how could she possibly understand it?
"Can’t do it? You’re my secretary; you’ve always dealt with these things. Now you’re telling you can’t?" Fu Rong stood up.
His towering figure lood over her, the pressure weighing down like a mountain.
"What I an is, I’m no longer your secretary, handling this isn’t appropriate."
Fu Rong placed his hands on both sides of the table, enclosing her within his arms: "Rules are made by people; if I say you can, then you can."
"Alright." Seeing no way out, Wen Cai could only agree.
"Can I take it back to my room? I need to check so docunts there too."
Wen Cai said this cautiously, fearing Fu Rong wouldn’t agree.
Unexpectedly, Fu Rong only considered it for a mont before nodding: "As you wish."
Wen Cai left as if she were fleeing, not noticing the profound and unreadable gaze Fu Rong had when he watched her go.
Returning to her room, Wen Cai’s heart was pounding wildly.
It took a long ti before she cald down, picking up the docunt to read it carefully again, but found herself at a loss.
Holding onto a glimr of hope, she sought help from Ye Ranran.
Ye Ranran was in the office looking at reports, and when she received another call from Wen Cai, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting shallow shadows.
"Are you stupid? If you don’t understand, why take on such things?" After listening to the call’s contents, Ye Ranran scolded.
"It wouldn’t have been appropriate for to refuse. Please help , or I’m dood."
Truthfully, Ye Ranran didn’t want to ddle more, but seeing her fall would do her no good either.
Who knows if Fu Rong would pursue her again?
Because of that slim possibility, Ye Ranran couldn’t refuse to help her.
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