Lu Zhaoran sat down in his office chair and lit a cigarette, peering through the thick smoke at the woman standing by the door, who hadn’t moved an inch.
Disgust was written clearly on her pretty face, as if even the air in this place was filthy.
“Did you barge in here just to see how I dote on other women?” Lu Zhaoran exhaled a plume of smoke, the pale mist blurring his features.
Yan Luoxi watched him quietly.
Getting angry with him now seemed like an insult to her own judgment from back then.
How blind she had been!
“President Lu, you’ve taken all my resources,” Yan Luoxi said directly, her voice so calm it lacked any inflection.
If last time his betrayal had caused her heartache, this time, she felt only disgust.
Lu Zhaoran raised an eyebrow, “Are you here to beg for mercy?”
Yan Luoxi let out a cold laugh, stood up straight, and shook her head, “No, I’m here to thank you.”
“Thank me?” Lu Zhaoran stared at her suspiciously.
Seeing him with Lai Zhiyuan and seeing how instead of throwing a tantrum or going hysterical, she was strangely calm and even wanted to thank him, did this woman not have a heart?
Or perhaps, had she never loved him in these three years?
“Yes, thank you for not laying your hands on me, this little ‘cabbage,’ in the past three years, thank you for not marrying me before cheating. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
However, Lu Zhaoran, one day you will regret your actions today!”
Yan Luoxi’s voice was resounding and confident.
After speaking, she hardly gave Lu Zhaoran another glance as she stormed out and slammed the door behind her.
Lu Zhaoran watched the closed door of his office and suddenly panicked.
He stood up, only to slump back down, drained of strength.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, but the smoke choked him, bringing tears to his eyes.
A pair of hands gently took the half-lit cigarette from his grasp and extinguished it in the ashtray.
Lai Zhiyuan sat on his lap and kissed his chin.
“Zhaoran, I love you.
From the moment I first saw you, I was deeply fascinated by you,” Lai Zhiyuan looked up at him, her eyes full of admiration and worship, as if she were venerating her own god.
Yan Luoxi left the CEO’s office in a fury, encountering stares and whispers along the way, but she ignored them all.
Regardless of whether she cared or not, Lu Zhaoran’s betrayal had taken deep root in her heart, becoming an unspeakable hidden pain.
As she exited the company building, before she could even feel sadness, her phone vibrated with a new WeChat voice message, “Erluo, I’m so bored, come to Zuo’an and party with me.”
She put on her sunglasses and took a taxi to Zuo’an.
No sooner had she entered when she ran into an old acquaintance.
She was about to avoid him when he had already called out to her, “I’ve already seen you, what are you hiding from?”
Yan Luoxi removed her sunglasses and awkwardly ran her hand through her hair, “Big Brother Mo, Doctor Mo, what are you doing here?”
Yan Luoxi often visited Tian Lingyun’s house, and naturally she knew this handsome man who never got along with Tian Lingyun since childhood.
In fact, his appearance was exactly what girls imagine as the perfect lover. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Before Tian Lingyun knew better, she had a crush on him for two or three years.
Later, after learning his true colors, she only wished she could blind herself.
“So it’s okay for you guys to be here, but not me?
Come on, I’ll take you to Brother Qi,” Mou Chenyi said, grabbing her wrist and dragging her toward the end of the corridor without further ado.
Yan Luoxi tried to shake off his hand but couldn’t, “Hey, hey, let’s talk nicely, no need to get physical, or else tomorrow’s headlines will claim you’re my boyfriend.”
Her words hit home, and Mou Chenyi immediately dropped her hand as if electrocuted, looking around cautiously, “Don’t scare me; I don’t want to be gawked at like a monkey in a zoo.”
Yan Luoxi chuckled, “Now you know how scary I can be, so you’d better keep your distance from me.”
Seeing her turn to leave, Mou Chenyi quickly stepped in front of her, blocking her path, “Brother Qi is in the private room, won’t you go find him?”
Yan Luoxi frowned, “Who’s Brother Qi?”
“Your man,” blurted out Mou Chenyi.
The mood in the private room was heavy; he had come out for air and didn’t expect to catch a little imp like her, which was perfect to send to Elder Tang to stave off his cravings.
Yan Luoxi looked confused, “When did I get a man?”
Mou Chenyi grabbed her hand again, “You’ll see when you go in.”
By the time Yan Luoxi realized, she had already been pulled into the private room, where the bright lights nearly illuminated every corner.
She quickly scanned the room, her gaze sweeping over the four men sitting around a mahjong table, three of whom she normally only saw in financial magazines.
She hadn’t expected them to be all gathered together today, a truly impressive sight!
“Brother Qi, I’ve brought you your girl,” Mou Chenyi pushed Yan Luoxi forward.
Caught off guard, Yan Luoxi stumbled toward one particularly familiar man and the next moment, found herself awkwardly seated next to him, the scene strangely familiar.