a person who even in death plots against others, how could they possibly commit suicide easily"Wei Ming committed suicide! It was you who drove her to it!" Summer Butler's aged face turned an unnatura...Ignoring the disappointed expression of the person beside her, Jian Tong simply washed up, grabbed her bag, and left.

Vivian was busy in the office all day. She came to the office early and took the contract with Damon to her desk. However, when noon arrived, she still found that woman diligently working in the President's office.

She thought it was only because of her cooperation with Damon that the woman had been so preoccupied, burying herself in work until the afternoon when she learned from the secretary department that Jian Tong had instructed them to bring all the documents, big and small, from the company to her.

Vivian felt something was off. The CEO's office door was ajar, and she hesitated before knocking. As her hand touched the door, it swung open automatically. Vivian realized that the woman had poured all of her energy into work.

"Jian, General," she pushed the door open and strode over, somewhat angry: "This isn't working, I know Jian Shi has a lot of problems, but we already have the contract from De Men, don't we Can't you loosen up a little"

"It's not Damon." The woman, busy with her work, signed the documents in her hand without raising her head and responded faintly.

"Not Damon" Vivian frowned. "Not Damon, what are you doing"

"Alright, Vivian, you're dismissed."

That woman still did not raise her head as she spoke.

Looking at the woman's complete dedication to work, Vivian felt a mix of anger and pity. She slammed her palm on the desk, "I heard from downstairs that you didn't even eat lunch."

"I'm not hungry. Get out."

The woman said coldly.

Vivian was taken aback. Since she had been working with this woman, she had never been treated like this before.

"Man is steel rice..."

"Leave." The woman said again in a soft voice, finally lifting her head from the pile of files and looking at Vivian across from her.

"What happened"

Vivian pondered for a moment, finding something amiss. This woman had never treated her like this before: “Little one, it’s fine that I go out, I understand you’re busy with work, but at least spare some time for a meal.”

I said, I'm not hungry.

Vivian frowned: "If you don't eat, I can't explain it."

Vivian, infuriated by Jian Tong's obstinate attitude, suddenly blurted out.

"Account for what" Jian Tong raised an eyebrow. "Account to whom For what"

Vivian then realized she had just slipped up, but the situation had already escalated to this point. Besides… she didn't feel the need to keep secrets for anyone.

“Before Mr. Shen went to Italy, he personally asked me to supervise your meals and ensure you eat at regular times. Although he’s like that now, I agreed to it back then, so I also took on the responsibility of making sure you eat on time.”

Jian Tong was already feeling agitated, and hearing that person's name again only fueled her annoyance: "Am I your superior or is he Vivian, remember your place."

Having said that, she herself changed color first, realizing her words were too much.

"... Jian Tong"

"Go out."

"Is something wrong" After all, she's still the one I know.

You told me, maybe I…

Jian Tong abruptly slammed her fist on the table and stood up. She understood that Vivian was doing this for her own good, that Vivian had good intentions, but at this moment, she couldn't bear the constant nagging: "Get out."

She stood up and, going around the desk, grabbed Vivian's arm and dragged her toward the door.

"Don't do this," Vivian said, "There's nothing that can't be solved. Is it Shen Xiujin Tell me, maybe I can..."

“You can’t!” Those words of comfort could only make her more agitated at this moment. Jian Tong felt a buzzing in her ears, and those concerned voices became arrows, piercing her one by one. Finally, she couldn’t bear it anymore and raised her voice to shout.

She didn't want to hurt Vivian, but she didn't want to hear Vivian mention that person's name again.

She just...wanted Vivian to be quiet, wanted peace and quiet, wanted a pure environment.

"It's Shen Xiujin... right"

Jian Tong suddenly slumped his shoulders, gripping Vivian's sleeve tightly with both hands. He hung his head dejectedly and suppressed his voice, muttering in a low tone: "Vivian, please let me be quiet... okay"

It was a low voice, yet it couldn't hide the plea.

Vivian was startled, suddenly coming to her senses. She wished she could slap herself twice, "Look at you, usually so shrewd, now how can you be so careless!"

Vivian stared at the woman's dejected expression, opened her mouth as if to speak, then closed it again. She turned and pulled open the office door, leaving.

In the office, the woman hadn't returned to her workstation to resume her work with full dedication. She stood still, her face as pale as paper.

She stood there so silently, like a petrified pillar. After about a quarter of an hour, through the door separating her from the office, a faint clatter of dishes could be heard.

Knock knock

A light knock on the door. The person outside didn't say much, just quietly reminded, "It's time to eat."

Then there was silence again.

Inside, the woman stood for a long time, she didn't know how long it had been. She raised her hand, pulled open the door, and bent down to pick up the meal placed at the entrance.

"Vivian, thank you," he whispered to the empty air.

But no one heard.

He walked to the back of his desk, opened his lunchbox, and ate slowly, bite by bite. The food had no taste; even the most delicious dish was tasteless and bland.

Time flew by, and the sky outside darkened as evening approached.

She glanced at the time, it was almost quitting time, but she didn't want to go back to that house for any reason.

Xi Chen hadn't called her all day. She thought about the threatening words she had said this morning, they must have worked after all, they were scared.

After going through all the files on the table, finally, there was no more reason to procrastinate and delay going back.m disbelief to gradually listening quietly.In the ward, only that hoarse female voice remained, speaking her story in a slow, yet rhythmic cadence."But I hate you even more. I thought it was you who t...