Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Shen Chunjiang remarked, “You can see what you like to do and choose a suitable position.”
Shen Wan’s eyes flashed. “Any position is fine?”
“Dad believes you have discretion and won’t deliberately make things difficult.”
This statement carried a deeper meaning.
Just as Shen Wan was deep in thought, a voice interrupted—
“The group’s personnel relationships are complicated, unlike Mingya, which is simpler. It may be challenging for Wan Wan to adapt immediately. How about coming to Tian Shui to be my assistant for a while before joining Mingda?”
Shen Qian smiled and gave a suggestion, every sentence considering her, portraying the image of a “good brother.”
But it made Shen Wan extremely uncomfortable.
However, father and son didn’t intend to give her the opportunity to speak. After hearing this, Shen Chunjiang decisively confirmed. “Good, it’s settled! Once the Mingya liquidation is over, let Wan Wan stay with you temporarily.”
With that, he strode away, in a hurry to inform the people below and not delay the Red Asia Village project…
The spacious living room was now only left with two people.
Shen Qian walked up to her and a smile appeared in his eyes. “Soon, we’ll be working together. Are you happy?”
“You planned this a long time ago; this is the result you wanted!” She suddenly turned around, her laughter filled with mockery.
The man didn’t get angry. On the contrary, his eyes had a warm gleam, as if it were about to overflow, soft like water, gentle as cotton, and clear as the moon.
“Whether it’s planned or not, it just happened.”
Shen Wan trembled with anger.
The man tightly pursed his thin lips and looked at her, “Are you so unwilling to be my assistant?” She looked so angry…
“At the beginning, I even rejected Shen Ru. What makes you think I would be willing to work with you?”
He paused. “You don’t like this position?”
Shen Wan’s lips curled up, and she whispered softly—
“I don’t like you.”
The man’s pupils contracted, and it felt like a dense needle was ruthlessly piercing his heart, “Don’t like me…”
Don’t like you…
You…
After a while, he smiled, and his unsightly expression instantly returned to a gentle demeanor. “Then endure it! Because—you don’t have the right to resist anything!”
With that, he turned and left.
His hurried footsteps seemed to be covering up something as if he was afraid that if he stayed another second, he might…
Really ruthless!
Even though he knew where it hurt the most, he still couldn’t resist poking it.
Shen Qian walked too fast and didn’t look back, naturally missing the calmness in the woman’s eyes and the fleeting cold smile on her lips.
This wasn’t the reaction one would expect from someone who felt trapped.
“No right to resist?” A barely audible murmur hung in the air, “Perhaps not…”
The second sentence was even softer, like a mosquito’s buzz.
The moon was high in the sky, and the night grew darker.
The entire Dongliu Villa was immersed in silence, peaceful and serene.
Since the day he was punished with push-ups, Lushen became quiet. He seemed like a withered eggplant, languishing in his room all day, only coming downstairs to eat.
There was no other way; his arms and legs ached terribly—
Even simple actions like raising his hand or taking a step were torturous.
So much so that what he wanted to do most right now was lie in bed—play dead!
But he couldn’t!
Lushen blinked, propped up his drooping eyelids, and stared at his motionless phone as if trying to see something magical.
Finally, just as the hour hand was about to point to midnight, it rang.
“Young Master Lu.” On the other end, there was a deep and low male voice, cold but respectful.
“How’s it going? Have you found anything?” Lushen’s eyes lit up.
It had been two days, there should be some results by now….
