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Xue Yuming gladly smiled, âIâm fine, mother. Thank you for your concern.â
âGood, itâs all about fate whether youâll get a child after all. Itâs an unfulfilled fate if the child never managed to come into this world. Youâre only one or two decades younger than me, so donât play with fire again. You wonât know what youâll lose the next time,â replied the old lady expressionlessly before storming out of the ward with her stalk tapping loudly, leaving the mother frowning in confusion.
Play with fire?
HMPH! You called it playing with fire just because I did not get the child. If I got it, you would be watching your words!
You got Huo Chen at my age and that was merely because of pure luck. Remember that!
Xue Yuming snorted as she slightly ground her teeth.
Lu Zhaoyang looked away since she expected the dowager to act as such towards the two of them since she began to step into the mansion. She checked out the calendar. It had been almost a week since the 1st of January. She should be back in the city. There was some unfinished business.
âMommy, Iâll be leaving tomorrow,â said Zhaoyang gently to her mother.
âAlright, have a safe journey. Work hard, be happy. Mommy will be alright and will always love you,â said Xue Yuming as she patted her daughter.
âI will!â
On the second day, Lu Zhaoyang left the capital with a backpack. She did not head home first to drop her belongings. Instead, she went straight to the Devilâs reign himself, Thunderbolt Corp.
The devil was having a meeting at that moment and she was obedient enough to just remain in her seat at the Secretaryâs Office. She swiftly poured herself a cup of coffee and switched on the computer, launching Microsoft Word almost immediately after the Window XPâs booting sound. The Secretaryâs Office was not packed that day but the secretaries were certainly very occupied as they surveyed the Head Secretary of Thunderbolt Corp. coming to work much later than her colleagues.
Well, sisterâs privileges. They thought.
âA RESIGNATION LETTER?â The dramatic scream nearly sent Secretary Lu down on the floor. She turned her head, only to see rosy lips widely open. She sighed and rubbed her forehead âPlease, Yazhi. Could you stop doing that next time? I almost had a heart attack.â
Waitâthereâs no more to this.
Iâll be leaving hereâfor good.
No more atoning âsinsâ for my mother to Huo Yunting.
He had taken someoneâs life. I owed him nothing more.
âFOR REAL? Senior Lu, I thought you were just typing it for fun!â She still could not believe the bolded Times New Roman in all caps on the screen, âDo you really plan to resign? Why? Arenât we having fun here? Arenât we the best partners ever?â Said Lin Yazhi with teary eyes.
âWe are cool. Itâs not your fault,â said Zhaoyang while her fingers remained dancing like a butterfly on the keyboard.
âBut...â Yazhi looked at her senior guiltily, âThe president once warned me to stay away from youâare you sure itâs not because of me?â
Oh really? Huo Yunting? You and your possessiveness!
Of all names thatâs the one I would like to hear last. I rather turn deaf if I had to hear his name again!
You donât deserve anything. You are only a selfish and ill-mannered man spoiled byâ
âSenior Lu...â
âIâm done,â said Zhaoyang lightheartedly as she did a CTRL+P and smashed the ENTER key straight as if launching a guillotine. The printer behind her was beeping as the paper reeled in slowly. âSenior Lu!â Lin Yazhi tried to stop her while the rest, completely astounded, watched.
Oh my Lady Gaga, Secretary Lu, the black widow is quitting? Thatâs the biggest news ever since Starlight Quintet!
Zhaoyang could hear them gasping. She turned towards them and smiled, âI have stayed in this company long enough. Iâm just in need of a change of environment after all.â
âI...see. A career shift eh?â Though unconvinced, Lin Yazhi still went back to her seat like a student upon her teacherâs call.
That was when the devilâs shadow showed up at the corridor. Huo Yunting briskly walked past the window with his eyes glancing at his head secretary.
Finally, she comes to work.
The president was feeling a little overjoyed that he did not notice his featherweight steps.
No doubt, his woman saw her too as she finished up her coffee and walked to the Presidentâs Office with the letter.
She did not knock and headed straight in, as usual.
There was no Mo Shan. No bugs around the corner. Only the veil of Cohiba smoke in the air as the man leaned against his throne.
Back to square one.
She thought.