"Fu Lengyu, are you doing this on purpose? You know very well that I can't finish it!"
An Ran stretched out her arm to show Fu Lengyu her swollen wrist.
But Fu Lengyu just glanced at it coldly and said, "If your hand is broken, it counts as a work injury."
...
If looks could kill, Fu Lengyu would have died a thousand times over.
An Ran walked out of the CEO's office with the documents in her arms, biting her lip and sitting angrily at her desk.
Her hand hurt so much that she couldn't even move it, how was she supposed to copy the documents? She might as well let Fu Lengyu deduct her bonus for this month.
Anyway... she owed him too much money, even if she worked for a lifetime, she wouldn't be able to pay it off.
There was still the ointment that Lu Ye Bai had just given her on the desk. An Ran picked it up, squeezed some onto her wrist, and carefully applied it.
As soon as the ointment was applied, she felt a cool and comfortable sensation on her hand.
After a while, An Ran felt that her wrist wasn't as painful asbefore. It seemed that the ointment was really magical.
Putting Fu Lengyu's troublesome documents aside, An Ran began to think about how to design the fashion show this time.
It was the season for new autumn products, and windbreaker jackets and sweaters were the best materials in fashion. She had to add some elements that were unique to An's brand.
...
An Ran was lost in thought, and if her colleague hadn't called her, she might not have woken up.
"What are you thinking about? I've been calling you for a while. You're amazing, Mrs. CEO."
The woman rolled her eyes impatiently.
Although An Ran had been working in the office for a while, she didn't know the female colleague in front of her.
"What's up?"
The colleague slammed a stack of documents on An Ran's desk, "We're going out for lunch, can you please make a copy of these documents?"
Without waiting for An Ran's response, she left on her own.
This had been happening for a while, and An Ran had gotten used to it. It wasn't difficult to make a copy, and it didn't take much effort.Coincidentally, she also had to make a copy of Fu Lengyu's documents, and it was twenty copies!
As soon as An Ran returned to her desk with the copied documents, the phone rang.
"Come in!"
Two concise words, followed by a busy tone.
An Ran could imagine Fu Lengyu's deadpan expression even with her eyes closed.
Well, she'd better go quickly to prevent him from causing any more trouble.
Dang dang dang-
"Come in."
"CEO, did you need me?"
"Are the documents copied?"
"I just made twenty copies." An Ran explained quickly.
But Fu Lengyu slammed his hand on the desk, "I said copy! Copy! Can't you understand? Or are you deaf?"
An Ran raised her hands, "I can't even hold a pen with my hands, how can I copy? Besides, aren't all the copies the same?"
"Are you questioning me?"
Fu Lengyu squinted his eyes, his icy gaze carrying aterrifying intimidation that made An Ran shudder.
"Who gave you the courage to question me?" Fu Lengyu stepped forward, inching closer to An Ran until she was backed up against the wall.
When she had nowhere else to go, he stopped. They were only a fist's distance apart, and An Ran could feel the pounding of Fu Lengyu's heart."What do you want?"
"What do I want? An Ran, have you forgotten that your mother and the An family are still in my hands?"
"I haven't forgotten! How could I forget?" An Ran bit her lip, turning it white.
Fu Lengyu looked at her pain and fear, a smile creepingonto his lips.
"I just want the documents, handwritten by you."
"I'll copy them right away."
In the end, An Ran compromised in agony. In front of Fu Lengyu, she had no dignity or status.
As she left the office, her colleagues who had been eating lunch had already returned. They looked at her with envy.
"She's shameless, trying to seduce the CEO in such a short time."
"Isn't it because she's the CEO's wife and we're not? It's all because our skin isn't thick enough."
"An Ran, did you make copies of the documents we need?"
"Here they are." An Ran listened to their words expressionlessly. Sometimes, when there were too many painful knives, she didn't feel the pain anymore. The same went for their words, which had no effect on her at this point.
"Oh? Isn't this the document we used in the last meeting? An Ran, what are you doing? Who told you to make a copy of this?"
"What did you say?" An Ran was startled. "Isn't this for the meeting this afternoon?"
"Hahaha," her female colleague laughed. "You're really clueless. Can't you see that it says here it's the salessummary from last quarter, which we've already used?"
This thing has already been used. Does Fu Lengyu not know?
No!
It's impossible!
He must know!
Fu Lengyu, you're so cruel to yourself.
An Ran clenched her fists tightly, her face turning pale. Her colleagues around her noticed that something was off with An Ran and were afraid of making things worse, so no one dared to speak.
It took An Ran three whole minutes to calm down her anger. She forcefully pulled out a pen from the pen holder and then grabbed a piece of A4 paper to start copying.
Since she couldn't fight back, she could only passively accept it.
Fortunately, there was ointment given by Lu Ye Bai. It looked inconspicuous, but it was miraculously effective. It made her wrist less painful, although it didn't reduce the swelling. It was already much more comfortable.
An Ran wrote slowly, and it wasn't until the moon was up that she finished copying it twenty times.
The pain in her wrist became increasingly unbearable, and when An Ran threw down the pen, she felt her whole armtrembling.
Looking around, her colleagues had already left, except for a few who were still working overtime.
She stole another glance at the CEO's office. Fu Lengyu was still in the same position, bowing his head to deal with the documents, occasionally looking up at the computer.
They say a woman is most beautiful when she is serious, but when a man is serious, his charm is equally endless. An Ran couldn't help but admire him. She couldn't help feeling a little envious. Isn't God supposed to be fair? He gives you something, but he will also take something away from you. But why doesn't this seem to apply to Fu Lengyu? He is flawless in both intelligence and appearance, except for his temper.
An Ran sighed and tried not to think too much. Right now, all she wanted to do was to find a hospital and ask if her wrist could still be saved. She was afraid that she might lose it just like that. However, as soon as she stood up, the phone on the table rang again.
"Come in." It was still that cold voice.