Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go-Chapter 827 - 828: It’s My Duty
The two of them were immediately frozen in place. After a long time, Beitang Yao stood up and put down the microphone, coughing softly a few times.
"Forget it, I’ll leave first." Du Ziheng also gave up entangling with Beitang Yao, this stubborn and unhelpful cold man, thinking it was better to find a way to plead with the original owner himself.
This was the kind of girl mommy liked, quiet and serene, pure and beautiful enough to melt one’s heart.
Du Ziheng walked out of Beitang Yao’s office with a confident stride, a smile curving at the corner of his mouth.
Beitang Yao understood Du Ziheng’s womanizing mindset. He certainly wouldn’t give up, and if he couldn’t prevail with him, he’d find a way to win elsewhere.
He picked up the microphone and dialed the extension to Xia Qingqian’s office, frowning as he spoke a few words before hanging up the phone.
If this damned woman dared to agree to Du Ziheng’s request behind his back, he vowed to make her pay, tenfold compensation, and see if she dared to act rashly!
Sure enough, Beitang Yao was right. After Du Ziheng left the office, he swaggered through Beitang Yao’s company, freely moving in and out, until he reached Xia Qingqian’s office.
And on his way, his predatory gaze never ceased, his eyes still fleeting over those women with graceful figures.
Because of the woman who had just been dismissed, not only losing her job but also ruining her reputation, everyone pretended he was invisible—this hot potato was not to be meddled with.
He tapped lightly on Xia Qingqian’s office door, only to see her buried in her desk, working earnestly, completely unaware of Du Ziheng’s presence.
Perplexed, he walked over, looking at the mound of files stacked like a hill, his head hurt, feeling a sudden pang of sympathy for Xia Qingqian.
He rested his hands on the desk, openly flirting with Beitang Yao’s person in his territory, using his amorous and charming demeanor to draw her attention. Of course, this was what he thought might work, but perhaps other women might fall for it, yet with Xia Qingqian, it’s a bit... challenging.
His slightly magnetic voice echoed in Xia Qingqian’s ear, "Xiao Qian, tired from work?" He smiled very gently.
Xia Qingqian had just received a call from Beitang Yao, instructing her to take out all the files in the box and translate them. She had no choice but to comply, enduring the turmoil in her stomach, and carried out the files from the box.
The sudden voice made her feel like it was the chilling ring of a horror movie, sending shivers down her spine.
She suddenly sat up from her chair, "...You..." Xia Qingqian was so frightened that her soul almost flew away. And he called her so intimately.
Looking at Du Ziheng, Xia Qingqian’s mind replayed that disgraceful scene at the Golden Venerate Hotel.
"Don’t be so tense, I just came to see you. Heard you’re Yao’s new secretary?" He feigned ignorance, clearly trying to cozy up. Indeed, he was skilled at sweet-talking women.
A bead of cold sweat oozed from Xia Qingqian’s forehead, her face pale, unclear whether it was fine sweat from stomach pain or cold sweat from the abrupt intrusion of this man.
"Hmm, may I ask if there’s something you need?" Xia Qingqian looked fearfully at Du Ziheng, who was separated from her by only a desk.
"Isn’t Yao, your scheming boss, giving you a ton of work?" Du Ziheng’s eyes swept over the layer of dust-covered files on the desk, asking displeasedly.
"It’s alright, this is part of my job." Faced with such a workload, she was driven to despair, but at the thought of the ruthless Beitang Yao, she dared not utter a word.
