His tone betrayed neither pleasure nor anger, yet Ruan Hanli heard a trace of displeasure in it.
Her instincts told her Gu Wenze was in a terrible mood.
Ruan Hanli shrank back and nodded timidly. "Yes, President Gu."
As soon as she spoke, she saw Qiao Hua emerge from the lounge. Her work clothes were neat again, as though the disarray Ruan Hanli had seen earlier had been an illusion.
Without even realizing it, Gu Wenze's expression softened a little. His eyes stayed on Qiao Hua, but his words were directed at Ruan Hanli. "You can leave."
Ruan Hanli pressed her lips together, stood up, and left the office.
Watching Ruan Hanli leave, Qiao Hua walked over to Gu Wenze. "All sorted?"
Gu Wenze gave a low hum of assent. "She won't spread anything around."
Qiao Hua eyed him suspiciously. "You didn't make that poor girl cry, did you?"
Gu Wenze slipped an arm around Qiao Hua's waist, his voice brazen. "You're the only one I'll make cry."
Ha.
Then Gu Wenze would never get the chance in this lifetime.
Qiao Hua quickly dodged his wandering hand. "I'm going to get some water." She grabbed the cup from her desk and made her escape.
Behind her, Gu Wenze watched her retreating figure, his gaze as unfathomable as a bottomless whirlpool.
Sooner or later, he would make Qiao Hua stop resisting him.
It was the lunch break, and the company was quiet everywhere. Qiao Hua went to the break room alone and stood in front of the water dispenser to fill her cup.
Passing the doorway, Ruan Hanli happened to see Qiao Hua yawning as she stared at the dispenser. Her fingertips twitched, and she walked over with an innocent smile.
"Secretary Qiao."
At the sudden voice behind her, Qiao Hua