The secretary keenly sensed that something important had happened. The moment the elevator doors closed, the office erupted with the sound of furious smashing and crashing, loud and infused with the owner's intense anger and madness.
Standing at the doorway, the secretary wiped sweat from her forehead, hesitant to enter.
When the commotion inside subsided slightly, the secretary dared to push the door open tentatively.
The office was better than she had imagined; at least only a few vases were broken.
The secretary breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The man, seemingly calm, sat in his office chair and suddenly asked, "Where is Shen Yue?"
The secretary was taken aback. She instinctively glanced at the closed door. After a moment of hesitation and careful consideration, she tentatively replied, "Miss Shen... has already left."
Xie Jiangsheng looked at the secretary.
The secretary was rattled by Xie Jiangsheng's gaze. He appeared calm, yet there was an undercurrent of impatience, bringing a chilling sense of suffocation.
"Didn't she say anything?"
The secretary was puzzled. Seeing Shen Yue's demeanor, she had assumed she was driven out by Xie Jiangsheng. However, Xie Jiangsheng's current state suggested otherwise.
In the current situation, Xie Jiangsheng seemed more out of control.
The secretary felt her job becoming increasingly difficult. She truly couldn't fathom Xie Jiangsheng's thoughts and could only answer cautiously.
"...Miss Shen said nothing before she left."
Xie Jiangsheng gritted his teeth, seemingly furious. His fingers slowly tightened, his knuckles turning white, creaking audibly.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to control his imminent loss of composure, but it was clearly unsuccessful. A powerful, suppressed pressure instantly descended like a mountain.
The secretary trembled all over, her heart almost stopping.
Who was Xie Jiangsheng?
He was always calm, always rational. No one had ever seen him lose control. He seemed naturally perfect, devoid of the emotional instability of ordinary people.
But now, at this very moment, before the secretary's eyes, Xie Jiangsheng was like a berserk beast, wildly destroying everything around him, venting his unbearable grievances and rage.
"Shen, Yue!"
"Shen Yue!"
His teeth ground together, an irrepressible fury flashing in his eyes.
The grinding sound, filled with so much emotion, ultimately struck others as filled with terrifying hatred.
The secretary held her breath, minimizing her presence, inwardly lamenting. She truly wondered how Miss Shen managed to enrage Xie Jiangsheng to this extent, feeling as if he might storm out at any moment.
Having been by Xie Jiangsheng's side for so many years, the secretary had never seen him display such uncontrolled emotions.
Regardless of any difficulties or uncontrollable situations, Xie Jiangsheng had always been rational and composed. He could meticulously arrange everything, bringing an involuntary sense of security, like a pillar of strength.
Xie Jiangsheng was still Xie Jiangsheng. After his outburst, he finally calmed down slightly. He wearily rubbed his brow, and then, as if thinking of something, let out a cold laugh.
He looked coldly at the card and keys on the desk.
"Throw these away."
The secretary stepped forward and picked up the keys and card.
Before she could take two steps, the man's low, hoarse voice called from behind her.
"Wait."
The secretary stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking at Xie Jiangsheng, who covered his eyes with his hand. His expression was unclear, only his sharp and elegant jawline was visible.
The secretary, adept at reading people, immediately understood Xie Jiangsheng's intention. She quietly returned the card and keys to their original place and then left without a sound, allowing him to calm down alone.
---
After returning Xie Jiangsheng's money, Shen Yue had very little left. She could barely make it through the month, and perhaps her financial situation would improve after she received her salary.
The rented apartment was dilapidated, as was expected given its low rent. The air conditioning was broken, and the weather was growing colder.
The secretary keenly sensed that something important had happened. The moment the elevator doors closed, the office erupted with the sound of furious smashing and crashing, loud and infused with the owner's intense anger and madness.
Standing at the doorway, the secretary wiped sweat from her forehead, hesitant to enter.
When the commotion inside subsided slightly, the secretary dared to push the door open tentatively.
The office was better than she had imagined; at least only a few vases were broken.
The secretary breathed a quiet sigh of relief.
The man, seemingly calm, sat in his office chair and suddenly asked, "Where is Shen Yue?"
The secretary was taken aback. She instinctively glanced at the closed door. After a moment of hesitation and careful consideration, she tentatively replied, "Miss Shen... has already left."
Xie Jiangsheng looked at the secretary.
The secretary was rattled by Xie Jiangsheng's gaze. He appeared calm, yet there was an undercurrent of impatience, bringing a chilling sense of suffocation.
"Didn't she say anything?"
The secretary was puzzled. Seeing Shen Yue's demeanor, she had assumed she was driven out by Xie Jiangsheng. However, Xie Jiangsheng's current state suggested otherwise.
In the current situation, Xie Jiangsheng seemed more out of control.
The secretary felt her job becoming increasingly difficult. She truly couldn't fathom Xie Jiangsheng's thoughts and could only answer cautiously.
"...Miss Shen said nothing before she left."
Xie Jiangsheng gritted his teeth, seemingly furious. His fingers slowly tightened, his knuckles turning white, creaking audibly.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to control his imminent loss of composure, but it was clearly unsuccessful. A powerful, suppressed pressure instantly descended like a mountain.
The secretary trembled all over, her heart almost stopping.
Who was Xie Jiangsheng?
He was always calm, always rational. No one had ever seen him lose control. He seemed naturally perfect, devoid of the emotional instability of ordinary people.
But now, at this very moment, before the secretary's eyes, Xie Jiangsheng was like a berserk beast, wildly destroying everything around him, venting his unbearable grievances and rage.
"Shen, Yue!"
"Shen Yue!"
His teeth ground together, an irrepressible fury flashing in his eyes.
The grinding sound, filled with so much emotion, ultimately struck others as filled with terrifying hatred.
The secretary held her breath, minimizing her presence, inwardly lamenting. She truly wondered how Miss Shen managed to enrage Xie Jiangsheng to this extent, feeling as if he might storm out at any moment.
Having been by Xie Jiangsheng's side for so many years, the secretary had never seen him display such uncontrolled emotions.
Regardless of any difficulties or uncontrollable situations, Xie Jiangsheng had always been rational and composed. He could meticulously arrange everything, bringing an involuntary sense of security, like a pillar of strength.
Xie Jiangsheng was still Xie Jiangsheng. After his outburst, he finally calmed down slightly. He wearily rubbed his brow, and then, as if thinking of something, let out a cold laugh.
He looked coldly at the card and keys on the desk.
"Throw these away."
The secretary stepped forward and picked up the keys and card.
Before she could take two steps, the man's low, hoarse voice called from behind her.
"Wait."
The secretary stopped in her tracks and turned around, looking at Xie Jiangsheng, who covered his eyes with his hand. His expression was unclear, only his sharp and elegant jawline was visible.
The secretary, adept at reading people, immediately understood Xie Jiangsheng's intention. She quietly returned the card and keys to their original place and then left without a sound, allowing him to calm down alone.
---
After returning Xie Jiangsheng's money, Shen Yue had very little left. She could barely make it through the month, and perhaps her financial situation would improve after she received her salary.
The rented apartment was dilapidated, as was expected given its low rent. The air conditioning was broken, and the weather was growing colder.