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Su Qian returned to his office and waited for her at the door.

"Hong Ru, why are you here?"

She hadn't felt such pure care in a long time.

They also had her as their ultimate goal.

Liu Hong Ru was different. He had a pure heart, was bashful and honest, and was sincere towards others.

If Su Qian wasn't well-trained, she would have easily thrown herself into true emotions.

However, she was very clear that the man in front of her was just a pawn in this mission.

"I'm fine." She deliberately lowered her spirits.

The worry in Liu Hong Ru's eyes became even more intense. "Are you really alright?"

Su Qian forced a smile: "I'm really fine."

In Liu Hong Ru's eyes, she saw that although he didn't understand girls, he could tell that Su Qian was in a bad mood.

But they weren't that familiar, and he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Then, go to work."

"Right."

Liu Hong Ru watched as Su Qian entered the office before leaving. Su Qian watched Liu Hong Ru's back as he walked into the distance through the one-way glass window.

There was a piece of information on her desk. After looking at it for a while, she frowned.

Her cell phone rang and she put it down.

Answer.

"Come to my office."

With just a few simple words, she did not give Su Qian any time to reply, and hung up.

This man's personality was absolutely domineering.

Su Qian did not care about this, but since she was acting the part of the Tianyang Group's employee, Jiang Yan, she stood in her own position.

Standing in front of the elevator in the main lobby, all of the elevators were actually broken down.

She turned down the stairs.

They walked up to the fifteenth floor. This floor was the highest floor of the main building, the duplicated, and there was even half a floor above that that was exclusive to Yan Si Chen.

The entire floor only had one room, outside, there was a corridor, and a fire escape door. It was the staircase that Su Qian climbed up to, as well as the three elevator doors.

When they entered the company yesterday, Zhang Dai Tian had told her that the right-most elevator was exclusive to Yan Si Chen, it only had 15 floors.

The elevator door was right in front of Yan Si Chen's company's entrance.

Su Qian walked towards the door, and all three doors suddenly opened.

She stopped in her tracks and watched as Yan Si Chen walked out from his private elevator. From the other two elevators, more than ten men in suits came out one after another.

Upon seeing Su Qian, Yan Si Chen said with an indifferent expression, "I have a little gathering to meet you. Wait for me here."

With that, he pushed open the door and led the group into the office.

Su Qian finally understood that it was all on purpose.

The trouble sign on the first floor had done it on purpose, and calling her in had also done it on purpose.

Was he trying to vent his anger for Zhang Yi?

It seemed that her estimation was wrong. That woman was not without weight in his heart.

She was just waiting. The thing she lacked the least was patience.

However, she seemed to have underestimated his torturing methods.

9 o'clock, 10 o'clock, 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock.

When the watch hands reached twelve, the door finally opened.

However, it was his secretary who came out.

"Miss Jiang, Yan Tun has asked you to go to the restaurant and bring back fifteen portions of rice."

After hanging her up for a long time, he had used her to serve tea in front of everyone else.

He caused Su Qian to lose face, but Su Qian actually did not feel any pain or itchiness.

"Alright."

In the past five years, she had been like a small stone thrown into the ocean, unable to stir up even the slightest bit of waves.

She was accustomed to this level of humiliation.

To be able to become a top assassin in the 19th, and to be able to tolerate what ordinary people could not, was a compulsory lesson for her.

She didn't take the elevator, and since he wouldn't let her, she had to go.

Her ankle was already standing on end, but she had her own scheming.

With each step he took, he intentionally twisted with a force, causing the old wounds to rub against each other, causing them to gradually become red and swollen.

She was most skilled in the art of tormenting others.

She ran back and forth three times.

Then the other asked for fifteen times more coffee.

She ran again.

Her ankle was hurting. She was absolutely ruthless to herself.

When she finally put the coffee in her secretary's hand, her face was red, her hair was wet, and she walked with a limp. The secretary, as a woman, was distressed.

"Miss Jiang, are you alright?"

"No …."

Before the word "thing" could come out of her mouth, she fell to the ground. Coffee spilled on the floor, boiling hot, and the secretary screamed and backed away.

Su Qian's leg had been burnt.

She took in a deep breath of cold air, but when she saw Yan Si Chen walking over with quick steps, and saw how her forehead was instantly tightened up, her lips curled up in an imperceptible smile.

Nothing was more useful than a trick in front of a man.

Especially since this man is a little interested in you.

"What's going on?"

"Miss Jiang's leg was injured, she fell down, and her coffee splattered all over."

Su Qian struggled to stand up, but of course she couldn't allow herself to.

She wanted to make him feel guilty and remorseful.

Obviously, she had done it.

Yan Si Chen strode forward and carried her in his arms. He looked at the dozen or so men on the sofa with a cold expression on his face. "Leave this place, we'll talk in the afternoon."

Some people were still eating their boxes of food, but after hearing Yan Si Chen's words, they no longer dared to eat anymore.

Yan Si Chen carried Su Qian into the washroom and placed her on the sink. He turned on the tap and washed her legs.

"Hiss."

Su Qian gasped.

Yan Si Chen's brows furrowed even tighter, especially when he saw her swollen ankle.

"What's wrong with your foot?"

"I'm fine."

Her anger was childish.

She was pretending, but she also felt that she was somehow wronged.

In the end, he was a man who had once liked her. If she acted in front of him, she would unconsciously use true love.

He reached out his hand to touch her ankle, and his eyebrows tightened.

Su Qian twitched because of the pain.

He held her down, "Don't move."

"Don't touch it."

Seeing her pained expression, he dared not touch her ankle again.

He rinsed her calves with cold water a few times, then brought in scissors.

During this period, Su Qian bit her lips.

It didn't hurt so much. She had designed the scene of pouring coffee, so naturally she had tampered with the coffee.

At the moment of collapse, the first cup of coffee was stewed, and the rest had been iced down.

If she were to flip it over, it would have a washing effect to cool it down. In fact, it could be said that she had dealt with the injury herself at the very first moment.

She only bit her lips until they were red in order to make Yan Si Chen regret.

Yan Si Chen saw the blisters on her calves and growled, "Damn it."