Was Aquaman’s ex-husband cremated today?

In the morning, the glass curtain wall of Huayu Building sparkled in the sun, reflecting the busy rhythm of the city.

In the Human Resources Department, the air is filled with the mixed smell of coffee and document pages.

The courier came over with a bouquet of colorful flowers and knocked on Li Qingwen's office.

This bouquet of roses, white orchids, lavender, forget-me-nots and baby's breath looks particularly beautiful with morning dew still hanging on the petals.

Li Qingwen opened the door. He was wearing a dark blue business suit, simple and elegant. He took the flowers and asked, "Who sent this?"

A big handful.

Li Qingwen was holding the flowers and was about to throw them away when Yueyue saw him and said, "Boss, is this from your boyfriend?"

"The sender did not leave a name." said the courier.

Yueyue blinked her eyes and guessed with a smile: "Is there someone pursuing the boss?"

Li Qingwen chuckled and thought to herself that she had devoted herself to work in the past few years and her circle of friends was so small. Huayu’s employees would definitely not do this. As for her recent contact, she couldn’t think of anyone who would send flowers.

Yueyue saw her walking towards the trash can with the flowers and hurriedly called out, "Why are you throwing them away? Give them to me, give them to me, they are so beautiful!"

Li Qingwen stopped and looked at her excited expression, and reminded her: "Then check it out, there may be a hidden pinhole camera."

Yueyue was startled and stared at Li Qingwen with wide eyes: "Boss, have you watched too many police and gangster movies? You are so cautious."

Li Qingwen chuckled and shook his head without saying anything more.

During lunch time, Zhou Yongan made a high-profile appearance in the Human Resources Department.

Thinking that he was going to cause trouble for the boss again, Yueyue and Dabin were like two door gods, eager to block Zhou Yongan.

The noble young master, who had always looked down upon the lower classes, seemed to have just noticed their existence. He opened his mouth and asked, "Is Director Wen in the office?"

Listen to the tone, look at the face, calm and stable.

I'm not here to cause trouble.

Dabin put away his weapon and nodded tactfully: "Yes, yes."

Yueyue pushed her hair to her chest and asked with a smile, "Vice President, is there anything you need from our boss?"

Zhou Yongan glanced at her, his eyes fell on the flowers on her desk, recognized them, and snatched them away: "Director Wen, don't you like the flowers I sent you?"

Yueyue heard this and said in disbelief: "Yes... Was this sent by you, the vice president? The boss saw that there was no letter left, so he just dealt with it casually."

Just deal with it casually?

What a casual way to deal with it.

Zhou Yongan rarely showed any anger, and explained: "I was not gentle enough to Director Wen yesterday, so I sent her some flowers today to apologize."

Apologize?

Would a man as arrogant as the vice president apologize?

Will you also humble yourself and admit your mistakes?

In the director's office, Li Qingwen raised his eyes when he saw the person coming in, then immediately retracted them.

After the quarrel yesterday, she thought Zhou Yongan would at least give her two days of peace.

"The resume has been sent to you. Is there anything else you need to add?" Zhou Yongan walked to the coffee table, took out the old bouquet of flowers in the vase, and put the big bouquet in his hand back in.

"Thank you, Vice President, for cooperating with my work." Li Qingwen watched his actions.

After he sent his resume, Li Qingwen finally understood what Zhou Yongan had been busy with in the United States this year. He formed a mergers and acquisitions team, established a private banking department, and even personally participated in the writing of security protection code.

Following her request, Zhou Yongan also provided the contact number at Huayun that could prove his work.

It's not that she doesn't believe Zhou Yongan, but just as he said, she will be stricter when she meets him. You can understand it as abusing public power for personal gain, but in short, she will feel better if she makes things difficult for him.

"Aren't you going to eat yet?" Zhou Yongan's stomach had started to growl. He hadn't had breakfast and was relying entirely on coffee to stay alive.

Li Qingwen lowered his eyes to look at the time on the computer desktop, then glanced at the flowers on the table and said, "Don't send me flowers anymore. I will buy flowers myself."

Memories flooded into Li Qingwen's mind, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face.

The me who used to be as innocent as a sheep has now become alert and cautious due to Zhou Yongan’s long-planned deception.

She didn't want to fall into the sweet trap he had woven again and become a plaything in his hands.

Zhou Yongan's expression froze slightly, and he stood up and walked towards the window.

The tall figure blocked the bright light from the window, and his handsome face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to see his expression.

The flowers in his hands lay quietly on the coffee table, as if they also felt the solemn atmosphere.

"You're welcome, it's just a bouquet of flowers." Zhou Yongan's tone sounded a little stiff.

Li Qingwen smiled gently, with a hint of sarcasm and alienation in his smile: "You are always like this, thinking that a bouquet of flowers and a meal can erase all the hurt, and others should forgive you."

She stood up and walked to the sofa, took Zhou Yongan's flowers out of the vase, and put the orchids she bought back in.

The pink and white orchids have bloomed, and the fragrance is overwhelming.

"But you know what, the damage has been done, and the absence of scars doesn't mean it's easy to forget."

"What's the use of forgiving you? I'll still be worried, not knowing when you'll hurt me again, unintentionally." Li Qingwen's voice was calm and firm.

She curled her lips and said, "Then, the cycle repeats itself, and you casually think that having a meal can make up for it."

Zhou Yongan's face gradually darkened in the shadows, as if Li Qingwen's words had stabbed him in the heart.

All along, he had indeed been ignoring the bullying and harm that would be caused to Li Qingwen invisibly, always thinking that he could write it off by explaining it afterwards.

Only at this moment did Zhou Yongan realize how ridiculous and naive such an idea was.

Regarding the news about prostitution, he could have clearly avoided the media cameras that day and prevented her from seeing the farce.

Regarding the nude chat news, as long as he was not so anxious, he would definitely think of hundreds of ways to deal with the director of the Greening Bureau, instead of worrying about killing two birds with one stone.

Zhou Yongan turned his body to the side, with half of his face exposed in the light. His feather-thin eyelashes fluttered and his black pupils slowly shrank until they became unfathomable.

Some pride is innate.

Zhou Yongan knew from a young age that he was different from others because of his generous and wealthy family background. He did not have to serve himself meals, and the servants would always shell shrimps and crabs and bring them to his mouth. At school, teachers always gave him some respect, and his childhood friends followed his lead.

He is the one who makes the rules, and he has the final say on how the game is played.

Without God's hand, he would not realize that he had been looking down on their relationship.

The sudden realization was like a stone pressing on his chest, making Zhou Yongan breathless. Even his eyes, illuminated by the sunlight, were covered with a thin layer of mist.

Zhou Yongan's throat surged, and he raised his lips with difficulty: "Since Director Wen won't forgive me, then I will continue to send flowers until Director Wen forgives me."

"Please don't do anything. It will only cause trouble if you are misunderstood." Li Qingwen reminded calmly.

He himself said that five employees left Huayu because of her. Does he want to be the sixth?

Zhou Yongan looked back, his expression ambiguous, and it was unclear whether he was throwing a tantrum or giving up on himself. He said, "Wouldn't that just go along with Director Wen's wishes?"