The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

Ding Hong ignored An Yi's sarcasm and remained silent for a while. Just when An Yi thought that the other party had nothing to say, she heard a question that made her dumbfounded:

"Do you want to remarry?"

"Ah?" As if he couldn't believe it or didn't hear it clearly, An Yi subconsciously said "ah".

Seeing An Yi at a loss, Ding Hong thought that he might have guessed right. He was very unwilling to accept it, but he glanced at the scar covered by An Yi's sleeve and gritted his teeth and said, "You are in so much pain that you can't let go of that person. If you want to remarry, I can... help you."

Although it was difficult, Ding Hong still chose to finish his words.

What was he talking about? He couldn't let go... who could he let go of? That bastard Meng Siqian? Just thinking of this name, even without saying it out loud, An Yi felt his stomach churning and he felt so nauseous that he wanted to vomit.

"None of your business!" Seeing that Ding Hong seemed to want to speak again, An Yi shouted angrily.

"I don't want to say it either. Of course I hope you can forget everything and accept me, but your mental and physical condition is really too bad. If getting that person back can make you better, I am willing to..."

"You are willing? What do you want? What qualifications do you have to interfere in my affairs? Ding Hong, can you stop thinking of yourself as a living Bodhisattva or a savior?! Can you stop interfering in my life?! Don't worry, without your so-called help, I promise I will live a better life!"

An Yi growled. In the silence of the lake late at night, she tried again and again to keep herself clear-headed: "I never want to argue with you, and you always say you want to have a good talk with me. But you always make me miserable, and you pretend to be helping me and thinking about me!"

"I'm hypocritical? What about you? Can you face your heart and your situation? An Yi, what do you really want? What kind of life do you want? Tell me."

Ding Hong looked straight into An Yi's eyes sincerely until An Yi turned her head away awkwardly: "I know what I want. It's not what you said. I want a life where I can live with my daughter and my parents in the future. There is no you or anyone else in it."

"Since you have thought it through so clearly, and your daughter's return is just around the corner, why do you suffer from insomnia and self-harm? So you are not telling the truth," Ding Hong affirmed, "You have been in pain, and there is something you can't resolve. I really can't guess the reason, all I can think of is that you want him to return and want to reconcile. Is that person entangled with a third party? Or is there another problem? Don't worry, I have plenty of conspiracies to deal with them."

An Yi stared blankly at Ding Hong who was speaking so confidently. For some reason, even when she was furious, she still listened to what her boss said and was actually somewhat moved. Regardless of this person's motives, he was really observing and analyzing his situation carefully. Apart from his parents, perhaps even his daughter did not do this.

Then he felt ridiculous. How could he compare his young and ignorant daughter with this shrewd and cunning businessman? So, did he fall for it after all?

She walked towards the bench step by step. Although there was a slight breeze, it could not offset the sultry heat of the midsummer night. An Yi's body was actually cold and numb. Finally, she sat down. She even thanked Ding Hong for not saying anything or helping her during this period, but just watching silently from the side.

"Don't mention that person again, I will vomit." An Yi's tone was stiff, like an emotionless robot.

Ding Hong squatted down and softened his tone: "Okay, I won't mention it again." Then they definitely won't remarry! He tried his best to hide his inner joy and continued to test: "What are you suffering from? What is confusing you? Do you feel that you have done something wrong? Are you angry with yourself? Because of your daughter?"

Seeing An Yi's body tremble slightly, Ding Hong realized that he might have found the right direction: "You are a good mother. I believe that people who know you can easily see it. The fact that you care so much about your daughter proves that you must be a good mother who loves your daughter very much and even values ​​her more than your own life..."

"No, I'm not." An Yi said sadly, "You don't understand me, and I don't understand myself either... I really... am not..."

How could she say that she agreed to the divorce because she was extremely disgusted with and could not get over her ex-husband's infidelity, but deep down in her heart she was feeling a headache, deeply hidden a sense of relief and freedom that she was unwilling and unable to admit.

At that time, because of the existence of a little life, the ex-husband was blackmailed by the other side and divorce was inevitable. But later, after the death of the little life, the two elders' earnest persuasion and the daughter's crying in the dark could not make her make up, although the ex-husband did not do so either.

But what if she did? Could she forget her ex-husband's infidelity, whitewash the situation and go back to the way things were? Or would they torture each other in their marriage, causing their daughter even more pain?

She seemed to lack the courage and desire to even try, and hardly ever struggled with it.

What if my husband came to ask for peace? Every time I thought of this, An Yi felt trembling instead of regret or resentment, and after the trembling, I felt crazy fear and self-blame.

She was terrified that she was actually longing for something that shouldn't exist after getting married and having children, especially since her marriage was considered happy by both outsiders and herself, not to mention that her daughter was still young and needed the company of both her parents. She blamed herself for the fact that the difference between her and her cheating husband was only mental and physical? What did their failure to keep each other mean to their daughter? Lies and abandonment?

So how can she be a good mother? It’s not an exaggeration to say that she is a devil mother!

Seeing that she was talking incoherently, Ding Hong hurriedly comforted her: "No one is perfect. Don't pursue perfection too much, and don't impose other people's mistakes on yourself. You are also a victim in the current situation..."

"Boss," An Yi lowered his head even lower, "Leave me alone, please. Leave now."

Ding Hong was about to persuade him again, but he saw An Yi's hands clasped on his knees, clenched tightly, his nails digging into his flesh. Why did he fall to the ground? He wanted to know, but he changed his tone immediately: "Okay, I'll leave. Relax yourself, promise me not to hurt yourself, don't scratch yourself. Promise me and I'll leave immediately."

An Yi nodded randomly, his whole body tense and shaking. Ding Hong knew that An Yi was on the verge of collapse, but was just trying to keep his dignity in front of him. His heart seemed to be tugged and kneaded fiercely, and he said nothing more, quickly stood up and walked a few dozen steps away before stopping.

Yes, he didn't have the courage to listen to An Yi's crying, nor did he have the courage to look at An Yi's painful face. He didn't even dare to look back to observe An Yi's current state. After a few deep breaths, Ding Hong barely controlled his emotions and sent a message.

Although he still had his back to the road, he tried his best to listen to the movement behind him. At this moment, someone came over in front of him, and he immediately became alert and observed that the person was the hotel driver who brought them here.

Taking the paper bag, Ding Hong took out the cigarette and lighter from it. He smoked the cigarette distractedly, but after a few puffs, he felt that the taste was not right, so he put it out. Not long after, he lit another cigarette, took a few puffs and put it out again... After doing this several times, Ding Hong calmed down and turned to walk towards the figure who was huddled up and could not be seen unless he looked carefully.

He slowly lowered his body and put a tissue into An Yi's hand. At this time, An Yi had her head buried in her knees and her arms around her body. She did not refuse the tissue, but kept her head down and silently wiped her cheeks and nose. Ding Hong handed her another tissue, and continued to hand it over when the time was right, acting as a dedicated tool.

An Yi had heard the rustling footsteps just now. She knew who it was, and it could only be who it was. In the middle of the night, the boss must not have gone far, and he would not allow a stranger to approach him without stopping him.

After spending a few days together, she believed that Ding Hong was sincere to her even if he was just looking for a new feeling for her. Although she was far from being moved, she could not deny his genuine efforts.

Finally, all the tears were wiped away. An Yi raised her head and quietly looked at the lake water sparkling in the moonlight. A bottle of drink was handed over, and the bottle cap had been unscrewed. An Yi sipped it without hesitation.

The tool who had been standing next to her finally got the chance to sit next to her, and she did not object. She had to admit her psychological disadvantage, anyway, she was not a thick-skinned person.

"feel better now?"

An Yi nodded. Although she had water to moisten her throat, she still felt her throat was dry and painful. And she believed that the people around her could see every little movement she made.

"I'll take you home after lunch tomorrow. Can you come back on Sunday afternoon? I'll arrange for a psychologist and a colleague introduced by Taoist Priest Li to check your pulse. If you agree, there are a few additional physical examinations that need to be done, but we may not have enough time, so let's discuss which ones to prioritize." After a brief pause, he said weakly, as if helpless: "An Yi, agree, okay? Agree."

"Two days, just two days." An Yi did not remain silent any longer: "Can anything really be changed?"

"Whether I can or not, I hope to try my best again and have no regrets."

I have to admire the boss's persistence. After several rounds, although I was almost pissed off, I also witnessed the boss's ability to bend and stretch. As his employee, it is hard to imagine that the boss who is usually so powerful in the company can have such a side. It is difficult not to be deceived by vanity. Fortunately, my conditions are so different and I miss my daughter in my heart, otherwise...

"Those are my arrangements. How do you want to spend your time? I'll listen to you."

Here we go again. It seems like you are being given a choice, but in reality you are choosing within the scope of following his will.

"No matter what you think of me, at least you have to acknowledge that your body is safe. Compared to the relationship between you and me, I have always believed that helping you recover is more important, and that is what I did."

Thinking of what Ding Hong said before about helping him get back married, An Yi was confused. Was this a plot from a romance novel? Or was it the kind of campus trauma literature that only middle school students like to read? Not caring about one's own feelings, just to make the other person happy?

This is way off the mark. An Yi shuddered. What if she chose to remarry? What would he do? Could he really help? Could he really sacrifice his small self to achieve his greater self?

I always thought that the boss had so many girlfriends because he was well-off, but I didn’t expect that his love skills were also so amazing!

"The drink is to prevent you from having low blood sugar. Take a few sips of mineral water to clear your throat."

An Yi turned around and looked at him, thinking: Mr. Ding, I am so disrespectful, you romantic.

At this moment, Ding Hong's heart skipped a beat. Was he too attentive and had the opposite effect? ​​However, he was not trying to please her deliberately. He was really worried about... this woman!

Ding Hong was furious and said seriously, "I know you have never trusted me. Yes, some of my actions were inappropriate. But I don't want you to question or deny my concern for you. I think you should be able to feel that I really hope you are well."

When this word came up, An Yi couldn't help but smile bitterly. She was too wary of her boss, and she would continue to be so.

However, people are made of flesh and blood. An Yi sighed. Two days, just two days. As long as she continued to be as vigilant as before, the boss should be able to stop after two days. Otherwise, she didn't know how long this man would continue to pester her. If it lasted longer than two days, it would be a waste of time.

"Two days, just two days. Don't arrange any projects. I don't have the energy or mood to cooperate. Can we still do the same things as before?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!" Ding Hong stood up excitedly, his smile shining like a star in the night.

Listen to me. An Yi snorted coldly: If you listen to me, I will be lying in my own home instead of sitting by the lake at this hour.