The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

"We finally found some clues. Of course, we couldn't give up. After a lot of effort, we finally got into the villa."

"Another carpet search?" An Yi was anxious. How much time would that waste?

"Hey, it's all thanks to that worker. Although he was tough on the outside, he was still worried and rushed back to check. After looking around everywhere but not seeing anything, he thought that since he was already here, he might as well do the cleaning work that he had missed for two days.

When I looked up and saw the specially customized painted glass canopy on the roof of the owner's house, I wondered if a nine-year-old child would be interested in such a fancy thing. So I went to the simple elevator behind the villa, which was specially used to go up to the roof for maintenance.

You should know that the painted glass was painted by a famous painter hired by the owner of the house. The craft room was customized according to the requirements of a foreign glass art master, and an old craftsman in the field of colored glaze was found to combine traditional craftsmanship and add rare natural colored mineral graphite to the glass raw materials. After everything was ready, the foreign master brought his professional team on a special plane and it took more than a year to build this glass canopy. This place has been featured in international newspapers and magazines many times, and has won countless art awards. It is the well-deserved facade of the community.

The canopy can be appreciated in the conference room on the second floor, which is nearly 20 meters high. When the sun shines through the colored windows, the room is full of colors. Looking up, you can see the light columns separated by a magical craftsmanship, which are one meter at a time. Combined with the sacred images covering the entire top floor, it is like visiting heaven with an immersive perspective, which is shocking.

There are always curious people who want to step into Tianpeng and view the images up close, but the owner refuses because it goes against the original intention of the creation, which is that artistic conception is more important than reality.

Glass needs constant maintenance to ensure its transparency, which is why a villa that is apparently empty needs to be cleaned every day. This is especially because the owner is afraid of thieves breaking in. Even with advanced anti-theft devices, the owner cannot be completely reassured.

Look, isn’t there a small fish that has escaped the net?

In order to facilitate cleaning, an elevator directly to the rooftop was built in a remote place behind the villa. This was a secret, but it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the observant boy next door. In fact, before this incident, the young master had sneaked onto the rooftop several times. It had nothing to do with appreciating art, it was just a curiosity.

Unexpectedly, he got lucky this time. When the worker found that the elevator was broken, he panicked, but fortunately he still had a conscience and immediately reported it to his master, who quickly contacted Mr. Ding who was about to contact him again.

In fact, the worker was also afraid that the matter would be exposed. It would be too big a fuss to find the child. He had been working here for many years and was well aware of the identity and importance of the little master next door. The child had trespassed into someone else's house and the elevator was very hidden, so it was normal for him as a worker to fail to notice it. But if he concealed it, it would be too difficult to move or bury it in the owner's house where there were infrared sensors everywhere.

When the police, led by the workers, broke into the elevator, Uncle Han was the first to break in. The tragic state of the young master had a huge psychological impact on Uncle Han, which was incomparable to that of Mr. Ding and his wife who followed behind.

First of all, Mr. Ding and his team had learned that Ding Hong was safely rescued and his vital signs were stable, instead of being in a state of uncertainty as Uncle Han had seen. Furthermore, the experienced police did not wait for the medical staff, and immediately performed simple first aid and nursing care on Ding Hong. Although the young master was still in a state of disgrace, he was much neater and more decent.

At this point, Han Jingtian sighed deeply, looked at the person on the bed, and spoke with hatred: "Master, after going through that torture, not only you, but I was also scared and anxious and half dead. You actually let me arrange everything for today. You are so cruel."

The person on the bed was still sleeping, unaware of Uncle Han's words, but his hands were slightly clenched under the thin quilt.

An Yi also stared over. She also didn't understand what the boss's heart was like. His physical behavior in the elevator proved that the psychological shadow left by the accident was very large.

"Xiao An, you can't imagine what it's like for a child who's been hungry and thirsty for a whole day and night. We were amazed at the young master's tenacity until the police later uncovered many details. People were all in awe and said it should be recorded in the textbook of self-survival. Sorry, I... can't go on."

An Yi couldn't imagine it. Uncle Han didn't dare to say it, and she didn't dare to listen.

There was a rag left on the floor of the elevator. He soaked up the dirty water and chewed a few pieces of his belt. If the rescuers didn't come, he was ready to drink urine. Fortunately, he didn't have to do such a disgusting thing, otherwise the nightmare would have lasted for a few more years.

Ding Hong laughed at himself.

"Xiao An, the young master has done a lot of things, but I didn't take them too seriously. It wasn't until he made such a plan that I had to use my old face to speak for him. Take a good look at him, get to know him, and give him some time. I only ask for these three things from you."

After saying that, Uncle Han stood up and looked up at the IV bottle: "It should be more than ten minutes. The doctor said that it will be fine after this bottle. Xiao An, can you help keep an eye on it. I can't bear it anymore, can I go back and rest?"

An Yi had already stood up and said with a wry smile, "Uncle Han, don't worry."

"Okay, I'll assume you've agreed to everything." Uncle Han smiled bitterly: "It's not easy for us." He looked at Ding Hong again.

My dear young master, I, your uncle Han, will stop here. I wish you can complete all the subsequent plays at a high level and perform beyond your level.

After sighing silently, he did not stay any longer and turned to leave.

An Yi stood still, watching Uncle Han leave, and turned his gaze back to Ding Hong. He wondered if he was pretending to sleep. Uncle Han's voice was not small, how could this man be so deep in the dark? He remembered that in the elevator, he didn't close his eyes until he saw everyone rushing in.

She shook her head and said, forget it, she won't guess anymore. If you like to pretend to sleep, just go ahead and pretend, she will have some peace and quiet. She stopped looking at the person on the bed and sat down, staring at the bottle of drip in boredom, drop by drop, it was quite interesting.

The nurse quietly came in to check, then quietly left. Not long after, she came in again, nodded to An Yi, and began to carefully remove the needle.

Ding Hong seemed to be awakened by this movement. He woke up slowly and looked around until he saw An Yi. His eyes suddenly focused again.

If it was acting, then the acting was really good, maybe he was just an acting genius. An Yi remained calm, but she was very uneasy inside. She didn't know how to face it.

When a comatose patient wakes up, the people around him should greet him with concern and ask how he feels and what he wants to eat.

But it was impossible, she couldn't say it. Yes, he was pitiful in the elevator, and his childhood story was pitiful. But they all had one characteristic that made people unable to empathize: he asked for it.

The nurse removed the IV equipment and quietly left in the depressing atmosphere. It was obvious that the two of them were fighting internally. If the irrelevant personnel didn't run away quickly, were they waiting to be bombarded?

"An Yi," Ding Hong said with concern, uncertainty and... grievance in his tone: "How is your health? Have you been arranged for a checkup?"

"I did. It's normal."

Silence again. An Yi had nothing to say. She had nothing to say to him. She wasn't angry or intentional, she really had nothing to say.

"Are you still angry?"

Angry? Right, being tricked and fooled time and time again, I can't just laugh it off just because you, Ding Hong, fall. Or maybe I'm angry at myself, whether it's the compromise in the elevator or the agreement to Uncle Han's conditions just now, isn't it because I wasn't firm enough?

Hearing the noise, An Yi regained his composure and saw Ding Hong struggling to get out of bed. An Yi angrily said, "Lie down, lie down!"

"An Yi, don't leave, stay with me!" Ding Hong didn't get out of bed, but he didn't want to lie down either, and he forced himself to sit there. He was indeed forcing himself to sit there, his face was still as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and the two arms supporting the bed were trembling slightly.

"Just lie down. I won't leave. I told you that in the elevator."

An Yi's tone softened unconsciously, and coupled with her active mention of the angry promise in the elevator, Ding Hong was overjoyed. Good, good, this is the right path to success, he found it!

He lay back down obediently. "What time is it? Are you hungry?" Ding Hong continued to ask softly. He was indeed weak, there was nothing he could do.

An Yi shuddered a little, the big bad wolf pretending to be a little white rabbit, but the only thing missing was the sound of the clip. But he still replied: "It's past four o'clock, are you hungry? I'll help you..."

"What about you? Are you hungry?"

The conversation was interrupted because he was anxious to care about her, so how could he be angry? An Yi shook his head, and the two of them were silent again.

Well, I succeeded in keeping him here, and he no longer confronted me, but now I have nothing to say. Ding Hong sighed.

"I have no strength now, I am very weak, I am not pretending. I slept intermittently just now, so I heard some of what Uncle Han told you. It is also true, although it is not complete because it lacks a lot of inside information that I did not tell them."

"Wait until you've recovered before you talk. I know you're eager to communicate with me, but today is not a good time. You don't have the energy to speak, and I... I've been through too much today. I don't want to talk, and I have nothing to say."

These words were very honest, and Ding Hong no longer insisted: "Okay, let's not talk. Can you accompany me? Although I asked for it, I am still a little scared, afraid of... having nightmares. I had nightmares for two years back then, really, I'm not lying to you."

"Okay, I'll stay here, you sleep for a while. Close your eyes quickly." A corner of An Yi's heart softened and he agreed readily.

Ding Hong carefully observed An Hong's comfortable expression again. He was very tired, and his eyelids were fighting. But he didn't dare to really sleep. Just like before, although he was extremely sleepy, he secretly clenched his fists under the quilt and pricked himself with his nails to stay awake.

An Yi couldn't help but smile when he saw this: "Don't worry."

Ding Hong was really relieved. He closed his eyes and fell asleep immediately.

You really can't hold on any longer! It was the first time I saw my boss so weak, it was so strange. Unconsciously, she also yawned a little.

Butler Li walked over and whispered, "Miss An, we have prepared a chaise longue with pillows and bedding. Shall we bring it in? You are in urgent need of rest."

An Yi raised his eyebrows and pointed his chin in the direction of Ding Hong: "Did he arrange it?"

Butler Li nodded.

An Yi narrowed her eyes slightly, "Okay, thank you for your help." Although she was surprised at how many steps the boss had predicted, her energy and physical strength had been overdrawn, so she decided to slow down and think about it again.

Before lying down, she leaned forward to look at Ding Hong again. He looked so miserable. An Yi believed that this man was harmless at present, at least for a few hours. So she closed her eyes with peace of mind.