The cliché story of a domineering president and his secretary

When Xiao Yang parked the car, a strange customer service manager was already waiting there.

Where's Butler Li? Was he just not there? Or was he afraid his expression wouldn't be effective? An Yi speculated idly.

They were currently on the second floor of the Ding Club, where two colleagues were debugging the robotic equipment they had just delivered. An Yi was taking photos and videos, and later, Xiao Yang joined in to assist. The unfamiliar housekeeper, whose name was Fu, wanted an electronic manual to be saved on the computer she had brought with her. This task naturally fell to An Yi. The manual was a large file in several formats, requiring downloading from a company-owned mailbox. While waiting, Fu, Xiao Yang, and two other colleagues took the robot on a "walk." As they were walking, everyone disappeared, leaving An Yi alone.

An Yi looked around but couldn't find any trace of him, and the door was locked... Okay, okay, it was expected, why be angry.

Even thinking this way, he still felt a tightness in his chest. He sat on the sofa with his chin in his hand, in a daze, wondering what the chances of escaping today were.

This is, of course, a meaningless act, but who wouldn't struggle? How many people would simply accept their fate? However, how one struggles, and to what extent, varies greatly depending on one's ability, which is why it's so easy to cause frustration.

Force yourself to stop thinking. What's that saying? When humans think, God laughs. Sure enough, my attempts to struggle certainly make some "God" laugh. Comfortably abandoning myself, I lay back on the sofa, closing my eyes and resting.

"comfortable."

An Yi didn't move.

"An Yi, I apologize...I always make you angry."

An Yi remained calm, but frowned. This voice was very familiar, but the source... was actually coming from the air.

Is he shouting? Am I being monitored? Didn't that person keep saying there were no surveillance cameras in the room? An Yi opened his eyes and glanced around.

"Don't worry, there's no surveillance," Ding Hong seemed to understand An Yi's thoughts and explained promptly, "This floor is often used as a conference venue, so a sound amplification system with no blind spots has been installed."

No wonder they chose this place to act, it was such a well-planned scene. An Yi raised his eyebrows, then twitched the corners of his mouth in a mocking tone.

"I know you're getting fed up with me. I'll just say a few words. I won't be back tonight and definitely won't appear in front of you. So just focus on your treatment, eat well, and sleep well. With Butler Li here, she'll take care of everything."

Ding Hong paused and sighed deeply: "I'm sorry for the offense I caused this afternoon. I've apologized too many times recently, and you must be annoyed again, so I won't say much. I'll say good night to you in advance. An Yi, good night!"

The sound died away instantly, ending rather quickly. Then there was the soft sound of a door opening, and cautious footsteps approaching.

"No need to say, I understand." An Yi raised his hand and rubbed his brow: "They have left. As for me, I will go to the bedroom to rest and wait for dinner, right?"

"Yes."

It was indeed the voice of Butler Li. A feeling of comfort and fatigue came over me. I felt so tired.

"Would you like me to arrange a bath and massage for you first? It will soothe your body."

"I want to move back to my previous room." An Yi lowered his eyelashes and said lazily, "I don't mean to make things difficult for anyone, I just want to change my mood." Although it's not possible to move to a different room, Ding Hong's mark is too heavy in the room he lives in now. Even if he is not there, he can feel that he is everywhere.

After the elevator incident, An Yi knew that Ding Hong did not sleep well at night. Although she lived next door, the partition in the middle was soundproof and there were two thick screens, but she still noticed unusual noises over there several times: faint sounds of nightmares, calls, and the footsteps of medical staff on guard outside.

In the next few days, with the intervention of Dr. Yang's hypnosis, An Yi was forced to sleep and was no longer aware of the other person's situation at night.

It was ridiculous to think about it. Ding Hong had originally used the nightmare as an excuse to get her to stay, but when she did, Ding Hong was afraid that he would disturb his sleep, so he tried to cover it up...

How contradictory are you? Either you are pitiful to the core, or you pretend to be a tough guy. This pretending and tough, comfortable and speechless, but the heart is uncontrollably tight...

Rubbing my brows, I stood up and looked out the window. Flowers and wildflowers entwined themselves around the copper railings that spiraled downward like a vortex. Who was the vine? Who was the copper pole? For now, it seemed clear. But after years, even decades, would the copper pole be eroded to its very core? Would the vines grow thicker and become the main trunk? No, perhaps even before this change, the entire landscape had been torn down, rebuilt into a new Garden of Eden.

"Miss An, the room has been tidied and your clothes and personal belongings have been moved there." Butler Li's words interrupted An Yi's thoughts.

In just over twenty minutes, from waiting for Ding Hong's approval to cleaning the room and putting away all her belongings, everything was still so efficient and perfect.

Money is really useful. It doesn't hurt even if it hits you, let alone when it moisturizes you. It's even more comfortable. Add a little sincerity as a supplement, and the blessing of an advanced version of the self-torture strategy, and the effect is unbeatable.

Today, someone almost got hurt, but she stopped him. But what about next time? Will there be a next time? Will she still be able to stop it?

The answer is that it can’t be stopped! The next morning…

Blood!

Following a painful groan and the sound of a fruit knife falling on the table, An Yi subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a trace of bright red blood flowing from the hand of the man standing in front of the chopping board at the dining table.

It took An Yi's expression only a moment to change from panic to numbness, because the man whose hand was cut was not a chef or a waiter, but Ding Hong.

It wasn't that An Yi was cold-blooded. She turned her head away, avoiding the wound on Ding Hong's hand. She slowly and silently exhaled the breath she had held when she saw the red.

Ding Hong, it was intentional, there is no doubt about it.

Every meal comes with fruit, so why does he need to cut it himself today?

Ding Hong has his own reasons: "Today's fruit is special and very easy to oxidize. It must be cut and eaten immediately to preserve the taste."

At the time, An Yi had no suspicion of his own. Rich people, as always, like to add mystery to commonplace things to show their nobleness and unattainability. She had also seen a lot of them recently. However, she had never expected that she had been too simple-minded after all. It turned out that there was another drama waiting for her.

At this moment, the kitchen was completely silent. Although An Yi deliberately avoided looking, she could still sense the man's raised hand, letting the blood flow down, staining his white shirt. With such a posture, his intentions were too obvious. The man didn't care about being seen through, but was afraid that An Yi wouldn't see through him.

The two men were in a stalemate for a while, and after a while, An Yi finally gave in, because the blood was real after all, and it kept flowing down, as could be seen from the glaring red that was getting bigger and bigger on his white shirt.

Was the white shirt part of the design? To make the bloodstains more obvious? It's entirely possible, scheming man.

"Is there a first aid kit?" An Yi muttered in a low voice, almost like talking to himself. "Forget it, let's find a doctor." He raised his head and asked, "Do you want to contact Butler Li yourself, or should I go and press the call service?"

Finally receiving a response, Ding Hong hurriedly said, "The first aid kit is in the middle closet in the living room. I can clean it myself. It's a minor wound, so I don't need a doctor." He raised his hand to check, "It seems to have stopped bleeding." Actually, it wasn't. He'd made a mistake earlier, applying too much pressure. The wound was still bleeding, but the flow was much less. He couldn't ask for Butler Li or a third person like a doctor or nurse. Otherwise, how could An Yi apply medicine to him and cause him such distress? This little bit of blood wouldn't kill him, Ding Hong was determined.

No need for a doctor? An Yi squinted her eyes and glanced at Ding Hong's injured hand. She walked out of the kitchen without saying a word. After a moment, she came back and found Ding Hong sitting on a chair in front of the center island, holding her hand and waiting obediently.

He placed the medicine box in front of Ding Hong and was about to open it when Ding Hong said, "Your phone rang just now. It must be a text message. Go check it out quickly. Don't let it delay you."

When An Yi heard the word "cell phone," she glanced warily across the table, where she had been standing. There, her phone lay, motionless. Reassured, An Yi hesitated for a moment before leaving Ding Hong behind to retrieve the phone. She checked the text message as she picked it up. It was the final travel confirmation letter forwarded by her mother.

Walking back to Ding Hong, he found that the man had found a bottle of disinfectant spray, opened the bottle cap with one hand, and was struggling to spray it on the wound.

An Yi stretched out his hand and motioned Ding Hong to hand him the disinfectant. Ding Hong quickly handed it to him. An Yi silently picked up the bottle and sprayed it on the wound a few times.

It hurts! Ding Hong gasped. It was all his own fault, absolutely his own fault. He didn't know why he suddenly felt aggrieved. They were both injured and receiving medicine, yet the treatment they received was so different.

He looked down at himself. His hands, arms, shirt, and even the floor in front of him were covered in a mixture of blood and brown disinfectant, a horrifying and disgusting sight. Ding Hong was horrified and immediately used his uninjured arm to block An Yi's view. But there was no way he could block it, so he quickly turned sideways, as if to block the farce he had planned today...

An Yi didn't want to waste any more time, so he stood up and said, "Let's call Butler Li to have the doctor bandage you. I'm going to work now."

"Wait a moment, just a moment. I'll tell Xiao Yang to take you there!" Ding Hong knew the other party had reached his limit of patience and couldn't stop him. So he gave up and chased after him, shouting, "Don't worry. If you're late, just write a field application. Be careful on the road!"

What a nagging question! An Yi frowned, walked straight to the entrance, pressed the pager: "Boss Ding's hand was cut by a knife. Please ask a doctor to come and treat it. Okay, thank you!" Then she left without looking back. Who would bother with a lunatic? Besides, it was already late, and she still had to go back to her place to change her shoes and get her bag.

Ding Hong's eyes followed An Yi's figure, and he texted Xiao Yang to issue instructions, telling him to keep up even if he didn't want to take his car. It was a hot summer morning, so he had to be careful not to get a heat stroke. Fortunately, they had just had a good breakfast before he started adding to the drama.

I poured myself a glass of water and carefully recalled the content of the text message.

Yes, he saw it.

As An Yi went to get the medicine box, she wasn't as calm as she'd thought. In her haste, she dropped her ever-present phone on the table. Though it was locked, the screen lit up for a few seconds as it rang. Ding Hong, unsure of how he'd managed to be so quick, quickly scanned the first dozen or so words of the message. It was impressive how much information it contained: travel agency, itinerary confirmation, ticket issuance...

Without a second thought, he quickly walked to the other side of the table. Just as he had regained his balance, An Yi rushed back with the first aid kit. He had even pretended to remind An Yi to check her text messages, causing her to lose her guard. Although An Yi had abandoned his first choice to check her phone, she had hesitated for a few seconds, but those few seconds were already a good development. Ding Hong was very satisfied.