After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

The assistant couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

He raised his hand and glanced at the time.

It was already 7 p.m., and Zhuo Yuchen still hadn't had dinner.

What should I do if I'm starving?

Thinking of this, the assistant turned around and went out to the restaurant closest to the Zhuo Group to get a fine meal.

Then, he knocked on Zhuo Yuchen's office door.

After a while, Zhuo Yuchen's deep, somewhat hoarse voice finally came from inside, "Come in!"

The assistant quickly pushed open the door and went inside.

But as soon as I stepped inside, a strong smell of cigarettes hit me.

The assistant paused, stunned.

He took a closer look.

Zhuo Yuchen sat in a leather seat, a cigarette still burning between his fingers.

A wisp of smoke rose gently into the air.

While Zhuo Yuchen's handsome and rugged features were blurred, the restlessness between his brows remained unmistakable.

On the table, the crystal ashtray to Zhuo Yuchen's right was already piled high with cigarette butts.

Upon seeing this, the assistant was utterly astonished.

This has never happened before.

Mr. Zhuo is not a smoker, but today he smoked so many cigarettes?!

"Mr. Zhuo, um..." The assistant didn't dare say much and could only bite the bullet and walk inside. "Dinner's here, please eat a little!"

Zhuo Yuchen didn't even look up. "Put it down!"

"Yes!"

The assistant quickly stepped forward and put the food down.

Only then did Zhuo Yuchen turn his attention to the food.

The menu was small, but the dishes were exquisite.

However, Zhuo Yuchen felt nothing about it.

He was hungry, just hungry, driven by an instinct to fill his stomach.

So Zhuo Yuchen picked up his chopsticks, haphazardly forked a mouthful of rice, and was about to put it in his mouth.

But then, an unexpected incident occurred.

A sharp pain shot through Zhuo Yuchen's right hand and forearm, causing his hand and arm to tremble uncontrollably.

The chopsticks and rice fell onto the table together.

After the excruciating pain comes a feeling of numbness.

Zhuo Yuchen was stunned.

His deep gaze fell, fixed on the grains of rice scattered on the table.

The shadow cast by his eyelashes obscured the emotions in his eyes, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.

only……

At this moment, the somber aura emanating from Zhuo Yuchen and his pale face did not lie at all.

The assistant was immediately terrified.

"Mr. Zhuo, what... what happened?"

"Is your hand hurt?"

"When did this happen? How did you get injured? Was it... at the auction?"

"I...I'll call right away and have a doctor come and take a look."

After a series of exclamations, he shakily pulled out his phone and prepared to make a call.

At this moment, Zhuo Yuchen finally raised his head.

Frowning, he felt incredibly irritated. "Get out!"

The two simple words were cold and devoid of warmth.

"But...but..." The assistant trembled, his voice trembling with despair, "Mr. Zhuo, we absolutely have to call a doctor to come and see what's wrong!"

"Need not!"

"go out!"

This time, Zhuo Yuchen narrowed his eyes dangerously.

The tone left no room for doubt.

Once he's made up his mind, no one can change it.

"Yes!"

The assistant responded listlessly.

At this moment, he was dejected, like a wilted eggplant, and slowly turned around.

The door was closed again.

Zhuo Yuchen was the only one left in the office.

Surrounded by endless loneliness.

In the past, Zhuo Yuchen found such moments pleasant and enjoyable.

But today...

The intimate scene between Yan Niannian and Du Jiaqian at the auction house seemed like a nightmare, constantly replaying in his mind.

It made him irritable and suffocated.

"Phew!" Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Yuchen simply got up and walked straight to the French windows.

His deep gaze wandered aimlessly.

It blends in with the colorful glow of the neon lights.

Light and shadow flicker.

Those dazzling lights, however, could not dispel the gloom in his eyes, nor the chilling loneliness that permeated the air.

With his brows furrowed tightly, Zhuo Yuchen felt the urge to smoke again.

This time, however, he could only use his left hand...

……

The assistant stood outside the door, her heart pounding.

Is Mr. Zhuo's right hand injured?

It seems so.

but……

Mr. Zhuo doesn't want to see a doctor!

How to do?

This is how to do ah!

The assistant had a long face and paced back and forth in the office anxiously, like an ant on a hot plate.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into his mind.

I thought of someone coming.

Yan Niannian.

If she could persuade their CEO Zhuo, he would gladly go through fire and water, let alone see a doctor.

Without delay, the assistant quickly took out his phone to call Yan Niannian.

……

On the other side, the orphanage.

After dinner, Yan Niannian took a walk in the yard.

Recalling what happened at the auction earlier that day, she sighed softly and couldn't help but shake her head.

She originally wanted to take this opportunity to communicate with the big shots or successful people who came to participate, and maybe get some sponsorship for the orphanage.

But the result?

So many awful things happened, and they were all ruined by that crazy woman, Yan Ziming.

Pity.

Just as she was thinking about it, Yan Niannian's phone suddenly rang.

She took it out and looked at it.

The displayed number is an unknown number.

After the call connected, the other party introduced themselves.

He said he was in charge of security for the auction.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter?" Yan Niannian asked, puzzled.

"Um... Miss Yan, Mr. Zhuo injured his right hand at today's auction. Are you aware of this?" the other party asked cautiously.

"injured?"

Yan Niannian was stunned for a moment.

Was Zhuo Yuchen's right hand injured?

She didn't know.

"Go see a doctor if you're injured," Yan Niannian said casually, not caring at all.

The other party suddenly fell silent.

"Sigh!" After a moment, he sighed softly.

Seemingly feeling that Zhuo Yuchen's sacrifice was not worthwhile, the security chief paused for a moment and then said, "Mr. Zhuo's right hand injury was because of you, Miss Yan."

"First he was injured, and then instead of going to see a doctor, he went back to the venue."

"Therefore, I think it is necessary to inform Miss Yan about this matter."

This time, it was Yan Niannian's turn to remain silent.

“At that time, Ms. Yan was slandered, and Mr. Zhuo came out alone to find evidence.”

"There is an old-fashioned small camera at the corner, but it is leaking electricity due to years of disrepair, so no one dares to go up and take it."

"We could hire a professional electrician from outside."

"But that would inevitably waste time and cause you, Miss Yan, to suffer even more grievances."

"So, Mr. Zhuo climbed up there himself without the slightest hesitation..."

"what?"

Yan Niannian's pupils dilated sharply.

When she heard that the wire was leaking electricity, and Zhuo Yuchen climbed up without the slightest hesitation, her heart tightened inexplicably.