No reconciliation, no forgiveness! Mr. Pei leaves with nothing.

Song Qingran hadn't slept all night. After cleaning the room, it was already bright outside.

I checked my phone and it was already off and out of battery. The alarm clock on the bedside table was already close to 7:30.

Today was the last day of the weekend, and Song Qingran still needed to go to the company for training. She quickly washed her face, changed into her work clothes, grabbed her laptop bag, and left.

It rained heavily last night, and the sky was still gloomy this morning. On her way downstairs, she looked at the figures of pedestrians in front of her with a somewhat unreal vision, perhaps because of low blood sugar. She bought a few steamed buns from a roadside stall with the little change she had. She ate a few bites, but she had no appetite. She could only force herself to eat them.

At this time of day, the bus was full of elderly people going to the market. Song Qingran was squeezed off the bus and missed the first one. She had to wait for the second one, but the wait would take another half hour.

I don't know if it will be in time.

Fortunately, Song Qingran managed to rush to the company with just one minute left before work started.

The moment she sat down, a disgruntled voice rang out, "Qingran, I sent you a message asking you to bring me breakfast, didn't you see it?"

"Yes, and my coffee too. You're usually so smart, you even won first place in the campus design competition, how come you can't even do this little thing right now?"

Song Qingran quickly reacted and said, "I'm sorry, Sister Ah Sa, something happened at my house last night, and I stayed up all night without rest. My phone died, so I didn't see the message. Is tomorrow okay?"

"Fine, you didn't even buy it. You can't even do such a small thing right. What use are you?"

"So annoying!" He slammed the file in his hand onto the table with a 'thud'.

Song Qingran pursed her lips. "I... my phone is really dead. How about this, I'll treat everyone to lunch. Whatever you want to eat, it's on me."

"Your money? Forget it. What money could a student like you have? There are six people in the design department. If each person spends 100, that's 600. Don't even mention that we full-time employees will bully an intern like you."

Song Qingran's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly explained, "No, you've helped me a lot over this long period of time, so it's only right that I treat you to a meal."

In the afternoon, Song Qingran's design team went to a Western restaurant downstairs. The meal cost nearly two thousand yuan, and Song Qingran bit her lip but still paid the bill.

She was in a daze all day. She thought she could have a good rest after lunch, but she didn't expect that she would still have a lot of things to do. She didn't even have a chance to close her eyes.

That was true on the first day, and it continued on the second day, the third day…

Song Qingran was still overwhelmed by company affairs, and was in a flurry of activity. As soon as she finished one task, someone would come to urge her to finish another, which resulted in her not completing anything and being reprimanded by her team leader.

They had never known before, and Song Qingran didn't know where she started to change. She was hiding in the restroom stall when she was able to catch her breath, compose herself, and prepare to leave. Just then, she heard voices of gossip and ridicule outside the restroom.

"Is Song Qingran out of her mind? We're all deliberately targeting her, and she didn't even realize it? We asked her to buy something, and she went like a lapdog, not daring to say a word. She even had to write labels and stick them on the computer. I feel like only she could do something so stupid."

"Yeah, I'm dying of laughter. Sometimes I really don't know if she's naive or stupid."

"The team leader's scolding of her just now was really satisfying. If she continues like this, I don't think she'll be able to get a permanent position at the company, and she might not even be able to get her degree from Imperial University."

"It's probably because President Pei has gotten tired of her and doesn't even look at her anymore. Did you see how she embarrassed herself in front of President Pei yesterday, holding the documents? I'm really fed up with Song Qingran. She can't do anything right. It's only a matter of time before she gets fired."

"Hahaha, help! How did this person get into university through God's special admission program? Could they have cheated?"

"How could anyone be so stupid?"

"Let's have her stay and work overtime tonight, then we can go shopping..."

"Yeah."

Song Qingran lowered her eyes, a shadow hidden in them, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, lost in thought.

A few minutes later, Song Qingran slowly pushed open the stall door and walked out of the restroom.

He had just sat down when, as usual, a document was placed in front of her within seconds. His tone, which was usually polite to Song Qingran, was now commanding her, "This design draft needs to be made into an electronic model. In a moment, you will draw it on the computer according to the markings and save it as an electronic copy. The client needs to confirm it at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Don't delay the time."

The design sketch above is a wedding ring that the client ordered privately at a high price, which originally required a specific designer to complete.

This time, Song Qingran refused, "Sister Jiaojiao, I can't help you. I still have tasks assigned by my team leader. This is something the client specifically asked you to do, and I have no obligation to help you complete it."

Jiaojiao thought she was hallucinating. "You dare to refuse me?"

“I help you all one by one, but you call me stupid behind my back. Why should I help you? It’s a thankless task, and if I do it, I’ll be criticized. Then I’d really be stupid.”

“I heard what you were saying in the restroom. Please do your own work yourselves, okay? I'm really tired. Besides helping you with your tasks, I also have to finish my own schoolwork. I don't have that much time…”

"Please... take care of your own affairs!"

The group of people behind Song Qingran exchanged glances, their eyes filled with calculating and malicious intent.

Jiaojiao chuckled, "Fine, fine... If Song Qingran ever needs anything in the future, you'd better not come begging to us! You're just an intern, don't be so arrogant, and you'll remember that."

Before and after the storm, all was calm.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, while Song Qingran was in the restroom, a basin of water fell from above and soaked her completely.

She asked for half an hour off to go back and change her clothes, but this made her miss the design department's training course. She was then scolded by her team leader in front of the director, and Song Qingran could only endure it.

At 6 o'clock, the group meeting was scheduled. Song Qingran was not informed of the meeting and by the time she arrived, it had already ended, and she was inevitably scolded again.

Until 7 p.m., I was pranked again and locked in the company's second-floor warehouse. All the emotions I had accumulated throughout the day finally exploded...