Black Myth: The Legend of Tianpeng Seeking Demons

Su Bing's office, which was originally the power center of Tiansheng Group, was now shrouded in a cold chill.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the hustle and bustle of the city seems to be isolated by an invisible barrier, with only the glaring sunlight penetrating the glass and casting cold spots of light on the floor.

Su Bing sat behind her large desk, her slender fingers gripping her phone tightly until her knuckles turned white. The photo on the screen stung her eyes and disturbed her peace of mind.

In the photo, she and Zhu Feifei walk side by side under a dim streetlamp, their silhouettes appearing exceptionally intimate. The ambiguous and speculative comments, like sharp blades, pierced Su Bing's pride and self-esteem.

She tried to maintain a calm exterior, but her heart was in turmoil, filled with anger, resentment, and confusion, a mix of emotions that almost suffocated her.

Su Bing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart. However, every time she closed her eyes, Zhu Feifei's handsome face and those always gentle eyes would appear in her mind.

"No, I can't think about him anymore," Su Bing told herself, opening her eyes and her gaze falling on the unsigned contract on her desk. This contract was crucial to the future development of Tiansheng Group, but right now, she couldn't concentrate on reviewing it.

Just then, with a "click," the office door was gently pushed open, and Zhu Feifei walked in with a gentle smile. "Su Bing, are you busy? I..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Bing's cold gaze.

"See for yourself!" Su Bing threw her phone on the table, her tone filled with anger and disappointment. "Is this what you call 'just friends'?"

Zhu Feifei picked up his phone, and after seeing the photos and comments, he immediately understood everything. His face turned pale instantly, and his hands trembled slightly. "Su Bing, let me explain, these photos are..." He tried to explain, but Su Bing didn't give him a chance.

“An explanation?” Su Bing sneered, stood up, walked to the French windows, her back to Zhu Feifei. “What else do you have to explain?” Her voice was low and cold. “What exactly is your purpose in approaching me?”

Zhu Feifei watched Su Bing's retreating figure; her tall frame cast a long, slender shadow in the sunlight.

He could feel the coldness in her tone, the chilling aura that kept him at arm's length, which caused him immense heartache. "Su Bing, you've really misunderstood. My feelings for you..." He took a step forward, wanting to explain, but Su Bing abruptly turned around, interrupting him.

"Enough!" Su Bing's eyes flashed with anger. "I don't want to hear your explanation! Get out, I don't want to see you right now!"

Zhu Feifei wanted to say something, but seeing Su Bing's angry and disgusted gaze, he could only helplessly take a few steps back. His heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness; he wanted to explain but couldn't find the words. In the end, he could only lower his head, slowly walk out of the office, and gently close the door behind him.

The moment the door closed, Su Bing seemed to lose all her strength. Leaning against the French windows, tears welled in her eyes. Gazing at the bustling city outside, she felt an unprecedented loneliness. "Why? Why did it turn out like this?" she murmured, her voice filled with pain and confusion.

Meanwhile, Zhu Feifei stood in the corridor, leaning against the wall, his heart filled with mixed emotions. "You idiot, looks like you really messed up this time!" The voice of the Ringwraith Little White echoed in his mind, tinged with schadenfreude. "I told you you couldn't trust these women too much; they're all fickle!"

"Xiao Bai, can you stop with your sarcastic remarks?!" Zhu Feifei roared inwardly. "I'm annoyed enough already!"

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and decided to go to the break room to get a cup of coffee to calm down. However, as soon as he reached the break room door, he heard several employees whispering to each other.

"Did you know what? I heard that Zhu Chen's previous investments failed and he's now heavily in debt. He's definitely trying to scam money from President Su!" a female employee said in a low voice, her tone full of gossipy excitement.

"I've heard that too. It seems he's been having affairs with several female celebrities. Maybe he's after President Su's money and power!" another male employee chimed in, a hint of contempt on his face.

"Shh...keep your voice down, don't let President Su hear you!" the third employee warned, his eyes flashing with vigilance.

These rumors pierced Zhu Feifei's heart like sharp swords. He clenched his fists, trembling all over, wanting to rush out to argue, but was stopped by the Ringling Spirit Xiaobai.

"You idiot, calm down! Rushing out now will only make things worse!" Little White Ringwraith warned. "You need to find a way to prove your innocence, not act rashly."

Zhu Feifei took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knew Xiaobai was right; the most important thing now was to clear up Su Bing's misunderstanding of him. But how? He felt more lost and helpless than ever before.

"But what should I do?" Zhu Feifei asked in a low voice, her voice filled with frustration.

"Don't ask me, figure it out yourself!" the newbie Ringwraith said irritably. "I'm only responsible for complaining, not solving problems!"

Zhu Feifei shook his head helplessly and decided to return to his office. Along the way, he could feel the strange looks from his colleagues; some whispered among themselves, while others pretended not to see him. This feeling of isolation made him feel extremely depressed.

Back in his office, Zhu Feifei sat down, lost in thought. He replayed every moment he had spent with Su Bing in his mind, from their initial amazement at each other to their gradual familiarity, and now to the numerous misunderstandings. Every scene was so vivid, as if it had happened just yesterday.

"Am I really that worthless in her eyes?" he murmured to himself, a sense of loss and pain welling up inside him.

Zhu Feifei stared at the potted plant Su Bing had given him on his desk. Glistening water droplets clung to its leaves, a testament to his daily care. Now, this plant was the only connection between him and Su Bing.

Just then, his phone rang. It was Su Bing's secretary, Secretary Zhang, calling. Zhu Feifei's heart skipped a beat. He took a deep breath and answered the call.

"President Zhu, President Su requests that you come to her office immediately. She has something important to discuss with you." Secretary Zhang's tone was serious and urgent, which made Zhu Feifei feel uneasy.

“Okay, I’ll be right there,” Zhu Feifei replied, a hint of nervousness in his voice. After hanging up the phone, he stood up, straightened his suit, took a deep breath, and prepared to face the impending storm.