Sun Yi’s gaze toward Chen Yu was practically laced with daggers, but the man himself remained blissfully oblivious—as though someone had blindfolded him with silk and spun him around.
Meanwhile, Chen Ting, ever the master of timing, had already achieved her goal. It was now confirmed: Gu Zi’s pregnancy was unmistakably showing. The gift-giving was merely a pretext—what she really wanted was proximity to Su Shen. And now? She had all the time in the world to get close to him.
Chen Ting didn’t believe for a second that a man could stay faithful through an entire pregnancy. As the tension in the room began to curdle like milk left out in the heat, she gave a fake smile and said sweetly, "No need to trouble yourselves, President Chen. I just came by to bring some New Year’s greetings. I’ll be heading off now."
With that, she turned and made her exit—but not before putting on a performance. Her hips swayed with exaggerated rhythm, every step a calculated tease, the picture of flirtation.
Gu Zi’s stomach churned—not from morning sickness, but sheer disgust. The woman had practically waltzed into her house to seduce her husband. How utterly shameless. Her expression soured visibly, and the tangerine Su Shen had thoughtfully peeled and handed her was set aside, untouched.
Su Shen caught the shift in his wife’s mood. After a moment’s thought, he turned to Chen Yu and spoke with calm decisiveness:
"Old Chen, I’ve already found someone suitable for the assistant position. My wife’s expecting now, and I need to be more present at home. It’s much more convenient for me to have a male assistant. Why don’t you reassign Chen Ting to another post?"
Chen Yu looked bewildered, blinking as though someone had just suggested replacing his prized Bentley with a scooter.
"But... hasn’t Chen Ting been doing a great job?" he said, genuinely puzzled. "She’s detail-oriented, thoughtful—even remembered to bring New Year’s gifts and a present for the baby. Do we really have to replace her? Can’t you reconsider?"
At that moment, Sun Yi felt as though she could die from secondhand embarrassment. This was the man she’d married? The same Chen Yu who insisted on defending Chen Ting while every other wife in the business world treated the woman like a walking red flag?
Seriously—anyone with eyes could see Chen Ting’s motives were far from pure. Was Chen Yu really that clueless, or just that stupid?
Regret surged through her like a tidal wave. Regret for marrying him. Regret for having a child with him. She shot up from her seat and said sharply, "Do you not understand plain Chinese? Su Shen already said he doesn’t want your darling Chen Ting as his assistant. Move her to another post—now. If you’re so fond of her, hire her yourself and keep her in your office. Just don’t unleash her to wreak havoc on others!"
Then she turned to Su Shen and Gu Zi. "I’m leaving. Looking at him just pisses me off." freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
Without waiting for a reply, she snatched her handbag and stormed out.
Chen Yu sat there, stunned and utterly lost. What had he done wrong this time? In his eyes, Chen Ting was a catch—beautiful, capable, kind-hearted. Employees like her were a rare breed. Why did every woman around him think she was some kind of vixen?
But he didn’t have time to dwell on it. He turned to Su Shen with a sigh. "Well, if that’s your decision, I’ll reassign her when the office reopens after the holiday. I’ll be heading off too."
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