Hello, Heir

If she could, Zhuang Nainai would have picked up the bank card and thrown it at his uncaring face.

However… after debating with herself about Gu Deshou, as well as about how lonely Mother Zhuang must be given that her whereabouts were unknown, Zhuang Nainai finally loosened her fist.

Her soft spot was her mother and vice versa.

Zhuang Nainai lowered her head. She had wanted to explain matters to him but had ended up with having nothing to say.

When matters had already reached this extent, would he even believe her even if she were to explain her position?

She thought about what had happened before this meeting – she’d kept chasing after him and giving in to him.

She even thought that she would be able to capture his heart just like how she did five years ago, as he had been treating her well.

Despite this, what was the result?

Was it only to receive a bank card?

Zhuang Nainai pursued her lips and took a few deep breaths before she was able to quell her anger. She reached out for the card, then turned around and said sarcastically, “Then I only stand to gain from this arrangement! How is it possible for me to live for another hundred years?”

Si Zhengting had regretted his actions from the moment he threw the card toward her.

He knew that he was doing something stupid in a moment of anger… but he was deathly afraid that she would leave him again.

Just like how she did when she left him five years ago without turning back.

He wanted to use an indestructible method to shackle her to his side. When he saw that she was hurt and upset, he thought about taking the card back and taking back what he had said, but he was interrupted by her words. He felt stifled by what she had to say.

If she had thrown a tantrum or had hit him, he would have felt that it was to be expected. That would probably have been easier to bear than what had actually happened.

Si Zhengting loosened his tie and could not hold back his evil words. “What I want is loyalty.”

Was he using the $10,000,000 to buy her loyalty?

Zhuang Nainai lowered her eyes, not looking at him. “I understand.”

Upon saying this, she checked the time. It was one o’ clock. “I have to get back to work, is anything else the matter?”

Si Zhengting gazed at her and could not pinpoint how he was feeling at the moment.

She had already agreed to their arrangement, but why did he feel as though the distance between them had grown further?

He paused before saying, “Leave.”

Zhuang Nainai turned and quickly left his office.

When she opened the door, she felt as though she was at a loss. The smile on her face had stiffened. She would usually greet both Ji Chen and the bodyguards, but at the present moment, she did not say anything. She lowered her head and ran toward the elevator.

After the elevator door closed, she relaxed her entire body. She allowed her suppressed emotions free reign, and her hand gripped her chest in anguish.

She felt as though she could hear the sound of her own heart breaking.

The four corners of the elevator were furnished with mirrors.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were staring blankly, her face as white as a sheet, and she looked as though her entire person was hollow.

But now, even crying was a luxury.

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Zhuang Nainai walked back to the 18th floor soullessly, her head drooping as she headed for her own desk. Zhang Chaowen was standing there and remarked sarcastically as he looked at her, “Zhuang Nainai, I already told you off for handling your personal matters in the morning. Now you’re even late! You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Zhuang Nainai was in no mood to deal with him.

She walked toward him with her head lowered. Her movements were lifeless and zombie-like.