The High-Ranking Official's Beautiful Mother Under Conspiracy

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Chapter 0001 The Violent Female Demon
I had just gone out to install a phone for a client and returned to the office, my mouth dry. I took a sip of water, and there was a dirty joke on my phone: Husband excitedly asked: "Sun?" Wife helplessly shook her head and replied: "Month."

I pulled it out and sent it to a friend named Li Jing. The message was being sent. I looked at it and felt something was wrong. I looked again, and oh my god! The number displayed on the phone wasn't Li Jing, but Lin the Demon!

I hurriedly picked up the phone and pressed the red exit button, but it was impossible to exit while the message was being sent. I removed the battery. God help me, that message didn't get sent.

Lin the Demon's real name is Lin Xi, another more famous nickname is Abbess Extinction. She is the director of our marketing department, age unknown, under thirty.

A great beauty, a former model, she's as tall as me at 1.75 meters in high heels, and her figure is naturally amazing.

She possessed a captivating charm, fair and smooth skin, a face as radiant as the morning sun, and piercing eyes—an unparalleled beauty. Her personality was equally unmatched; though young, she was ruthless, utterly devoid of conscience, and inhuman. A cunning glint always

lurked in her eyes, making her seem incredibly sinister. She was indifferent to anything, from the most treacherous to the most ruthless. She was the highest-ranking official in our marketing department. This woman, with her alluring, almost demonic beauty, supposedly managed to seduce the CEO and become the head of the marketing department.

However, this woman was far from the useless pretty face everyone imagined. She was strategic, insightful, and shrewd, with exceptional management skills.

She combined the beauty and wisdom of the East with the carefree and flamboyant style of the West—a genius manager, a perfect blend of devil and angel.

I knew I was doomed. That message seemed to have already been sent out in a panic. I slumped into my office chair, utterly defeated. It was all over.

A few minutes later, sure enough, Lin the Witch's voice came from the doorway: "Eight hours a day at work, and I see you smoking for five of them! 139xxxx1314, is this number someone from your office?"

I'd better confess, otherwise she could easily find out the number on the internal network. I stood up. She stared straight at me, piercing me. I didn't dare look her in the eye; her gaze wasn't flirtatious, but rather filled with murderous intent: "You! Come to my office with me!"

I heard my colleagues whispering: "Looks like another one of us is going to leave."

Employees summoned to Lin the Witch's office in such a tone usually met with a grim fate. Billion Communications was a large company, with no shortage of people. Anyone who stayed for more than three months was a talent. Many

people came in for a quick look, but Lin the Witch would keep an eye on newcomers. If she didn't like anything about them, she'd immediately send them to the finance department to collect their pay and get out.

I'm just a newbie, only been here for two months, and my performance isn't great. In this fiercely competitive marketing department, I'm always hovering around the bottom, practically worshipping the second-to-last. Everyone knows I'm the worst in the company because my major isn't in telecommunications, and I fail every assessment. The initial joy of successfully entering Yiwan Communications after overcoming numerous obstacles has been replaced by constant anxiety. This dirty joke I heard today probably hastened my demise. Or rather, it's the fuse that brought me to Lin the Witch's attention.

Entering her office, she sat arrogantly with her legs crossed in her chair, scrolling through her phone, then looked up at me. We've almost never seen her without her glasses; she always wears a pair of fashionable, large brown glasses, but that doesn't hide her beauty in the slightest.

Most importantly, those glasses partially conceal her eerie, sinister, cunning eyes. Seeing that strange, arrogant, disdainful smile on one corner of her mouth, you might as well start writing your will and preparing for your heroic sacrifice.

"Yin Ran!" she called my name, her face dark.

"Here!" I stood up straight like a soldier, arms outstretched, feet together, head held high, chest out, looking straight ahead.

"You have a lot of free time?" She elegantly flipped her phone across her fingers.

Actually, I had just gotten back from a busy day, riding my bike around everywhere, installing phones in various residential areas. I hadn't had a moment's free time in the office. I just got back to report for duty, but we both knew that any explanation to Lin the Witch would be seen as an attempt to cover something up. The more I said, the more mistakes I made, so I simply kept quiet.

Suddenly, she angrily grabbed a document from the table and slammed it down: "Last place in performance evaluation! Last place in performance review too! You, the youngest, are still so idle!"

Then she pulled out that white notebook, which was the death report. After filling it out, it would tell you to go to the finance department to collect your salary. Although Lin the Witch was cruel, her biggest advantage was that she paid a lot of money. Even if you only worked a few days this month, she would still pay you the whole month's salary even if she fired you.

I expressed my condolences. It seemed I could go back to the job market to try my luck again tomorrow.

There was a knock on the door. It was her secretary: "Ms. Lin, I've inspected all the goods, but the Dongcheng branch called and said they can only pick them up tomorrow. I wanted to move them back to the storage room, but they've all gone home."

Ms. Lin, who had just opened her white laptop, stopped, looked at me, and pointed at me with her phone: "You go move them."

It's true what they say, there's always a way out, but even the way is a dead end! This task has extended my life a little. Secretary, I love you to death!

There were huge boxes and boxes of telephones, dozens of phones in one large box, dozens of large boxes, each weighing over sixty pounds. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that the small storage room was on the first floor, while our office was on the third. I ran around like this for three whole hours, and finally, it was done.

I leaned against the corridor wall, breathing heavily, my hair completely soaked, sweat pouring down my face.

I heard the sound of a group of people walking towards us. Lin, the "Witch," led the way, followed by a group of people I couldn't identify. All our company employees wear uniforms: white shirts, light gray trousers, and black leather shoes for the men in the summer, and white shirts and short business skirts for the women. I must emphasize, my female colleagues' skirts were incredibly short—quite a sight!

Lin, however, was different. While she dressed professionally, the colors changed daily. Her high heels clicked rhythmically. I didn't recognize the people following her; they were all bowing and scraping, probably either out to solicit business or asking Lin for favors.

She stopped in front of me, not even looking at me or turning her head, speaking to the air in front of her: "Yin Ran, are you done moving?"

"Yes."

"Good, not bad." Then she nodded and walked on. What did that mean? Did she mean she wasn't going to fire me for now?

As I was thinking, a few of the dozen or so men following behind me jumped out and grabbed me, saying, "Hey buddy, let's go!"

I pushed them away in surprise, asking, "Where are we going?"

"To eat, of course!"

They pulled me along as they talked, "Your Billion Communications products are really good. We'd like to ask your CEO, Mr. Lin, if we can open a Billion Communications franchise store in Yongzhou City. But Mr. Lin is stubborn and won't listen to reason. You're an employee of your company, so you must know Mr. Lin well. Buddy, give us some advice."

I shook my head and stopped, saying, "I can't help you, sorry."

Seeing that I had stopped, they became anxious and dragged me forward together, saying, "Then we'll talk about it later."

When we reached the parking lot, Lin, the "Witch," got into her car, a domineering red Land Cruiser that suited her perfectly.

These guys dragged me into a car I don't even know what kind of car it was. Once inside, they kept begging me, offering me cigarettes and saying, "Buddy, to be honest, it's not easy for anyone out here. We've got our sights set on this market, so we're willing to go all out. We've taken over the shopping mall over there, and it's all renovated. We're just waiting to get past Mr. Lin. If you can help us get this done, we'll give you 50,000!"

I'm a poor man, renting a tiny basement room for 80 yuan a month. 50,000! I was tempted, but helplessly, I shook my head again.

"60,000!"

"No, brother, no matter how much you give me, I can't help you."

As we spoke, we arrived at a restaurant. They had a private room, and I felt I didn't belong in such a luxurious place, so I automatically backed out. Those guys, really, I don't know what to say, turned around and grabbed me, dragging me into the private room with them.

They ate, drank, and discussed business, only disagreeing on the procurement. Boss Lin insisted on company delivery, while they insisted on picking it up themselves. I didn't see any difference.

Later, I realized that company delivery would incur a considerable delivery fee. Boss Lin was too stingy, even making money off them for that. You know, they're doing business for our company!

Boss Lin got angry, slammed her hand on the table: "Our company's products are so good! We're not afraid of not having people help us sell them! Since we can't even negotiate this much! Then let's not talk about it!" She was decisive, and stood up after speaking.

The group of guys hurriedly stood up and invited Ms. Lin to continue the discussion, offering her numerous toasts, including many to me, and then to Ms. Lin herself. Ms. Lin, seeing me sitting there, showed no expression, but asked me to sit next to her. She then gave me all the toasts offered, thankfully my alcohol tolerance is excellent.

However, after drinking one glass of something I couldn't identify, I immediately felt something was wrong; it was extremely bitter. I smelled it, and it was beer. I guessed these guys had put something on it.

Mr. He also had a few drinks. I had only been sitting for a short while when my head started spinning. I was certain these guys had used some trickery.

Ms. Lin had drunk several more glasses than me. Her hazy eyes behind her glasses told me she was drunk. She signed the contract, albeit in a daze. The contract itself wasn't anything special, except that the company couldn't deliver.

The group shook hands with the two of us and then all left, leaving Ms. Lin and me in the private room.

I was extremely dizzy, feeling nauseous but unable to vomit. I had almost no strength left, but I managed to stand up and slowly walked out the door. She called after me, "Help me back!"

Chapter 0002 We had a relationship.
I slowly helped her out of the private room. Although I was dizzy, I wasn't completely out of it, but I felt utterly weak. "President Lin, I can't help you back."

She took out her phone to make a call, pressed a few buttons, then looked at it and handed it to me. "Help me find a beast named Wang Huashan."

Wang Huashan was the CEO of Billion Communications Company, in his forties, with children, divorced multiple times, and a life of polygamy. Her rumored boyfriend actually called the CEO that.

Although I was still somewhat conscious, my vision was completely blurry, and I couldn't make out the words on my phone screen: "Ms. Lin, are these words on your phone?"

"I don't think so either."

After she finished speaking, she vomited all over me. The disgusting filth flowed down my neck and chest. I slowly looked down, and she continued to vomit. I wanted to push her away but didn't dare. At that moment, my mind was still focused on my sacred work.

Good heavens! My clothes, from head to toe, were covered in her vomit. A waiter ran over: "Sir, Madam, our hotel rooms are on the thirteenth floor. Shall I take you up?"

The waiter was so dedicated.

I didn't want to go, but the waiter took Ms. Lin's left hand, and I supported her on her right. It felt like the waiter was dragging us both onto the elevator and then to the room counter.

A double room was 580 yuan, and a single room was 480 yuan. I took out my wallet. I only had enough money for a single room, and that was all my food money for the month. If I paid for the room, I was afraid I would starve to death on the streets this month.

As I hesitated, the enthusiastic waitress snatched my wallet, took all my money, and paid for the room. I sadly took the room key and helped Ms. Lin towards room 1314. I overheard the enthusiastic waitress talking to the receptionist: "Another booking tonight, Xiao Li, you're really something!"

Ugh, that enthusiastic waitress was only after her commission.

I helped her; she could still walk, and because she was wearing high heels, she seemed taller than me. Her head rested on my shoulder. I inserted the card to open the door. There was only one bed, but thankfully it was large enough for two people.

I gently placed her on the bed, took off her shoes, put on pillows, and covered her with a blanket.

I went into the bathroom, looked at my filthy body, and felt nauseous, so I vomited. Finally, I took off all my clothes, washed them, and hung them up to dry. The clothes were so thin; they should be dry by tomorrow morning. Then I rolled up in a bathrobe and crawled into bed, my back to her.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, she rolled over, put her arm around me, and then snuggled closer, her face against the back of my head. Then she put her leg on top of me. I rolled over to lie on my back, and she stirred, hugging me tightly again.

Good heavens, my blood felt like it was boiling. I tried to push her away, but looking at her delicate face, which seemed even more beautiful without that murderous aura, I gently pushed her away. She suddenly rolled over and lay on top of me, taking off her glasses. I saw her face, as radiant as the moon, perfectly for the first time. I wanted to touch her face, to kiss her, but she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me.

I panicked. She was a nightmare for me. Every time I was at work, I prayed I wouldn't run into her. I was afraid of being fired. My job was my lifeline; if I didn't hold on tight, I'd sink to the bottom.

A few years ago, my father was a county leader. He was straightforward and outspoken, and straightforward people are destined not to be officials. He offended many people and became a stumbling block for others.

Later, my father was framed. Someone paid a few thugs to smash our windows every morning. Calling the police was useless. Eventually, my father got angry, picked up the hunting rifle that my grandfather had left him, and fired a shot at the thugs.

Possessing firearms and ammunition is a crime in itself, and on top of that, he shot someone. My father was dismissed from his post. Although he didn't go to jail, he was demoted to a commoner. A fallen phoenix is worse than a chicken. When my father was successful, the villagers, relatives, and friends all bowed and scraped to him. After he became a commoner, rumors about his downfall due to corruption spread quickly. Corrupt officials are very despised in our country.

Because of this, my father couldn't do any business. There was always someone interfering and making things difficult for him. My parents had no choice but to return to their hometown, farm, raise pigs, and support my two sisters and me through school until I graduated from university.

We sold our valuable house, and with two younger sisters still in school, we were struggling to make ends meet. When I returned home for the Lunar New Year, just after the third day of the new year, my father kicked me out, saying a man's ambition lies in the world, and gave me two thousand yuan to go out and make my way.

Unfortunately, I was lured into a pyramid scheme by a so-called good friend and imprisoned for two weeks. When I was released for some fresh air, I grabbed a fruit knife from an old woman selling fruit and confronted the thugs who had held me captive. They didn't dare lay a hand on me and reluctantly let me go. Then I arrived in this city, Huping City.

I originally had a girlfriend, the prettiest girl in our class, very beautiful. But the innocence of university life clashed with the complexities of society, and people change. We arrived in Huping City, and I initially stayed at her place. She also rented an apartment; she was the manager of the Western restaurant at a five-star hotel, earning a little over three thousand yuan a month.

Because of her beauty, she faced many temptations. Once, she told me that a big boss wanted to give her a BMW worth over 300,000 yuan and wanted her to go with him, but she refused. Later, a boss in his sixties gave her a villa and recognized her as his goddaughter. Goddaughter, goddaughter, of course, is not a daughter with a purely casual relationship; she is meant to be used.

She refused too. Later, she saw through the illusion of the world, realizing that only money was the real deal. She abandoned our three-year relationship and ran off with a so-called triad boss. He gave her a million yuan and promised to give her at least 30,000 yuan a month.

My love vanished overnight. Gathering my sorrow, I continued on my way, eventually arriving at this billion-dollar telecommunications company, where I rented a basement room for 80 yuan a month.

I nudged Lin the Witch. She stared at me for a long time, then suddenly, her moist, soft lips touched mine. Her kiss was light and gentle, making me reluctant to pull away. But I still had to push her away. I needed to work; I needed to help my father shoulder the burden of the family.

As I pushed her away, my hands rested on her ample bosom. When I realized this, desire instantly overwhelmed my reason.

Since my girlfriend left, I haven't touched a woman for over two months. When we were together, we'd have sex at least ten times a week. It was like an addiction, and after two months of forced abstinence, it all came back at me.

I straddled her, stripped off all her clothes, revealing her beautiful, model-like body. I threw away the towel wrapped around me, and our shadows intertwined under the lamplight all night.

The first time I couldn't get up in the morning, I heard her getting dressed while I was still asleep, but I was so tired I couldn't even open my eyes. After she finished dressing, she kicked me, and I snapped back to reality. Oh my god, I slept with Lin the Witch last night!

I rolled up my bathrobe and stood up. She approached me step by step, her sunglasses making her look like a superhero, her eyes radiating menace: "You're so bold."

"Last night, last night we just covered each other with the blanket, just...just chatting," I explained to Lin the Witch for the first time.

"Just chatting? You usually seem so well-behaved, but you've got some nerve! You even dared to touch me!"

What kind of talk is that?! Wasn't she the one who touched me first last night? But she was so drunk, maybe she mistook me for her boyfriend.

I didn't dare explain anymore; any explanation would just be a cover-up and would only make her angrier.

Backed against the wall, I had no way out. I waited for her insults or beatings. She kept staring at me, then said in a very contemptuous tone, "Someone like you, a lowly person, dares to touch me? Do you even deserve me?"

I was angry. I stared at her intently. I wanted to slap her, but I hated my own powerlessness. I needed this job. She paused. "Go buy me some emergency contraception and bring it to my office later!"

"Huh?"

"What 'huh'?! Emergency contraception!"

"I... I don't have any money." I blushed. I wasn't lying to her; I really didn't have any money. I didn't even know what to eat today. By the time I got paid at the end of the month, I might be starving.

She stared at me with utter disdain, contempt, schadenfreude, and disgust, pulling money from her bag: "Two thousand yuan to shut you up. If you utter a single word, I'll buy your hands and feet for twenty thousand." She

then stuffed the money into her bathrobe, turned away with a nonchalant air that made me want to punch her and leave. The saying "when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head" applied to my situation. Money is the only truth.

I knocked on her office door, went in, and placed the birth control pill in her hand. The flush on her face hadn't faded even now. I turned and walked out.

"Wait!"

I stopped. I knew I couldn't say anything nice, and I was prepared to endure it, even if she attacked me with the most venomous words.

"If you don't want me to fire you, you'd better work properly every day and never show your face in front of me again!"

I walked out and punched the wall hard. Regret, bruises, pain.

This company's operating style is extremely abnormal; there's not a trace of warmth. Rank is everything, and every day in the office you see superiors berating subordinates, verbally abusing them mercilessly.

As a result, the office atmosphere has become distorted. Although everyone's performance is excellent, the office is constantly filled with the smell of gunpowder. Everyone has inherited the true teachings of the "Witch Lin"—arrogant, conceited, and prone to gossip.

Chapter 0003: My Pretty Female Colleague.
I don't like staying in the office; I wish I could be outside installing phones every day. Not the kind of phones from the telecom company, but a kind that saves money. After entering a fixed IP phone card number and password into this special phone, you can save money every time you make a call. It's complicated, but it saves money, so many customers buy it.

I became a phone installer. But it's not bad; we don't have to see our female director, the "Witch Lin," in the office, and more importantly, our department head, Minister Mo Huai-ren.

We are all the lowest-level employees in the company, so almost everyone can yell at us. We are just grassroots; we can't see or even dare to dream of getting ahead.

Being scolded by Mo Huai-ren was commonplace. This man, nearing forty, was incredibly cunning and extremely irritable, prone to cursing at the slightest provocation. He was also a notorious lecher; almost every woman in our department had been groped by him.

I, of course, had been scolded too, but I endured it.

Sitting in my office, last night's ecstasy suddenly made me want to laugh, and I chuckled. Bai Jie noticed this smile and asked, "Xiao Shi, what are you laughing at?"

Bai Jie was a beautiful young woman, in charge of our office's finances and inventory. She wasn't much older than me, divorced due to her husband's infidelity, yet she didn't seem like a woman who had been dumped countless times.

She possessed delicate features, a graceful figure, elegant temperament, and mature charm—an intellectual woman. While not a stunning beauty, she was extremely talented, gentle, and genuine. Of all the people in the office, I only acknowledged Bai Jie as a decent person.

Although there were many other beautiful women and handsome men, most were cold-blooded.

"I wasn't laughing at anything."

"Xiao Shi, did President Lin call you over for something yesterday?" Bai Jie's question implied that she was about to be kicked out by the witch Lin.

"No."

"Xiao Shi, your grades are at the bottom again. You need to work harder this month, or Minister Mo and Director Lin won't let you off easy."

"Thank you, Sister Bai."

Because I was a new employee, and I felt out of place among these people, I didn't have an English name, I didn't have expensive clothes, I didn't have a car or house to be proud of, and I didn't even have anything to talk about.

So, among these abnormal colleagues, silence was golden. There were actually many people who could help me with work-related matters, but even if I asked them, they might not be willing to teach me.

I stumbled along the way, inevitably making mistakes, which became a handle in Minister Mo's hands. He hated handsome men who were younger and more arrogant than him. In short, he really wanted to kick me out, but kicking someone out required the witch Lin's personal approval.

I was originally a talkative and humorous person, but caught in this battlefield of conflict, I lost my true self. The burden of my family, my father's gray hair, my girlfriend's betrayal, the pressure from my boss, and the office politics made it impossible for me to find joy.

Beautiful young women like Bai Jie easily become targets for Mo Huai-ren's advances. He always finds excuses to talk to her, and while they're talking, he'll subtly touch her ample breasts or buttocks when no one's looking. The office staff are used to it; everyone pretends not to see. Anyone who dares to interfere will be forced to leave.

I was already furious when Lin the Witch mocked me, and this time, when Mo Huai-ren reached out and touched Bai Jie's ample breasts—or rather, groped them forcefully—it wasn't just a touch.

Bai Jie screamed and pushed him away, but the shameless man grinned and pressed against her again, saying, "Little Bai, the numbers on the purchase order seem wrong." He reached out and slapped her again.

Bai Jie screamed again and jumped away, but Mo Huai Ren, emboldened by lust, pressed against her once more. Bai Jie looked at everyone with innocent, pitiful eyes, and no one dared to utter a sound.

When Bai Jie looked at me, I suddenly felt a surge of heroic indignation. I stood up, took two large strides, and stomped him, sending him crashing to the ground.

My colleagues all glanced over, then lowered their heads, as if what happened had nothing to do with them. The world is dark, rife with despicable people, a corrupt society, and degenerate humanity.

If one day I ever feel like committing suicide, I'll definitely carry a gas cylinder into this office, distract Bai Jie, and detonate it, sending them all to the underworld to seduce and fight!

Mo Huai-ren scrambled to his feet, probably not expecting to be kicked so hard by someone as usually docile as me. He grabbed a nearby stool, glanced at me, and, realizing he wasn't strong enough to handle me, slunk away.

After he left, the women applauded. What good was applause? No one had spoken up for me earlier. This was bad news; Mo Huai-ren was probably going to ruin me this time.

Bai Jie was stunned. She hadn't expected me to be so ruthless. I never showed mercy to lecherous men. I had nowhere to vent my anger, and Mo Huai-ren was definitely thinking about how to deal with me—first, to get someone to beat me up for revenge; second, to torture me and kick me out of the company.

"Yin Ran, I'm afraid I've dragged you into this," Bai Jie said, her tone slightly reproachful.

"Don't overthink it, Sister Bai. Even if other female colleagues were harassed like this by him, I'd still kick him out."

Bai Jie gratefully shook my hand. "Thank you."

Returning to reality from the excitement of rescuing a damsel in distress, I spent the whole day considering how to deal with this guy. I'd long since grown tired of his domineering, sarcastic, and mean-spirited manner.

While I was still wondering how he would treat me, he came in and threw a pile of files at me. "Get all the documents from January for me," he said, then turned and left.

I laughed, because I knew his intention. He was planning to help me find the documents even after work, trying to keep me occupied until all my colleagues had left so he could deal with me. I wasn't afraid of him being open about it, but I was afraid of him playing dirty tricks, kicking me out right under everyone's noses. If he didn't get revenge, he wouldn't be Mo Huai Ren.

I found a small hammer and put it under the desk, continuing to help him find the documents. Mo Huai Ren was incompetent, uneducated, lacking in skill, and with very low character. It was a miracle how he could sit in that position so securely.

Although this guy is trash, he's cunning enough to outmaneuver anyone. Knowing his own limitations, he always manages to outwit his opponents with schemes. I was always worried about his underhanded tactics, and this time was no exception. He bribed several security guards to disable all the security cameras on the floor. Then, four guards, led by him, stormed into the office. Mo Huai-ren pointed at me and yelled, "Beat them!"

The four guards jogged over, and I pulled out a small hammer from under the table and swung it at the guy in the lead. He dodged quickly, and the blow landed on his shoulder, but it was still quite a blow. He yelled and fell to the ground. The guards hadn't expected me to suddenly pull out a hammer.

The second guard came up and I hit him in the chest with the hammer. The two behind him didn't dare rush forward. I kicked the guy I'd hit in the chest down and then raised the hammer to his head.

He shouted, "I'm so sorry! We took his money!" I realized money really is a wonderful thing; it can turn the impossible into possible. My girlfriend knew better than I did that money was the best support, more reliable and real than empty vows of eternal love.

I stopped. Even if I hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have dared to actually hit him on the head. Just as I was about to bend down, the hammer was kicked away by the two standing security guards.

Then those two shameless guys knocked me down, and the two security guards who were lying down also got up and together pulled me down. I curled up into a ball, tightly clutching my head. The four security guards surrounded me, kicking and stomping wildly. The pain was so bad that I bit off a small piece of my own tooth. They were afraid of causing a fatality, so when they saw I wasn't moving, they turned and left.

I released my hands from my head, panting.

After the four security guards took the money and left, Mo Huai-ren walked over with a disdainful look: "You've got some nerve, huh? You actually dared to hit me! But you've picked the wrong target. You're like an ant; I can kill you anytime! You can't sue me, there are no witnesses, and I've turned off the video surveillance. What can you do to me, what can you do?"

Actually, when the hammer in my hand was kicked away, I knew deep down that I couldn't possibly beat four security guards with my bare hands, so I might as well play dead. As Mo Huai-ren spoke, he stomped on me with his foot: "You think you're so tough? Get up! Get up and hit me! Get up and hit me!"

I stood up abruptly and grabbed a four-legged stool: "You asked for it." I twisted my neck; it hurt all over, but I'm strong and healthy, so I played dead and got away with it. He turned to run, but I hit him on the head with the stool, and he fell down. I stomped on him hard; he was in much worse shape than me.

Mo Huai-ren was scheming, determined to get rid of me. When he saw me, he wouldn't look me in the eye. We were both ridiculous, covered in bandages. When colleagues greeted him, he explained, "Minister Mo, what happened?"

"I slipped and fell down the stairs last night."

Colleagues asked me, "Yin Ran, what happened?" "

When Minister Mo fell, I went to help him, and we both tumbled down together. (For more details, search and follow on WeChat: 【myxs86】 or 【漫玉小说】 and reply with 1044 to continue reading the exciting story! Minister Mo, isn't that right?")

"Yes, yes, yes."

When I was in the office, Mo Huai-ren was no longer as lecherous as before. If he dared to come in and lay a hand on any female colleague, I would kick him away immediately. The situation was already difficult to salvage, so I might as well give him a good beating while he was still alive. If I really got rid of him, I really wouldn't know where I'd go next.

Bai Jie walked over and looked at my face. "Does it hurt?"

"No, I don't feel anything."

"Can we have dinner together after work?"

"Aren't you afraid people will talk behind your back?" I wasn't joking. Bai Jie was alluring and mature, with a voluptuous figure. Such a beauty—men who wanted to seduce her were jealous of women, and being a divorced woman only amplified the gossip. She was usually very low-key, so this sudden invitation made me feel a little flattered.

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