Back to work after annual leave

After her annual leave, Qi Wan'er went to work as usual, accompanied by Liu Ning.
What she had to face, she couldn't avoid. Rather than run away, she decided to let things take their natural course.
Back at the company, she handed over her duties to the administrative staff temporarily replacing her and learned from them that Li Zilu had suddenly returned to Europe. She shrugged and didn't ask any further questions, while the administrative staff looked astonished. Indeed, everyone in the company knew about Li Zilu's ambiguous relationship with her, but she didn't know his whereabouts—how could that not seem strange?
She ignored the gossip in the company, silently focusing on organizing materials and reviewing new documents, doing her job as a secretary. She left the rest to others.
By the end of the day, Qi Wan'er had organized all the documents from the past ten days, neatly placing the documents for Li Zilu's review on his desk. When everything was in order, it was time to leave work. Rubbing her temples, she took a deep breath and happily stepped out of the office.
Stepping out of the company, Qi Wan'er felt completely relaxed, her mood naturally improving. Even breathing the slightly stale outdoor air felt like a pleasant experience.
As she walked, a sudden jolt of fear shot through her, and she turned her head warily.
"Miss Qi, a gentleman wishes to see you."
Beside her stood a thin man in a black suit, and next to him stood a similarly dressed, tall man. As he spoke, the tall man grabbed Qi Wan'er's arms.
"Who are you...?"
Qi Wan'er looked at them calmly.
"Don't worry, Miss Qi, we won't harm you for now, as long as you cooperate..."
the thin man said coldly, giving a wink. The tall man then pulled Qi Wan'er into a car that had been parked by the roadside.
"Who is it?"
Qi Wan'er glanced at the group, already guessing the man who wanted to see her. Knowing that resistance was foolish, she cautiously inquired.
"You'll find out soon enough."
The thin man sat beside her as the car moved forward at a moderate pace.
Qi Wan'er didn't press further, a vague unease creeping in, but she was more interested in knowing the purpose.
The car wound its way through a suburban villa district, stopping in front of one of the villas.
"Miss Qi, please."
A thin man opened the car door for her, his demeanor cold yet polite.
Qi Wan'er got out of the car, glancing coldly at the villa's gate. Several men in black followed closely behind, leading her inside.
Upon entering, Qi Wan'er froze.
Backlit, she saw that long-forgotten figure. Despite being somewhat prepared, she couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.
Her eyes were fixed on the man who slowly turned around. Qi Wan'er felt a numbness creeping into her body. Those days she had deliberately forgotten flashed through her mind like disjointed movie clips—sadness, anger, hatred… it all replayed before her eyes as if it were yesterday.
The man before her was still the same as four years ago: the same face, the same smile, the same hair—the man she hated most, Guan Shaoming.
Her arms, which she didn't know had been gripped by two men in black beside her, rendered immobile. She could only watch helplessly as Guan Shaoming approached her.
"Long time no see, Wan'er."
Guan Shaoming lifted her delicate chin, looking at her arrogantly.
Qi Wan'er sneered, glancing away from him.
What was there to say to a man like him?
"What? Don't you recognize me?"
Guan Shaoming tightened his grip on her chin.
"I'm just a lowly woman, how could I possibly know a man as noble as you?"
Qi Wan'er raised her eyes, glaring at him fiercely.
"Fine...fine..."
Guan Shaoming smiled sinisterly, "So you've finally realized your place?"
Qi Wan'er glared at him coldly, remaining silent.
"Alright, seeing as you're so self-aware, I'll tell you, someone wants to buy your masterpiece, and at a high price."
Guan Shaoming released her grip, his eyes scanning her up and down.
"Hmph!"
Qi Wan'er turned her face away dismissively, not wanting to look at his repulsive face.
"However..."
Guan Shaoming said, one hand reaching out to her snow-white neck, gently rubbing it.
"Take your hand away."
Qi Wan'er glared at the man in front of her; his actions disgusted her.
"Hmph...bitch!"
Guan Shaoming's hand didn't move away, but instead gradually slid down. "If you agree to my conditions, I can forgo that money."
He moved closer to her, his eyes lingering on her full breasts.
"Shameless."
"Hmph..."
Guan Shaoming's fingers unbuttoned two buttons on her blouse, revealing her snow-white, full breasts to the air. His fingers slowly slid down, lightly caressing her alluring cleavage.
"Filthy."
Qi Wan'er struggled, but her arms were held tightly.
"You...are still so attractive...it's so nostalgic..."
Guan Shaoming lowered his head, his tongue lightly licking her breast.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
Qi Wan'er screamed hoarsely.
"Oh? What? Still pretending to be high and mighty?"
Guan Shaoming raised his head, a repulsive smile playing on his lips. "Have you forgotten? You're just like your mother, so cheap."
Qi Wan'er bit her lower lip, glaring resentfully at the man before her.
"Heh..."
Guan Shaoming licked his lips, then said, "How about you come back and be my woman? What do you say?"
As he spoke, his eyes darted down, his lustful gaze fixed on her alluring cleavage.
"Don't dream, Guan Shaoming, I don't owe you anything."
Yes, she owed him nothing.
"So... that's a rejection? Then... don't blame me for being impolite?" Guan
Shaoming's disgusted expression was close to her face as he spoke.
"Do whatever you want, I don't care."
Qi Wan'er gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself. She just wanted to leave, to leave as soon as possible; she didn't want to see this man again.
"Oh? Is that so?"
Guan Shaoming lifted her chin again: "Let me tell you, fate has destined me to meet you again. You know, I will never let you go in this lifetime."
Qi Wan'er glared at him hatefully: "You pervert."
She hated him.
"Blame your mother."
With that, Guan Shaoming released her hand, turned around, and laughed wildly.
His laughter disgusted her utterly; those long-buried memories were slowly unearthed, like heavy, Judas-like scars exposed to the damp, cold air, gradually festering.
Qi Wan'er had forgotten how she left Guan Shaoming's villa, only knowing that she walked alone on the streets for a long, long time, all alone, utterly desolate.
When she returned to her apartment like a ghost, a familiar figure blocked her way.
"Where have you been?"
Li Weijun gripped her shoulders tightly, shaking her.
Qi Wan'er looked up, her eyes blinking unconsciously.
"I asked you where you've been?"
Li Weijun's voice rose, tinged with anger.
Qi Wan'er smiled faintly, her expression somewhat dazed.
Li Weijun gazed deeply at her, then pulled her into a tight embrace, as if he wanted to crush her, to make her his own flesh and blood.
"Wan'er, where have you been?"
Li Weijun's voice trembled slightly. "Wan'er, I've been waiting for you...waiting so painfully...I miss you, don't leave me...don't leave me, okay?"
Qi Wan'er numbly let him hold her, as if her body wasn't her own, stunned.
"Let's get married...let's have children...let's never be apart again...okay?"
Li Weijun's embrace tightened, his body trembling. "I won't let the one I love leave me again...don't leave me...don't..."
Marriage? Having children? Never being apart again? Qi Wan'er's mind went blank for a moment, then her consciousness returned, and she forcefully pushed Li Weijun away.
"Wan'er...what's wrong?"
Li Weijun was caught off guard by her sudden action, but more than anything, he felt a pang of resentment, heartache, and pity.
"Who wants to marry you? Who wants to have your child? Li Weijun, who do you think you are?"
Qi Wan'er stood in front of him, crying out weakly. She didn't want marriage, she didn't want love, she just wanted to be alone, she didn't want to love anyone.
"Wan'er, don't be like this..."
Li Weijun stepped forward, wanting to grab her hand, but she angrily shook him off.
"I didn't start, and I didn't end, we just took from each other, you're just my bed partner, understand?"
Qi Wan'er was a little hysterical.
"What are you saying?"
Li Weijun suddenly became very angry, stepped forward and grabbed her, "I said, you're mine, you only belong to me."
Qi Wan'er pushed him away with all her might, "Don't dream, I'm yours? Who do you think you are?"
Saying that, she turned and rushed into the apartment building.
"You..."
Just as Li Weijun was about to chase after her, his arm was grabbed hard.
Qi Wan'er locked herself in the dark room, sitting quietly in a corner, her mind still filled with Guan Shaoming's image, and those memories she couldn't erase.
"Wan'er, are you there?"
Liu Ning's voice rang out in the dark, quiet night.
Qi Wan'er hesitated for a moment, then stood up, turned on the light, and opened the door for Liu Ning.
"Wan'er, you're back? Look what I brought you!"
Liu Ning said with a smile, holding up a roll of something bound with newspaper.
"What is it?"
Qi Wan'er composed herself, afraid Liu Ning would see through her.
"Your photo, it's very beautiful. Shall I hang it up for you?"
"Yes, thank you."
Qi Wan'er let him in, deliberately turning her face away, not wanting him to see her worries.
Liu Ning took the tape and carefully laid the photo flat on the floor, sticking it on.
"Is this okay?"
she asked casually.
"No problem, don't you trust me?"
In no time, with Qi Wan'er's help, Liu Ning had pasted the painting on the snow-white wall.
"This kind of tape looks more natural."
Liu Ning stood in front of the photo, his eyes fixed on her in the picture.
The photo was beautiful, no, it should be said, perfect. Sexy yet natural, charming yet tender, she was very satisfied. Perhaps only Liu Ning could portray her so movingly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Liu Ning said thoughtfully.
"Yes."
She nodded involuntarily.
"Why shouldn't someone so beautiful be loved?"
Liu Ning turned his head and looked deeply at Qi Wan'er.
She didn't speak, turning her face away, unwilling to meet his gaze.
"It's late, I'll go now."
"Okay."
She still didn't turn her face until she heard Liu Ning close the door, at which point her heart calmed down.
Qi Wan'er had thought a lot these past few days, about the past, the happy times, the sad times, every little detail.
When she met Guan Shaoming, she was nineteen. This man spent a year cultivating a relationship, making her the most envied girl in the university at the time.
He was handsome, mature, rich, and had an extraordinary demeanor, showing her meticulous care.
At that time, she felt gratified by her good fortune; she thought she had found so-called happiness.
At that time, she thought he was her everything.
However, a year later, all of this became a fleeting, illusory dream. It turned out she was merely a tool he manipulated; all those romantic escapades were a trap he had set. Beneath his charming and suave exterior lay a vicious and twisted heart. The difference
between love and hate is often just a matter of a single thought, and this man had caused her unbearable pain. At that time, she thought she would choose death; she thought she would sink into despair forever. But in the end, she didn't. After her tears had dried, she told herself she would obtain the happiness she desired.
Li Zilu had returned from Europe and was back at work, but he looked haggard, utterly lifeless. Every time he passed Qi Wan'er's desk, he would gaze at her with longing, as if he had a thousand words to say to her, yet couldn't utter a single word.
Qi Wan'er remained indifferent to his despondency, continuing her work silently, maintaining a detached superior-subordinate relationship with him.
Li Weijun didn't go looking for her again, and she didn't contact him again either. Everything seemed to have returned to normal. Life went on as usual. Apart from occasionally going to Liu Ning's house for dinner, she spent most of her time at home, watching TV alone all night.
That evening, after having dinner at Liu Ning's house, as she was heading back to her apartment, she saw Li Zilu in front of the building.
At first, she was silent; Qi Wan'er couldn't think of anything to say to him.
"Go see Wei Jun,"
Li Zilu said first, leaning against the car door, looking somewhat dejected.
Hearing this, Qi Wan'er paused, slowly raising her head: "Is it necessary?"
What was the point of seeing him again?
"I don't care what your relationship is, let's not talk about that for now. For Wei Jun's sake, I think you should go see him."
Li Zilu's tone was calm, completely different from the carefree playboy he usually was.
Qi Wan'er didn't respond, turning her face away.
“Go and try to persuade him. Maybe he'll only listen to you now,”
Li Zilu’s voice was low. “Perhaps this has nothing to do with you, but…”
Li Zilu sighed, then continued, “It’s about the company. You know, Wei Jun has refused to participate in the family business all these years, and he doesn’t have any shares in the company. Last week when I went back to Europe, my father gave me a serious warning: if he continues like this, he won’t get his inheritance, which means he’ll have nothing.”
Qi Wan’er slightly raised her head, looking at him coldly: “That’s his business.”
Li Zilu paused, then took a deep breath. “Perhaps I shouldn’t have come to beg you.”
Qi Wan’er didn’t speak, gazing at the man before her, his haggard face, his forlorn eyes; he seemed very tired.
“If I had a choice, I would also want him to be happy,”
Li Zilu said, letting out a long sigh.
Qi Wan’er strode towards the apartment building entrance.
She appeared indifferent and composed, but her mind was racing. Perhaps it was time to put an end to everything.
She stopped in front of the building entrance, turned around, and said, "What if I can't persuade him either?"
Knowing Li Weijun's personality, he might not listen.
Li Zilu was somewhat taken aback by her sudden change: "You can."
"Promise me one thing."
"As long as I can do it."
"Okay, take me to see him."
The car stopped at the entrance of the restaurant, and Li Zilu led Qi Wan'er into one of the private rooms. The floor of the room was littered with beer bottles, scattered haphazardly. Li Weijun sat quietly alone in the corner of the room, curled up, with Shu Chen and Lu Minlin beside him.
He had become thinner in just a few days.
Qi Wan'er ignored their sharp gazes, walked straight to Li Weijun, and bent down.
"Ziluo, why did you bring her?"
Lu Minlin spoke, looking at Qi Wan'er with jealousy.
Li Zilu ignored her, silently watching Qi Wan'er, her eyes filled with a poignant sorrow.
"Shu Chen, say something!"
Lu Minlin shouted like a madwoman.
Shu Chen lit a cigarette and sat coldly to the side, his face expressionless.
Qi Wan'er reached out and gently tugged at Li Weijun's arm, which was clutching his head. He slowly looked up, his eyes filled with sadness as he looked at her.
She didn't speak, but leaned forward and gently kissed Li Weijun's dry lips. Then she looked at him and said, "I missed you."
When she said those words, Qi Wan'er was startled herself. The words came out unconsciously, but the instant they left her lips, she realized how much she missed him, how much she missed him, to the point of heartbreak.
Li Weijun looked at her face like a naive child, his eyes somewhat vacant.
Qi Wan'er straightened up, pulled Li Weijun to his feet, and ignoring the strange looks from those present, left the private room with him, leaving the heat.
She took him to a hotel, booked a room, and he had no objections, letting her lead the way.
Li Weijun seemed still drowsy, his body somewhat unsteady. Qi Wan'er removed his clothes, which reeked of alcohol, filled the bathtub, and bathed with him. She dried him off, and then the two lay naked on the large bed in the hotel room, her arms around him.
There was no verbal exchange, no intimate gestures. Li Weijun, like a child, nestled in her arms, gently soothed by her, and fell into a deep sleep under her soft kisses.
Until dawn, Qi Wan'er was awakened by gentle kisses.
Opening her blurry eyes, she saw Li Weijun's handsome face.
"Weijun..."
Her mind was still half-asleep.
"Wan'er... I want you..."
Li Weijun's voice was a little hoarse, probably from drinking the night before.
He kissed her, his kisses shifting from gentle to domineering, not missing an inch of her skin.
Her desire was instantly aroused; she wrapped her arms around his sexy shoulders, her body slightly tense.
His hand slid over her full breasts, his tongue, brimming with desire, relentlessly stimulating her nipples, which hardened with excitement. His other hand freely caressed the smooth skin of her thighs.
At this moment, Qi Wan'er gradually regained her senses, murmuring, "Your brother... President Li... he told me."
She breathed heavily, struggling to speak.
"Hmm..."
Li Weijun hummed softly, his other hand sliding down to her beautiful private parts.
"Ah..."
Qi Wan'er's body arched with excitement, but she continued, "You really... don't plan to... go back?"
Li Weijun didn't answer, lowering his head to kiss the soft, white skin of her abdomen.
He tickled her, and she unconsciously giggled, "No... it tickles..."
Li Weijun suddenly stopped, leaning forward, one hand cupping the back of her head, looking at her with doting affection: "Call me Weijun."
Qi Wan'er's eyes widened, looking at him reluctantly. She wanted to remember this face, to remember this man.
"Go back..."
Qi Wan'er sighed softly.
Li Weijun didn't speak, but lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply.
His kiss was gentle, so gentle it made her heart ache. The lingering kiss, the moist tongue, seemed to be telling her something. He kissed her very deeply, and she closed her eyes, feeling a warm, moist sensation at the corners of her eyes.
After a long while, he reluctantly pulled away from her lips, gazing at her. "Call me Weijun."
His voice seemed to come from the depths of his heart, welling up in his throat: "Weijun..."
The moment she called his name, he smiled, a smile of such doting affection, and her heart ached.
"Let's go back..."
Qi Wan'er silently watched him.
He lowered his head, kissing her hair, her earlobe, her neck...
With his other hand, he held her lower body tightly and slowly entered her, moving rhythmically…
She closed her eyes, her body responding to him.
At this moment, she felt both happy and sad.
What is love? She couldn't help but wonder.

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