Zoey didn’t say anything for a long time, just pursed her lips tightly. Ah Feng said, ”I’ve already heard from the president. Recently, the president’s mood is so bad that he had two attacks in a row. In fact, the president still cares about you, or else for such a long time, it would not be so bad that he has been taking work to paralyze himself …”
Listening to Feng’s words, Zoey smiled faintly, but those sourness still couldn’t stop coming out from the tip of her nose.
“You could be mistaken.” Zoey struggled to find her voice. The mushy words Jerry Xiao had said that night were still clearly reflected in her ears until now.
Ah Feng sighed before saying, ”Actually, the reason why the headquarters would put so much pressure on Mr. Xiao this time is also related to that project of Baker family. At that time, except for the president, no one agreed to inject funds into Baker family, for the sake of Baker family’s funds, the company held several meetings up and down, almost isolating the president alone. But the president in the end resisted the pressure, despite anyone’s opposition, helped the Baker family that time. This kind of thing, on the contrary, some people made a fuss to the headquarters there, and only then did the headquarters find the excuse of this accident to demoralize the morale and destroy the president’s prestige.”
Zoey was shocked. She was not unaware of the difficulty of injecting capital into the project, after all, it is impossible for one person to have the final say in any project in the enterprise, but she did not want to find out that there was such a layer of pressure. Is it true that without the Baker family incident, he would not have been forced into this situation?
“Mr. Xiao’s treatment of Secretary Baker is actually obvious to everyone. Take this capital injection for example, if Secretary Baker hadn’t stepped in, how would Mr. Xiao have been willing to take on such pressure?”
“Assistant Fung, what are you trying to say?” Zoey gripped the phone.
Ah Feng paused for a moment before speaking, his tone slightly heavy, ”The reason why the president suddenly asked to break up with Secretary Baker, hasn’t Secretary Baker thought about the reason? It was because he no longer had any hope or even despair for his body. He didn’t want Secretary Baker to see his most wretched side, so he had to endure the pain and push you far away. You know best how proud the president is, how can a man of his nature tolerate a side of himself as bad as that being exposed to the woman he loves?”
Zoey was shocked.
Breath hitched, and it took a long time to find his voice.
“Actually, you wouldn’t necessarily believe me if I told you, Secretary Baker. However, all of these were told to me by the president himself when he was drunk.” Ah Feng laughed a little, “If he wasn’t drunk, where would he be willing to say these words? I’m afraid the president would rather rot in his stomach. Do you still remember the last time I asked you for the documents? I just casually mentioned on the phone that you didn’t look too good, but I didn’t realize that the president really rushed back overnight – the work over there is still waiting for him to wrap up. This is really not his style …”
Zoey listened to Feng rambling over there about the present and the past, only to feel a scene pass before her eyes, so clear and so blurred. There were several times when she felt that she had touched the taste of love, but every time, before she could climb up to the clouds, he would cruelly push herself down violently and fall to pieces.
Now, was it really possible for her to believe one more time, to climb up into the clouds one more time?
After hanging up the phone, Zoey lay on her bed, always tossing and turning, thinking about what Feng had said. She really didn’t want to be stupid enough to believe it again, but when she got dressed and walked out of the house with her bag, she snapped out of it.
She … couldn’t really leave him behind …
Whether or not what Feng said was true, whether or not he had loved himself, now, she only hoped that he would be well …
…
Zoey looks down from the top when she arrives at the company’s downstairs. The top floor is still lit up. The program and PR departments, too, were all lit up.
At this hour, there were still a lot of media gathered at the entrance, everyone was fighting hard and constantly looking inside. They were like eagles waiting for an opportunity to move, as if as soon as Jerry Xiao came out, they were going to pounce on him.
When Zoey appeared at the door, reporters recognized her and surrounded her at once.
“Ms. Baker, are you here to see Mr. Xiao? May I ask if Mr. Xiao has disclosed to you the state of affairs this time.”
“Coming to Mr. Xiao so late, are you guys a couple now?”
“If NY pulls out of the Chinese market this time, will Mr. Zhan still go back to the UK and start over?”
Zoey is pushed and shoved by the crowd, the heavy camera almost in her face. She desperately swings away from the crowd, but never breaks free.
…
When Feng pushed the door in, Jerry Xiao was holding down his brow, and there, it started to hurt again.
Hearing the commotion, he raised his head to look at Feng, who didn’t say anything, but just casually turned on the monitor in the office, which was connected to the downstairs screen of the company.
“Ms. Baker has arrived.” Along with Ah Feng’s words, Jerry Xiao saw at a glance the figure surrounded in the center by the wolf-like group of reporters. Compared to the toughness of those people, she looked a bit thinner and weaker. The microphone was passed over and almost thrown in her face.
“Grab the PR people and come down with me.” Jerry Xiao stood up, fished out the jacket next to him, got up and headed downstairs.
look, looking a little somber.
Ah Feng closed the display before connecting to the PR department and looking for a few people in charge before following Jerry Xiao down the stairs.
…
Zoey was feeling like she could barely breathe when she just felt the people around her disperse all at once.
“It’s out, it’s out! Mr. Zhan is out!”
“Quick, the camera hit this side!”
A group of people immediately surged over in another direction. On this side, Zoey was left alone. She stood there, through the layers of the crowd, not too close to the distance, looking at that figure slowly out of the company’s door, feet, landing on the steps, step by step down.
Behind him, is the public relations team. Reporters pressed, the public relations department answered one by one, but from the beginning to the end, Jerry Xiao never opened his mouth.
Across the crowd, his eyes stayed on Zoey. Taking in her entire being, as if he wanted to see right through her.
Until …
It was only when the heat on her wrist and the limelight went wild again that Zoey snapped out of it. Her wrist, held firmly in the palm of that large, burning palm.
Before she could shake her head, she was already being dragged towards the company by a strong force. Step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step, step by step. Reporters’ cameras and microphones swept over like crazy, were Jerry Xiao waved away, his arm wrapped around her slender waist, her whole person firmly protected under the arm, the nervous look, as if afraid that the reporters will hurt her.
Zoey’s heart couldn’t help but ripple with circles of complex flavors. For so many days, he hadn’t said a word in front of the reporters and avoided all of them, but now he appeared in front of everyone in such a big way, and if it wasn’t because of her, she couldn’t think of any other reason.
Tilting her eyes up, she fixated on his handsome face. Under the dim light, that three-dimensional profile seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and between his brows was a fatigue that he couldn’t hide. Is it because of the torture of illness, or because of the pressure of work?
In her heart, a strong pain was born. Her hand, unconsciously, went around and gently held his hand.
Finally …
Breaking through the crowd, they stood together in the lobby of the company. The lights brightened up, but illuminated his tense face more clearly.
“There’s a side door over there, you go out that way.” The hall was no longer staffed and empty, so much so, his voice sounded even colder at this time, like ice cream. He only glanced at her very, very faintly, with an expressionless reminder, “Don’t show up here to cause me any more trouble in the future!”
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the elevator entrance, his eyes didn’t stay on Zoeyfor a moment longer. Looking at the back of that desperate, Zoey lost her eyes. However, she did not follow his words and leave like this, but followed him a few steps to catch up.
He’d stepped into the dedicated elevator, the doors closing slowly, and Zoey slipped her hand inside, holding the door mandatorily open. His brow furrowed for a moment as he looked at her.
Pretending not to see the frosty look on his face, Zoey turned to go inside before pressing the metal button that closed the door.
“What the hell do you want?” Through the polished mirrors of the elevator wall, he looked at her small face, his brow furrowed, “I think we made our words clear last time. Stop pestering me, and in the future, I don’t want to see you!”
“No, the words aren’t clear. At least, there are a few things I don’t understand.” Zoey turned her face to meet his gaze. A flash of surprise flashed under his eyes, and then, quickly faded, and he didn’t say anything, just pursed his lips and looked at her silently.
He, it seemed, didn’t understand what she meant.
“Why are you suddenly telling me it’s over?” Her eyes, insistent, determined, fixed on his deep pupils. It was as if she wanted to look into his heart and wouldn’t stop until she got an answer.
He glanced away faintly, pursing his lips before he got the words out, “I thought I made myself clear enough that night!”
“Tired of it?” She pressed on without stopping. Taking a step closer to him, “If that’s true, why are you afraid to look me in the eye?”
He froze for a moment, suddenly raised his eyes. Under her eyes, a storm gradually gathered, she was horrified, but he forced her over to him, and her figure retreated against the elevator wall, “Why don’t you dare to look into your eyes, do you think I’m lying to you? Zoey Baker, when did you become so thick-skinned, knowing how much I loathe and hate you, and still pestering me like this! Are you like that with any of your men?”
Zoey’s lips pursed as she looked slyly into his bottomless eyes, “The time you went to England, why did you come back early? Don’t lie to me that things were done, not at all!”
The bottom of his eyes flickered, as if he hadn’t expected to be cut off from her retreat. His large palm, propped on her side, subconsciously gripped tightly. Silence for a long time, can not find a suitable answer, can …
For Zoey, there was no need for answers. His silence, his lack of rebuttal said it all.
“You came back early because I was sick?!” It was a question, but it was also so certain. Suddenly, it believed Afon’s words. This man, perhaps not as desperate and cold as he thought …
His eyes gradually surged with a layer of mist, and the corners of his lips pursed before he spoke word for word: “Zoey Baker, self-indulgence, there should be a limit …”
More words, suddenly, by a pair of soft, wet red lips, domineering blocked. He lowered his eyes, and saw that righteous little face, her eyelashes gently trembled, but her lips were heavily branded on his lips.