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Chapter 1430 The Unruly True Scoundrel: I'm Quitting! What Can You Do About It?
Two newlywed couples, a pair of brothers, and a pair of best friends parted on bad terms.

Pan Yun was indeed affected by her best friend's hurtful words.

But since she's become a top salesperson, she doesn't feel too guilty about messing with her best friend, so naturally she can't just believe whatever her best friend says.

Ultimately, it comes down to whether the statement aligns with one's own interests and demands.

Now her best friend wants to persuade Zhao Xiaoliang to confess, which is fine in itself, and she agrees with her best friend's assertion that all of this was orchestrated by her husband, Zhao Xiaoliang.

But her best friend's ultimate goal was to get the couple to take over the house.

With her job already in jeopardy, she was unwilling to take on such a hot potato, a situation that felt like an insurmountable burden.

This is similar to the situation during an economic downturn when no one buys houses.

Her outlook on the future is not only not optimistic, but rather pessimistic, so how could she possibly be willing to take on a high-leverage mortgage?

Then my best friend's fake suicide attempt will turn into a real one.

So there's no doubt she won't do what her best friend wants.

When foreign Buddhist leaders create political chaos, their opponents, like the "sleeping kings," come to power and accept it all without question.

The two sides fought so fiercely, yet they still managed to go to this extent because of shared interests.

Are she and her newlywed husband Zhao Xiaoliang even worse than Sleeping Buddha?

Of course not!
So she can scold her husband, but she won't go along with her best friend on this kind of thing.

Pan Yun's best friend, Wang Han, naturally noticed this as well. Feeling overwhelmed by the pressure, Wang Han was so anxious that he wanted to scold Pan Yun as well.

She resented Zhao Xiaoliang for publicly implying that she could find her older brother.

But what she hated even more was that in this critical moment, what Zhao Xiaoliang said was completely useless and just a joke to mock her.

That's right!

She was more worried about the latter!
After all, she's not young anymore. Her older brother contacted her once before her wedding and gave her a dowry of 20 yuan, which was practically a sign that he would never see her again.

She had even discussed this with her best friend.

She loved her older brother, her father, but he was a womanizer, always chasing after other women, and he didn't really care about her.

The reason they got back in touch was that she took the initiative to say that she was married. This could almost be said to be her using the special label of a bride-to-be to entice her older brother to remember her, a former lover, and to play a game of identity stimulation.

But that's about it.

Before this, her older brother had not been in contact with her for several years.

why?
It's just that I don't feel anything anymore.

The further you go, the less likely anything will happen.

She didn't see herself as the leading lady in a melodramatic soap opera. In her middle age, with her child already eighteen, what charm could she possibly have that would make her boss take a liking to her?

Isn't that just wishful thinking?
This feeling is similar to the question of whether a man's bestiality or something worse than a beast is more harmful to a woman.

Having been exposed to alcohol, she naturally found the latter even more unbearable.

That night, after the two couples returned home, they made a racket for half the night. It wasn't the kind of messy mess that newlyweds have when they disagree, but rather the kind of mess that involves discussing how things should go, being pessimistic and worried about the future, and cursing Zhao Xiaoliang, the culprit who caused all of this, while Zhao Xiaoliang himself stubbornly denied it.

The next day.

They hadn't slept well, so they had to get up early. The two men were a little better off, as they only tidied up a bit, while their two wives spent a lot of time getting ready.

Or perhaps it's the subconscious feeling that looks good plays a key role.

If He Chen saw them and his eyes lit up, he might gently lower his raised hand, or the direction of the slap might not be towards their face, but towards their buttocks... The same force would be a completely different matter.

Wang Han's husband, Nan Hai, is an honest man and would never have thought of this.

But Zhao Xiaoliang couldn't help but glance at his wife a few more times as she looked in the mirror and dressed herself up, even pulling out a mirror to fix herself in the car before leaving.

The thought that his beloved wife's subconscious and thoughts were all for this relentless adversary, He Chen, filled him with immense heartache. He could almost see the clown emoji with three green tree branches on its head that "Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou Don't Believe in Tears" had sent him again.

Very meow!
It felt like he'd drunk the green mood drink Zeng Xiaoxian had ordered; he couldn't say anything, lest he prematurely trigger his stressed-out wife. When the two arrived at the company, they found that Wang Han and his wife were also there, both looking like they were about to face a major test.

The same goes for everyone else.

Only Liang Yi, the rich second-generation heir who admires him and wants to pursue him, looks relaxed and even has the leisure to come over and flirt with him.

Even when he flirted, it wasn't like before. He started by saying that the new boss who was about to arrive was a super handsome guy, even more handsome than him. He said it was his last chance, and if she agreed to be his girlfriend now, she would agree to be his girlfriend; otherwise, she might fall for someone else.

In the past, he would have been eager to personally send her there to get rid of this troublesome woman.

But now, it only makes him more upset.

He Chen arrived at his loyal ABA company on time. After going through the formalities, he called roll and first summoned the most honest Nan Hai to his office for a talk.

Next was Wang Han, and then Pan Yun.

This one-on-one conversation put immense pressure on Zhao Xiaoliang.

Finally, He Chen asked Pan Yun to call Zhao Xiaoliang over, and the two couples, a total of four people, stood in a row.

"Zhao Xiaoliang, do you know me?" He Chen asked with a smile as he sat in the boss's chair.

"I know him." Zhao Xiaoliang nodded, making a final confirmation: "You're from Beijing, Shanghai, or Guangzhou—you don't believe in tears!"

"You are all urban career elites from Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou. Do you believe in tears?" He Chen didn't answer, but instead smiled and looked around at them, asking a question that made them turn pale.

The honest man from the South China Sea immediately lowered his head.

Wang Han hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Pan Yun remained expressionless.

They stopped believing in tears a long time ago.

Other tears may have magic, allowing them to navigate the bustling yet cruel metropolises of Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou with ease and grace.

But the tears that flow from their eyes cannot smooth over the friction that this cruel society uses to beat them down and grind them to the ground; they only make them scramble and crawl in a hurry.

"Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou don't believe in tears!" Zhao Xiaoliang raised his head: "President He, I was wrong before!"

I'm just doing my job for a paycheck; there's no personal grudge involved.

I didn't even know you before I accepted the job.

So it was my fault for offending you.

If you make a mistake, you must admit it; if you are beaten, you must stand at attention!
I accept the punishment!
But that has nothing to do with them.

"Just because they're my friends doesn't mean President He will try to implicate them, does it?"

"Looks like you're quite the hero who dares to take responsibility!" He Chen mocked. "It's quite a contrast. I always thought you were a truly despicable person who would stop at nothing. I'm not used to you like this. Why don't you revert to your old ways?"

"..." Zhao Xiaoliang, the true villain, paused. Seeing that He Chen was not going to let things go peacefully and was no longer willing to suffer, he decisively raised his chin and resumed his usual arrogance and unruliness.

"No need for that, I'm resigning!"

(End of this chapter)