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Inside the spacious conference room of Haicheng Private Equity, a group of well-dressed business elites sat on either side of the conference table.

Everyone stared at Yan Qi, who sat at the head of the table in the center, with serious and respectful expressions.

Yan Qi is twenty-six years old this year. According to seniority, he is one of the younger and less experienced members of the Yan family.

The Yan family's businesses span the globe. With the tacit approval of the patriarch, Yan Qi began to get involved in the Yan family's financial investment business at the age of eighteen.

With his ruthless and decisive style of doing things, Yan Qi is now the de facto head of all financial investment businesses in the Yan family.

Haicheng Private Equity is just one of Yanqi's many investment companies, but it holds an investment share in many of the top-ranked companies in Haicheng.

Today's meeting at Haicheng Private Equity is a project investment decision meeting, mainly to decide whether or not to invest in this project.

Everyone present was waiting for Yan Qi to speak.

Just then, Yan Qi's phone vibrated.

Yan Qi opened his phone and, upon seeing Liang Yu's message, his icy expression sharpened even further.

It's only noon, why are you already going home?

Has something happened?

Yan Qi glanced at his subordinates, who were frozen in fear, and spoke in a cold voice:

"That's all for today, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow. I have something urgent to attend to right now."

Yan Qi got up and left the conference room, leaving a group of executives who were marveling at each other's words and exchanging information.

"The port city still has more large orders; compared to that, ours is simply not enough."

"Is Mr. Yan's haste to leave related to the global order in Hong Kong?"

"Don't think about anything else, just try to put together a flagship order this year."

After Yan Qi left the conference room, he whispered instructions to Kang Liang, who was following behind him:

"I'm going to the parking garage of the Fang Group building now. Have someone go and find out what happened there immediately."

Kang Liang naturally knew that the "she" Yan Qi was referring to was Liang Yu.

Kang Liang had been by Yan Qi's side for almost ten years and knew that the only woman Yan Qi cared about was Liang Yu.

Yan Qi not only wanted to know everything about Liang Yu, but he would also come to Haicheng every year for a few days to follow Liang Yu from afar.

They tracked us almost 24 hours a day.

Kang Liang always found it strange.

In fact, given Yan Qi's status, any type of beautiful girl would come running to him with just a wave of his hand.

For ten years, Yan Qi remained fixated on Liang Yu, yet he never appeared before Liang Yu.

Even in the days leading up to Liang Yu's wedding, Yan Qi refused to make a single public appearance.

Kang Liang thought that Yan Qi would continue to watch over Liang Yu silently from afar.

Unexpectedly, when Yan Qi followed Liang Yu to a bar in Haicheng this year, he surprisingly took the initiative to appear in front of Liang Yu, who was drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

Kang Liang was shocked, but also happy for Yan Qi.

He hoped that Yan Qi could get his wish and bring Liang Yu back to Hong Kong as soon as possible.

Kang Liang responded with a "yes" from behind Yan Qi and immediately ordered his men to investigate the Fang Group.

Before Yan Qi arrived at the basement of the Fang family building, Kang Liang reported to Yan Qi everything that Liang Yu had experienced in the office.

Kang Liang asked:

"Young Master Qi, shouldn't we teach those people a lesson?"

Yan Qi's eyes, hidden beneath his long eyelashes, were cold and sharp as knives. After a moment of silence, he finally and slowly rejected Kang Liang's suggestion:

"Think of a way to get someone to report this to Fang Ze."

Kang Liang immediately agreed and began assigning tasks to his subordinates.

After Liang Yu sent the message to Yan Qifa, he sat alone in the stairwell, clutching his bag, trying to calm his trembling hands.

She didn't want her hands to still be trembling when Yan Qi came to pick her up, making him suspect she had Parkinson's disease.

It's lunchtime now, and many people are going downstairs to eat. Often, because they don't want to wait for the elevator, some people go up or down a few floors from the stairwell to a less crowded floor before waiting for the elevator.

The sound of doors opening and closing could be heard from time to time in the hallway.

Each time it rings, Liang Yu's sensitive nerves are stimulated.

Afraid of being discovered by her colleagues in the administration department, she hid in the stairwell.

She didn't know what to do.

She didn't have the courage to walk out of the stairwell, let alone face strangers.

With each knock on the stairwell door, her fear and helplessness grew stronger.

She began to question herself.

Why did you have to be so brave and agree to work here with Fang Ze?

If only she had stayed hidden in the old house.

She can hide and won't be discovered; she is a person with disabilities in both hands.

Suddenly a creaking sound rang out, startling Liang Yu so much that he trembled all over.

Footsteps came from the stairwell.

The footsteps were light and hurried, coming directly from behind Liang Yu.

Liang Yu instinctively hid his hands under his bag and curled up tightly against the wall.

She buried her head in her arms so that people coming down the stairs couldn't see her face.

The footsteps grew closer and closer behind him, each step striking Liang Yu's heart.

She became increasingly nervous, and her hands trembled more and more noticeably.

She silently prayed that the people coming down the stairs would quickly pass by her.

It's best not to look at her at all.

The footsteps, which started quickly, gradually slowed down and eventually became very soft, as if they were stepping on cotton.

Liang Yu knew that the person coming down the stairs behind her was definitely scrutinizing her.

That person must be wondering why she was sitting on the stairs.

Liang Yu closed his eyes, lowered his head even further, and curled his body up even tighter.

She wanted to use this body language to tell the person behind her something.

Hurry up and leave, don't go near her.

The footsteps were soft and slow as they descended.

Finally, the person stopped beside Liang Yu, some distance away, and sat down on the stairs with Liang Yu.

Liang Yu's heart was pounding.

The person next to him lowered his voice and slowly spoke:

"I've been looking for you for ages, turns out you were playing hide-and-seek here..."

The indifferent and aloof voice made Liang Yu's breath catch in his throat.

She suddenly looked up at the person next to her.

It really was Yan Qi.

Yan Qi glanced coldly at Liang Yu and continued what he had just said:

"Isn't that right?"

Liang Yu never expected that Yan Qi would find this place.

But the fact that the visitor was Yan Qi relieved her tension and panic for a moment.

In Liang Yu's eyes, Yan Qi was many times kinder than his colleagues in the administration department.

She looked away and glanced at the bag in her arms.

As her emotions calmed down, her hands, which had been hidden under her bag, gradually returned to normal.

But she doesn't want to take her hands out from under her bag right now.

Liang Yu stubbornly whispered:

"I didn't know you would come so quickly. I was just tired and wanted to sit here and rest for a while."

Yan Qi hummed in agreement and said:

"I'm a bit tired from rushing here, and I'd like to rest here for a while."

Liang Yu immediately realized that Yan Qi was saying that to protect her self-esteem.

When people are vulnerable, they are easily touched by the kindness of strangers.

Liang Yu's outer shell softened, and she asked Yan Qi:

"Why don't you ask me why I'm sitting in the hallway?"

Yan Qi's cold and sharp features softened, and he asked in a low voice:

"Were you bullied?"

Liang Yu lowered his head in silence, without replying.

Yan Qi's brow furrowed slightly, and the veins on his forehead throbbed faintly beneath his skin.

He asked in a low voice:

"Do you want me to teach them a lesson?"

Liang Yu slowly leaned her head against the wall, sighed softly, and whispered:

"Thank you, but you don't need to lecture them. Actually, it's my own fault for being useless and showing up at work like I shouldn't have..."

Yan Qi's gaze swept over Liang Yu's wrist, which was being held down by the bag, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Shouldn't you show off? Then what do you think constitutes not showing off?"

Liang Yu fell silent once again.

She didn't know how to answer that question.

What would it take for her to not be reckless?

If she can't even handle simple things like eating and drinking, what else can she do easily without showing off?

She thought for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer.

Perhaps it was the narrow and quiet stairwell that gave Liang Yu a little sense of security.

Perhaps it was Yan Qigang's kindness that pried open a crack in her exterior.

Or perhaps it was the series of blows in the past few days that left Liang Yu disheartened and exhausted, both physically and mentally.

Liang Yu finally lowered his heavy defenses, looking dejected and melancholy, and said:

"I probably can't do anything... You don't know, I'm actually a useless piece of trash..."

Yan Qi's sharp gaze fell on Liang Yu's wrist, which was being held down by the bag, and he interrupted Liang Yu without any hesitation:

"Just because of your hands?"

Liang Yu was taken aback, then looked at Yan Qi in disbelief.

Clearly, she never expected Yan Qi to pinpoint her problem so accurately.

Yan Qi glanced sideways at Liang Yu and explained:

"You've been deliberately hiding your hands, which makes it hard not to think about what's going on."

Liang Yu straightened up and unconsciously pulled his hands under his bag.

Before Liang Yu could speak, Yan Qi continued:

"I see calluses on your hands. Your hands must have undergone many years of strength training, right?"

"Your hands are beautiful. I've never seen a girl who would willingly develop calluses on her hands."

"If you keep doing strength training and don't see any results, but you keep going, that kind of effort and dedication is rare."

Liang Yu's pupils dilated instantly, her expression froze, and her eyes stared blankly at Yan Qi.

Hearing Yan Qi utter his last words:

"You are the most perfect girl I have ever met. You are not a useless person. You can do anything you want to do, as long as you are willing."

Liang Yu felt as if he had suddenly entered another space.

Yan Qi's words transformed into a three-dimensional scene, showing her a picture that overturned her understanding.

This was the first time in six years that she had heard someone say such a thing to her.

This was completely different from what she was used to hearing.

In the past, she almost always heard negative things about herself.

They said her rehabilitation training was completely useless.

They said she couldn't take care of herself and was a useless piece of trash.

She and Fang Ze had been married for three years, and Fang Ze had no idea that she had calluses on her hands.

But she had only known Yan Qi for a few days.

Yan Qi actually saw all her efforts over the years.

She never gave up her efforts to restore her hands.

No one has ever affirmed her efforts so positively.

Yan Qi actually said that she wasn't a useless person, but a perfect girl.

Liang Yu moved his lips, wanting to respond to Yan Qi, but felt as if a piece of cotton was stuck in his throat, making his throat dry and congested, unable to make any sound.

Yan Qi looked at Liang Yu, who was in a daze, and earnestly guided him:

"You should trust yourself just this once."

After a few seconds of silence, Yan Qi asked casually:

What did you like when you were young?