The engagement was with the younger brother, but I've fallen for the older brother.

Si Ningyou's eyes darted back and forth between Si Yimian and He Sichen.

When asked to share her notes, she simply handed them to someone.

This naive and innocent girl is quite eager to feed kills to the enemy.

He Sichen appears refined on the surface, but deep down he despises stupidity.

just wait.

If I throw this notebook in her face, that bitch won't even be able to cry properly.

Si Ningyou put down her cup, her smile more difficult to suppress than an AK.

She adjusted her posture, ready to watch the show.

He Sichen stared at the sketch for a long time.

With just a few strokes, the form and spirit are perfectly captured.

There was also a line of smaller characters next to it, with rounded, plump handwriting.

[She looks so cute during the meeting, I want to pet her.]

He looked up at Si Yimian.

She sat there, looking completely innocent.

He Sichen suddenly realized that this little lamb was getting better and better at manipulating him.

She dared to be so reckless because she was certain he wouldn't make trouble in public.

Si Ningyou, with her sharp eyes, noticed He Sichen's subtle expression and immediately spoke up.

"President He, how's Mianmian's Notes?"

"This is her first time attending the conference, please forgive her if she makes any mistakes."

This sounds like a defense, but it's actually stirring up trouble.

Allowing He Sichen to comment in public is tantamount to having an authority figure out her conclusion.

If he says she can't do it, then she's really finished.

He Sichen closed the notebook and placed it beside him.

Just leave it there...

Isn't He Sichen most averse to improper attitude?

Why isn't this going to explode?

Si Ningyou's smile froze for a moment.

"Boss He?"

He Sichen looked at her: "Is there anything else?"

Si Ningyou was stunned: "Mianmian's notes..."

"I saw it."

He Sichen interrupted her, his tone indifferent.

"I remember it very well."

Si Ningyou: "???"

What's so good about it?

What kind of divine content did Si Yimian draw that made He Sichen say the word "very good"?

She wants her license plate checked!

"The meeting continues."

He Sichen opened the document in front of him, indicating the next topic.

The sound of pages turning filled the conference room.

No one dared to ask, no one dared to respond.

Only Si Yimian secretly looked up at him.

He sat there, looking perfectly normal, as if nothing had happened.

……

The meeting ended, and the crowd filed out.

Si Yimian had just returned to her office when her phone vibrated.

He Sichen: [Come to my office.]

She stared at the screen, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The execution time has arrived.

She replied with "Okay," along with a nodding sheep emoji.

He Sichen's office is on the 33rd floor, occupying the entire floor by himself.

Si Yimian knocked on the door and went in. He was sitting behind his desk, twirling a pen.

"Come in and close the door."

He exuded an aura of authority that seemed to be about to reprimand people.

Si Yimian obediently went inside, closed the door, and stood in front of the table.

He Sichen didn't speak, but pointed to the chair opposite the table.

She sat down, placing her hands folded on her knees, sitting upright.

"What does Dr. He want with me?"

"At headquarters, he's called General Manager He."

He corrected him, his tone unwavering.

Si Yimian pursed her lips and obediently changed her address.

"General Manager He."

He Sichen put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.

He took the notebook out of the drawer and threw it on the table.

"Explain."

Si Yimian looked down at it, then looked up again.

"Doesn't it look like the picture?"

He Sichen: "Like."

Si Yimian: "Then what's there to explain?"

He Sichen: "..."

Is this a question of whether the drawing is good or bad?

"Miss Si."

"Are you here for a meeting, or to create something?"

Si Yimian replied without hesitation: "Do them all."

He Sichen chuckled and loosened his tie.

"Is it appropriate for you to do these things in front of me, given your status as He Nanxian's arranged marriage partner?"

Si Yimian nodded, looking like she had learned something.

"Okay, Mr. He is right."

"If this gets out, it won't be good for either of us."

He Sichen: "..."

Just accept it like that?

His prepared remarks were all stuck in his throat.

Then she added more.

"One should be decent in one's conduct and dealings with others. One should not draw Boss He in meetings, but only at home."

They always say "yes, yes, yes," but then they'll get back to doing it.

He Sichen had never wanted to pin someone down on the sofa and gag them so much in his life.

"Your ability to grasp the key points is truly exceptional."

Si Yimian raised her face and smiled at him.

"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. He."

"I'm criticizing you."

"oh."

She lowered her head again: "Then please continue, I'm listening."

Looking at her innocent appearance, He Sichen felt like a villain.

But you have to finish what you've said.

He sat up straight, placed his fingers interlaced on the table, and looked directly at her.

"Regarding the laptop, you're just young and naive."

"You know how much fluff there was in your speech at today's meeting."

"You're lucky. No one dug too deep today. If anyone had asked you even one more question, you would have been exposed on the spot."

"I don't know how you got this position, but since you're sitting here, you have to show you can sit still."

He paused, his tone turning cold.

"Also, don't draw any random things."

"If the situation continues like this, then let Chenxi replace him with someone else."

At this point, anyone else would have already teared up.

Si Yimian listened quietly, her eyes wide open, as if she had been scolded and was stunned.

He Sichen looked at her and suddenly felt a little regretful.

Do you feel like you said something too harsh?

She had only just taken over...

"OK."

Si Yimian suddenly spoke, her voice soft.

Although He Sichen has a sharp tongue, his reasoning is sound.

She admitted that she was indeed bad at the game, and that she had no reason to blame others for their harsh words.

"Mr. He is right, I do have a lot to learn."

She looked up at him.

"Does Mr. He have anything to add?"

"That's all."

Si Yimian nodded, stood up, and pushed the chair back to its original position.

"Then I'll go back and process your guidance first."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the door.

The door opened, then closed.

Only He Sichen remained in the office.

That's it?

Don't cry? Don't make a scene? Don't argue?

He felt like he had punched a pile of cotton.

Will she cry as soon as she goes out?

He thought of her doe eyes, and how they might well up with tears...

He took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Forget it.

Let it be.

It's better than sticking to it.

……

For the next week, He Sichen did not see Si Yimian again.

He shuttled between the hospital headquarters and the hospital, his schedule packed to the brim.

Occasionally, I would hear news about her from Song Yilang, and it was always feedback about her diligent work.

It's fine to just keep things simple like this.

He leaned back in his chair, his knuckles tapping on the table.

Staring at the bowl of peach eggs on the corner of the table, I suddenly remembered something.

Si Yimian had her stitches removed on Monday.

Today is Wednesday, two days have passed.

She didn't come.

He pulled up her medical record, and in the section for suture removal, someone else's name was written.

Dr. Zhang from the general surgery department finished at 3 PM on Monday.

They said they'd come directly last time, but then they turned around and found someone else.

He loosened his tie, feeling stifled in the office.

Pick up your phone and tap on the little sheep avatar.

The dialog box is still stuck last week.

My finger hovered over the screen, and as if possessed, I typed two words.

【Are you there?】

He stared at those two words and thought he might be out of his mind.

My finger had just moved to the undo button when it paused.

Once it's posted, it's posted; it would be even more foolish to retract it.

He put his phone aside and continued reading the documents.

He checked the message three times throughout the afternoon, but received no reply.

Sure enough, the little lamb holds a grudge.

I guess they think he was too harsh last time.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Song Yilang pushed open the door and placed an invitation on the table.

"Mr. He, this is an invitation to Ms. Ruan Qiutang's birthday party this Friday evening."

"It clashes with our internal debriefing meeting. What's your suggestion for handling this?"

He Sichen remained silent for two seconds.

"Move to 2 PM, shorten the agenda, and finish before 6 PM."

Song Yilang was taken aback, then looked down and rearranged the schedule on the tablet.

Mr. He has never liked to get involved in these kinds of commotions.

Although the Si family has a close working relationship, in previous years he would only send someone to go through the motions.

Why don't you go in person this year?

He looked at He Sichen, wanting to ask but not daring to.

He Sichen put the invitation into the drawer and looked up at him.

"Is there anything else?"

Song Yilang wisely shook his head: "That's all."

"Then let's go out."