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"Your breath stinks, did you just crawl out of a cesspool?"

Shen Zhiyi glanced sideways with a cold look, her gaze like a knife chilled to the bone, carrying the oppressive aura of someone long accustomed to a position of power, instantly silencing the noisy group.

"No wonder the film was edited like crap. His mind is filled with nothing but those stupid things about men and women. He's a complete idiot with no thought."

Her voice was soft, even calm, but every word was piercing.

Instead of wasting time here gossiping and watching, you should go back and read a couple of books on "The Fundamentals of Editing" so that when you leave the company, outsiders won't say you're incompetent, but instead question our company's standards. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

The man understood the dismissal and disdain in her words, and, his neck stiff and face flushed, retorted, "You...you're just a chief editor! Who do you think you are? You have no right to fire people!"

Shen Zhiyi didn't even lift her eyelids, nor did she bother to look at him. She only gave a very faint smile, which was so cold that it was devoid of any warmth and instead appeared even more mocking.

"Weren't you just now swearing that I had a very close relationship with President Lu?"

She slowly raised her hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with an elegant gesture, as if she were posing for a magazine. "Since you're so profound, then tell me, if I wanted to whisper in his ear and act all cute, I could get President Lu to fire someone whose work ability is already terrible and who spews nonsense..."

She paused, raised her eyes, and her clear gaze swept over the faces that had frozen in place. Her voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a hint of nonchalant cruelty:

"Is this difficult?"

Her deliberately alluring yet extremely aloof demeanor was already exceptionally beautiful, but now, with the movement of her eyes, she transformed that aloofness into an extremely captivating and bewitching allure, like a bright moon suddenly tinged with the charm of the mortal world, making it impossible to look away yet impossible to look directly at her.

Even though many people in the generals had prejudices against her, looking at her face now, they couldn't help but wonder if Shen Zhiyi's devastatingly beautiful appearance was actually a good match for the unattainable CEO Lu in their eyes.

The crowd that had just been so confident in speaking up for Su Manman now involuntarily swallowed hard, their faces drained of color, clearly terrified by her whispered words.

Lu Zichuan, who had just received the news and rushed over from the shadows at the corner of the corridor, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He stood in the shadows, his gaze passing through the crowd and landing on Shen Zhiyi.

She wore a simple white shirt and loose jeans, her long, smooth hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, and her profile was breathtakingly beautiful.

Despite her anger in the face of the crowd's condemnation, she remained breathtakingly beautiful. Her aloofness and the fleeting cunning in her eyes pierced his gaze like hooks.

Especially when you hear her delicate voice uttering words like "whining" and "whispering in someone's ear"...

A picture instantly flashed through Lu Zichuan's mind.

This wasn't the cold, confrontational Shen Zhiyi in front of him, but rather her soft voice as she tugged at his sleeve, burying her face in his neck and complaining, "Achuan, that colleague today was so stupid! She can't do anything right, and she's always gossiping behind people's backs... I don't like her, can you fire her?"

Or perhaps, she would lie lazily in his arms, her fingertips tracing casual circles on his chest, her voice soft and sweet: "Ah Chuan, how did they even hire that guy in the editing department? I always have to clean up his messes... Can't we just fire him? Hmm?"

Just imagining that scene made Lu Zichuan feel a tingling, numbing sensation permeating every bone in his body.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he finally understood what "lighting the beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords" and "Daji ruining the country" meant.

Imagine this: when the person you want to protect most is lying on top of you, whining and making demands, even the most self-controlled person would probably have to give in to their bottom line.

Besides, those few troublemakers... were just dragging the editing department down anyway. If we fire them, we can hire ten better people tomorrow, so there's no loss at all.

Assistant Wang, who was walking briskly beside him, suddenly realized that there was no one next to him. He paused for a moment and turned around, only to see that President Lu, who was usually serious, was now leaning against the wall, covering his lips with one hand, his shoulders trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with a smile that was almost overflowing like a spring breeze.

Assistant Wang looked like he'd seen a ghost: Mr. Lu... what's wrong?

"President Lu?"

"President Lu!"

Assistant Wang waved his hand twice in front of Lu Zichuan and raised his voice. Lu Zichuan suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had been unknowingly deceived by those illusions. His ears burned, but he had to maintain his usual image in front of his subordinates. He cleared his throat in a nonchalant manner and said, "Ahem, it's nothing. Let's go."

With that, he lifted his leg and walked forward.

Assistant Wang immediately noticed that his ears had turned red. In a daze, he seemed to understand something, but he didn't dare to laugh too loudly. He just pursed his lips and pinched the flesh on his waist, trying his best to hold back.

Meanwhile, the security team that Shen Zhiyi had called had not yet arrived. She stood in the middle of the crowd with her arms crossed, while Su Manman was still yelling at the top of her lungs. But because of what Shen Zhiyi had just said, no one dared to say another word in her defense.

A flash of resentment crossed her eyes, and her howl grew louder: "I don't care, you have to bring A-Zhe out here today! How can I live without him! He's my life!"

"I love him so much, I'd rather die than live without him!"

She wailed tirelessly, but Shen Zhiyi was exhausted from listening. She couldn't help but reach out and pick at her ears. Since she was just waiting here anyway, she might as well find out what was going on. So she pulled Yang Chun'er to sit on the sofa, crossed her legs, and asked, "Come on, tell me, what exactly happened between you two?"

She clearly saw Su Manman post on her WeChat Moments just a few days ago, bragging about being able to eat durian at home. How come Xu Zhesheng has run away from home after only a few days?

Besides, based on her understanding of Xu Zhesheng, wouldn't he just close the door and ignore everyone?

Did she even run away from home?

"How would I know?" Su Manman glared at Shen Zhiyi resentfully. "We only had a fight a few days ago, and he suddenly packed his bags and was about to leave. I was even thinking of asking you if you said something to him!"

"Our wedding date was set for the 10th of next month, but now we can't even find him! Shen Zhiyi, if you have a problem with him, come at me! Don't try to pull this kind of trick!"

At this point, Su Manman seemed genuinely panicked, and her tears didn't seem fake; she really cried.

He was sobbing uncontrollably.

Shen Zhiyi sighed softly, "Su Manman, crying here won't do any good. I have no sympathy for you at all. You brought this on yourself. You should reflect on your own problems instead of throwing a tantrum here. Why is Xu Zhesheng ignoring you?"

"I think you know better than anyone the relationship between him and me. He's not coming to me. Even if you wanted to find him, you'd be looking for the wrong person."

She was telling the truth.

While wiping away her tears, Su Manman nodded, "I know, I know... but I have no other choice. Why don't you try calling him? He'll definitely answer."