"No, no, no, that’s not it at all," Liang Qingren said, hastily shaking her head in denial.
The little one in Wu Tian’s arms giggled.
She’s actually a little scared of this adorable child. She has absolutely no idea how to handle this little cutie.
Now that the little one had his drink and Liang Qingren had gathered some groceries, she and Wu Tian were ready to leave the corporation. It was the end of the workday; what was the point of staying?
But just as they reached the first floor, a crowd of people immediately surrounded them. Their target was Liang Qingren, and every one of them wore a fawning smile.
"Miss Liang, congratulations! You’re the president’s secretary now."
"That’s right! Please look after us in the future."
"Miss Qingren, I always knew you were destined for greater things. I wasn’t wrong."
The people who had gathered were all there to congratulate Liang Qingren on her promotion. Some of them held positions higher than hers and were senior executives themselves, but Liang Qingren was now part of the president’s inner circle. A casual word from her to Qin Yuhan could cause them trouble, so they felt compelled to flatter her.
Their behavior made Liang Qingren feel both flattered and uneasy, hammering home the harsh reality of society. Before she was a secretary, these same people spoke to her with a completely different attitude. Back then, they would say things like, "Come out to eat with me. You won’t make it in this corporation without me looking out for you."
"Heh, not going on a date with me? Fine, then your problems are your own."
The stark contrast made Liang Qingren see these people for who they truly were, which in turn made her appreciate Wu Tian even more.
Too bad he already has a child.
"Miss Liang, Mr. Wu, I was wondering if you have some time," a man in his thirties wearing glasses spoke up, his smile radiating friendliness. "I’ve already booked a table to celebrate Miss Liang’s promotion and to welcome Mr. Wu to the corporation. I hope you won’t refuse."
But his manner made Wu Tian frown slightly. As the saying goes, people don’t just show up for no reason. And as another one goes, beware of unsolicited kindness—it’s either a trap or a trick. This middle-aged man definitely has ill intentions.
"Who is he?" Wu Tian asked Liang Qingren in a low voice.
"Him? That’s Mr. Chen Cheng, the vice director of the Marketing Department," Liang Qingren whispered back.
Wu Tian nodded. Seeing him ask, Liang Qingren seemed to understand. She whispered again, "Do you think something’s fishy? We don’t have to go, you know."
However, Wu Tian’s expression was calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking. But the shift in Liang Qingren’s expression didn’t escape Chen Cheng’s notice. He immediately added, "It’s not just me. The folks from Human Resources, Finance, and Publicity are all coming too."
"Yes, we’re going too!"
"That’s right, let’s all go together!"
The others chimed in, completely unaware of what Chen Cheng was planning. They were just echoing him, being used as pawns without a clue.
"Let’s go, Qingren," a girl from the Planning Department added. "I’m going too."
"Juan’er, you’re going too?"
Liang Qingren hesitated. The girl named Juan’er walked up and took her hand. "You can’t work all the time. You need to relax."
Wu Tian, however, had noticed the subtle exchange of glances between Juan’er and Chen Cheng, and a cold smile formed in his heart. I, Wu Tian, have always lived by the creed: if a god stands in my way, I’ll slay the god; if a buddha blocks my path, I’ll slay the buddha. I’d like to see just what kind of game this Chen Cheng thinks he’s playing. Skill breeds confidence, and I fear nothing.


A smile played on Wu Tian’s lips. I bet the money for this car was embezzled. Should I ask my wife to investigate him?
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