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After that incident, Yang Yuan never caused trouble again. In fact, Mo Ming did not have enough evidence to tarnish Ultimate Electronics Company. The scar-faced man had already fled, and without proof, there was nothing Yang Yuan could do.
However, Mo Ming played the psychological game well, making Yang Yuan paranoid and creating an atmosphere of tension. Even without evidence, Yang Yuan was still intimidated; this was a strategy.
As the day for Murong Liankang's return approached, Mo Ming had been working at Starry Melody Company for some time, and his authority had become well established. Occasionally, during his free time, he would treat everyone to dinner or organize karaoke outings.
Thus, Mo Ming maintained a harmonious relationship with his colleagues. The only headache for him was Zhao the Eunuch, who constantly clung to him with a fawning demeanor, making him feel uncomfortable all day long. He could only lock the office door to find some peace.
The cubicles were quiet; everyone had stopped chatting and was fully focused on their work. They dared not relax for a moment until the layoff list was released. Suddenly, the main door was kicked open.
This commotion caused everyone to stop working and look up. A well-dressed young man entered with a nonchalant smile on his face, accompanied by two muscular bodyguards in suits.
"Who is this guy? Why does he seem so aggressive? What does he want?"
"Don't say too much; can't you tell? He's here to cause trouble. Be careful not to get into trouble yourself; it's better not to discuss it."
"Ugh, what are the security guards doing? How can they just let someone barge in like this..."
The young man scanned the room coldly and soon spotted the person he was looking for. His smile widened as he walked over in the direction of Han Xue.
Han Xue's eyes flashed with disgust as she coldly glared at the young man before standing up to confront him. She pointed at the entrance and said, "Qian Yiming, what are you doing here? Get out now! This is an office, not a place for you to act recklessly!"
If Mo Ming were present, he would certainly remember that this young man was none other than Han Xue's wealthy boyfriend, Qian Yiming, the only son of Qian Biantian from Huayi Group. While the Qian family might not be as imposing as Murong Wei's family, they held some influence in Nanhua City.
Recently, Han Xue discovered that Qian Yiming was juggling multiple relationships and immediately proposed a breakup. However, Qian Yiming stubbornly refused to agree and had been avoiding her for several days before directly showing up at her company.
“Xue Xue, what are you doing?”
Qian Yiming smiled as he held Han Xue's arms, but she managed to break free.
“Qian Yiming, don't touch me. We have nothing to do with each other anymore. We’ve broken up, so please stop disturbing my life.” Han Xue sneered, “Anyway, you have so many girlfriends; you won’t miss one like me.”
“Xue Xue…” Qian Yiming stepped closer, and Han Xue took a step back. Their colleague, Little Mao, felt a surge of righteousness and stood up, wanting to intervene, but was pushed back down by Qian Yiming’s two bodyguards, immediately becoming obedient.
Qian Yiming threatened, “This is none of your business. Anyone who dares to act heroically will end up like this!”
He approached Little Mao and slapped him across the face with a loud “smack.” Little Mao tried to resist but was firmly held down by the bodyguards. Another slap followed, and Little Mao immediately stopped moving.
“Qian Yiming, you bastard! What do you think you’re doing? This is the company, not your home! How can you hit someone like this?” Han Xue exclaimed in shock and anger as she walked over.
“Xue Xue, if you agree to get back together with me, I can abandon those women. Compared to you, they are nothing. I truly love you. Xue Xue, whatever you want— the latest LV bag, a house— I can give it all to you.”
Qian Yiming thought Han Xue would be moved by his words. He was confident that using money to win over women was always effective; he believed that as long as he treated women like a credit card, they would eventually come back to him.
“Oh, it’s money again. Do you think everyone cares about your little bit of cash?” Han Xue shook her head with a cold smile and said, “I’ve never cared for your money. I was with you because you helped pay for my dad’s medical treatment. I wanted to try to love you; it’s just that you disappointed me too much.”
“Don’t care for my money?” Qian Yiming seemed to find it hilarious. “Aren’t you just pretending to be indifferent? I understand; you just want a title so you can live a good life in the future. Don’t worry; I can fulfill that as long as you’re willing to…”
With a sharp slap, Han Xue angrily struck Qian Yiming across the face and said, “Enough! Qian Yiming, get lost! I’m not as filthy as you think. I will return every penny of your money— not a cent less!”
Qian Yiming covered half of his face in disbelief, the burning sensation on his skin confirming that it was all real—he had been slapped by a woman, in front of many people.
As a wealthy heir born with a silver spoon, Qian Yiming had never been hit before. But this time, he had actually been struck, severely damaging his pride and igniting a fire within him, causing his expression to turn somewhat ferocious.
"You dare to hit me!"
"Ah!"
Qian Yiming grinned menacingly and retaliated with a slap to Han Xue's face, delivering it with considerable force. The sound echoed as Han Xue's frail body fell to the ground, her beautiful face immediately marked with a bright red handprint.
Han Xue covered her face in fear, tears shimmering in her eyes. She said nothing but felt utterly heartbroken. It was hard to believe that the polite Qian Yiming who had pursued her was now so terrifying.
"You really don't know how to appreciate kindness. I wasted my efforts being nice to you, sending flowers and gifts, even spending a lot of money to find the best doctor for your father. And what do you do? Reject everything! Do you think you're so noble? To me, you're just someone selling yourself while pretending to be holy."
Qian Yiming's temper flared as he pointed at Han Xue and vented all his grievances. This was truly Qian Yiming's real thoughts; Han Xue finally saw through it all—those sweet words were merely meant to seduce her into bed.
Han Xue let out a cold laugh and slowly stood up, her eyes filled with self-mockery. "I never expected you to be that kind of beast in human clothing. I must have been blind to think I could spend my life with you. How ridiculous."
"That's right; I am that kind of beast. You got it right, you filthy woman. I've reached my limit today; I must have you." Qian Yiming ordered two bodyguards, "You two hurry up and drag her away. I'm going to reclaim everything I lost today."
Upon hearing Qian Yiming's command, one bodyguard grabbed one of Han Xue's arms and began pulling her outside. No matter how much she struggled, it was futile; after all, she was just a weak woman and couldn't match the strength of two large bodyguards.
All the colleagues watched coldly for their own safety, not daring to intervene. Qiu Lan could no longer bear the sight and mustered the courage to speak up just as a sharp shout rang out.
"Stop right there!"
Everyone turned towards the source of the voice and realized it was the Creative Director, Lin Yuan'er. Her small face showed some anger as she quickly walked over.
"This company is quite impressive; I didn't expect to find such a stunning beauty here. Heh, just a bit fiery, but I like that."
Qian Yiming assessed Lin Yuan'er and felt that her charm and beauty were on par with his girlfriends, which made him a bit infatuated.
"Let her go immediately, or I will call the police," Lin Yuan'er said coldly.
Qian Yiming teased, "I can let her go, but only if you agree to be my girlfriend. Honestly, I prefer you."
"People like you don't deserve to speak of love; it makes me feel disgusted," Lin Yuan'er shot him a disdainful glance and said coldly, "This company doesn't welcome people like you. Let her go and get lost."
"Oh, the beauty has quite the attitude! This only makes me like you more. So, how about being my girlfriend?" Qian Yiming said with a smirk.
"You shameless..." Lin Yuan'er was so angry that she raised her hand to slap Qian Yiming, but he caught her wrist.
With a smug grin, Qian Yiming leaned in to sniff the fragrance on Lin Yuan'er. However, a folder flew in from a distance and hit him squarely in the face, causing him to immediately release her.
"Who did this? Who's trying to set me up?"
"I did!"
"Ha ha... Brother Mo, you're here." Lin Yuan'er smiled with joy upon seeing Mo Ming, feeling reassured. With Mo Ming around, she felt safe.
Qian Yiming, noticing the young man not far away, felt a sharp pain in his nose that ignited his anger. He shouted, "You two idiots, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and kill that kid, or you can forget about your jobs!"
Mo Ming looked disdainful as he slowly walked over with a cold smile. The two bodyguards immediately released Han Xue and rushed towards Mo Ming, clearly intending to give him a beating; otherwise, they would lose their jobs.
In an instant, Mo Ming dodged the combined attack of the two bodyguards and counterattacked. After delivering solid punches to each of their abdomens, the two bodyguards collapsed onto the ground.
Mo Ming leaped over the two bodyguards and approached the pale-faced Qian Yiming, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, "Whose pants are loose enough to let a bastard like you out? Is this a place for you to show off?"
Lin Yuan'er angrily said, "Brother Mo, why did it take you so long to get here?"
"Ah, my bad. I was playing a game inside and didn't notice," Mo Ming replied with an awkward smile. "It's fine; I made it just in time. Don't worry, I'll take care of this bastard."
"Who the hell are you? I'm Qian Yiming, the son of Huayi Group! If you dare offend me, my dad won't let you go. You won't have a place to stand in Nanhua City!" Qian Yiming said defiantly, though he felt some fear inside, thinking that mentioning Huayi Group would intimidate Mo Ming.
"Dogshit group; I've never heard of it. I don't care who you think you are. If you don't leave something behind today, you won't be leaving here at all," Mo Ming said with a sinister smile. "I'm serious."
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