After breaking off the engagement, Mr. Li knelt down in private to ask for a kiss.

Fu Qingyan's actions attracted Rong Yan's great attention.

Ever since he knew that Fu Qingyan used her blood as a medicine for him, Rong Yan's relationship with her heated up very quickly.

"Yan Yan, didn't I tell you not to use blood on me anymore? Did you not listen to me and cut yourself again?"

Rong Yan walked around from behind the desk and wanted to hold Fu Qingyan's hand.

Fu Qingyan dodged and explained with a smile: "No, you misunderstood."

"Give me your hand, let me see it."

Rong Yan grabbed Fu Qingyan's arm again.

Fu Qingyan wanted to dodge, but Rong Yan did not give her a chance to dodge in time and grabbed her hand.

He gently rolled up her sleeves, revealing fresh wounds, which made Rong Yan horrified.

"You said you didn't lie to me, Yanyan, you don't have to do this." Rong Yan's voice trembled a little.

"Rong Yan, I want you to get better as soon as possible. It's just a little blood, it doesn't hurt me. Compared to the pain I feel when I see you sick, this little pain is nothing." Fu Qingyan put down his sleeves.

"I'll bandage your wound. Blood is seeping out. You have to deal with it to avoid infection."

Rong Yan pulled Fu Qingyan, asked her to sit down, and took out the medicine box to help her treat her wounds.

Fu Qingyan was sitting and Rong Yan was squatting.

He bandaged her wound carefully and gently. Seeing her like this, Rong Yan felt very uncomfortable, feeling self-blame and distressed.

Fu Qingyan lowered her head, closing the distance between her and Rong Yan.

Rong Yan smelled a faint fragrance and subconsciously raised his head up, coming into close contact with Fu Qingyan's face.

His lips almost touched Fu Qingyan's rosy lips, which scared him so much that he stepped back a little, his face red to his ears.

Fu Qingyan smiled: "Rong Yan, are you afraid that I will eat it? I'm not a demon, why are you so afraid of me?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Rong Yan's face, and he smiled sheepishly: "My legs are numb, and I didn't squat properly."

Rong Yan stood up. His legs were indeed numb. He exerted too much force and fell backwards.

Fu Qingyan pulled him in time, and using great strength, brought him into his arms, and they both fell on the sofa.

Rong Yan's mind went blank, and all that was left was softness, something so unreal that it dazzled Rong Yan.

Rong Yan was startled and wanted to get up.

Unexpectedly, Fu Qingyan hooked her arms around his neck, preventing him from leaving.

Fu Qingyan's dark eyes looked at Rong Yan lovingly, tenderly and shyly.

"Rong Yan, you seem to be very afraid of me."

Rong Yan swallowed his saliva. He never expected things to turn out like this. For a moment, he was unable to respond and his brain seemed to have stopped thinking.

"I'm not afraid of you." Rong Yan said dryly.

"Since you are not afraid of me, then why don't you dare look me in the eye? After all, you are still afraid of me." Fu Qingyan smiled coquettishly.

Rong Yan needed to get up: "Let's get up first and talk it over."

Rong Yan's resistance made Fu Qingyan feel frustrated.

"It seems that I have no charm." Fu Qingyan laughed at himself.

"I..." Rong Yan wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, the situation became awkward.

Fu Qingyan: "I'll go out first."

Fu Qingyan left in shame.

Rong Yan watched her leave and did not call her. Instead, he went into the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Rong Yan suddenly felt disgusted with himself.

"Rong Yan, Rong Yan, this is an office, not your bed. How can you resist the temptation of beauty? Are you worthy of President Qiao's painstaking cultivation?"

Rong Yan slapped himself to wake himself up.

After being slapped in the face, Rong Yan washed his face again before he recovered a little.

……

When Nan Qiao knocked on Rong Yan's office door and came in, she noticed that there was something wrong with the right side of Rong Yan's face, as if he had been slapped.

Nan Qiao:?

"Rong Yan, did you use force on Fu Qingyan?"

Force...on?

The amount of information is too much for Nan Qiao to handle. This is too crazy!

Rong Yan panicked and stammered, his face flushed: "Boss Qiao, don't get me wrong, nothing happened."

"Nothing happened. What happened to your face? Did Fu Qingyan hit you?"

"No, she didn't hit me, I hit myself..."

"What!" Nan Qiao was stunned.

Work pressure? Is this self-inflicted?

Nan Qiao suddenly felt that Rong Yan might need to see a psychiatrist.

"Why did you hit yourself?"

Rong Yan was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to explain. He stood up and poured Nan Qiao a glass of water to ease the embarrassment.

"Mr. Qiao, drink water."

"I'm not thirsty, I want to know what happened between you."

Rong Yan wanted to explain, but Nan Qiao was determined to get to the bottom of it and wanted to get the most authentic information from her.

Rong Yan had no choice but to tell the story briefly with a red face.

Rong Yan looked like he had done something wrong and was regretting it deeply.

"Boss Qiao, I know I shouldn't have developed an office romance. I did something wrong. Don't worry, I will never make the same mistake again!"

Nan Qiao: "..."

Both of them are so young and passionate, so it is understandable that they would encounter some problems.

But this is an office, so we do need to be careful.

"You guys should be careful. If other people see us, they might think I don't treat everyone equally and harbor resentment, which is bad for the company's development."

"Mr. Qiao, I understand."

Nan Qiao asked, "You said Fu Qingyan cut his flesh and let his blood out as a medicine to cure your illness?"

Rong Yan nodded.

Nan Qiao: "She is deeply in love with you."

Rong Yan: "Boss Qiao, I hid so many things from her. I feel so sorry for her efforts."

"I understand that it's difficult for you. After the wedding dress show is over, I will transfer you out of the company and let you work at the headquarters."

Rong Yan was so shocked that he couldn't speak: "Boss Qiao, you want me to go to the headquarters to work?"

That’s Huaixi’s headquarters!

There are internationally renowned designers inside!

Rong Yan never thought that he could still go to work at the headquarters.

"Mr. Qiao, can I go to the headquarters? I'd better forget it. I will only embarrass you if I go there." Rong Yan suddenly became unconfident.

"Rong Yan, your ability is beyond doubt. If you don't have the ability, I won't recommend you to work at the headquarters. Don't make this public, just do your job well first. There is still some time before you go to the headquarters, so you should hand over the work at hand during this time."

"Thank you, Mr. Qiao."

Rong Yan was extremely grateful to Nan Qiao, as it was Nan Qiao who gave him chance after chance.

And what about him? Can he live up to Nan Qiao’s painstaking cultivation?

……

Nan Qiao was still in the office when she received a call from Hou Ze.

"Boss, I checked the surveillance cameras near the big and small markets. There is no direct surveillance that can see the scene here, and I can't see anyone doing anything to harm people."

Hou Ze sent the surveillance footage to Nan Qiao and asked her to take a look at it herself.

Nan Qiao checked the surveillance video sent by Hou Ze, but couldn't find any problems.

"Boss, I'm checking the live video posted by classmates on your school forum to see if I can find any key points."

Nan Qiao also opened the school forum to check the surveillance video.

When she clicked on one of the videos, she made a discovery.