The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Yunhan's fingers jumped quickly on the keyboard, like a dancer performing a passionate melody on the stage, but his expression was completely opposite to the fast rhythm.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes moved and focused as the characters continued to increase on the screen, as if every word carried a heavy weight.

At first, there was a trace of shock on his face, a kind of astonishment at the unknown information. But then, fear surged like a tide and quickly occupied his heart.

His eyes began to blur, and the muscles on his face trembled slightly under the drive of fear. Even his once strong finger joints began to become uncontrollable, and he tapped the keyboard lightly, making chaotic sounds.

At this moment, a glaring warning sign appeared on the screen like a ghost, followed by a shrill alarm that broke the silence of the room.

The alarm sounded sharp and rapid, like the ringing of a death knell, causing Yun Han to instantly lose the ability to think.

His heart was beating so wildly that it seemed like it was going to jump out of his chest. Every cell was trembling and every nerve was tense.

Under the devastation of the alarm, Yun Han seemed to be controlled by an invisible force. He slammed the computer screen shut. His movements were so fast and powerful that it seemed as if he wanted to seal all his fear and anxiety in the darkness.

However, this was not enough. He stood up and threw the computer to the ground. With a loud bang, the computer broke into pieces and fragments flew everywhere.

Even after all this, he was still not satisfied, and he raised his leg and stomped on the computer a few more times. The computer, which had been in good condition, became completely shattered under his anger and despair. The screen was shattered, the shell was deformed, and the internal parts were exposed, making it a mess.

Yunhan's face was full of ferocity, and his eyes were filled with helplessness and anger, as if he wanted to vent all his pain and unwillingness on this innocent computer.

At this moment, Yun Han seemed to be pushed into an endless abyss, surrounded by cold walls and endless darkness above his head...

On the other side, Su Xingya's heart was immediately filled with an inexplicable anxiety.

Without having time to think, she hurriedly ran out of the room, walked through the familiar corridor, and headed straight for the place where she had stopped.

However, when she stood at that position again and searched anxiously, she found that the orchid pot, which she thought should be staying there quietly, was nowhere to be found.

Su Xingya's heart sank suddenly. She stood there in a daze, trying to retrieve those not-so-real fragments from her memory.

She clearly remembered how she had carefully moved the orchid, its emerald green leaves and its elegant, fresh fragrance.

But at this moment, everything in front of her was blank, as if everything was just a dream of hers.

Originally in this family, Su Xingya was like an unknown shadow, always hiding quietly in the corner, not noticed by anyone.

But at this moment, she grabbed a passing servant for the first time and asked anxiously about the whereabouts of the orchid.

The servant was startled by her sudden action, then shook his head and gave an answer that made Su Xingya feel like she was falling into an ice cave: "There has never been an orchid in the house."

These words kept circling in Su Xingya's ears. She seemed to be hit by an invisible force and stood still.

She murmured this sentence unconsciously several times, then staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Am I trapped by the Mandela Effect?

An absurd and terrifying thought came to Su Xingya's mind. Could it be that the Mandela effect, the strange phenomenon that makes people have real memories of fictional things, really happened to her?

She tried hard to recall the memories of orchids. Every detail was so clear and so real, but she couldn't find the slightest trace of them in reality...

When Wang Zhenhai came back, Su Xingya was still standing there with empty eyes and muttering something in a muffled voice, as if she was completely immersed in her own world.

He only took a glance and used his eyes to ask the servant beside him what had happened.

The servant briefly recounted what had just happened, then ran away in a hurry, seeming to be a little scared of Su Xingya's condition.

Hearing the noise, Su Xingya turned around suddenly, but only saw Wang Zhenhai's back going upstairs. The back was cold and distant, which made her feel an inexplicable chill in her heart.

She stood there for a while, until the servant came to tell her that dinner was ready. She briefly pulled herself out of her own world, said lightly "I don't want to eat", and then went upstairs along the route Wang Zhenhai had just taken.

The servant watched Wang Zhenhai and Su Xingya disappear at the stairs one after another, and shrugged unconsciously. Goose bumps covered his arms, and he muttered to himself about the increasingly weird atmosphere in the house.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Xingya came down from upstairs again and returned along the same route.

But this time, when she walked to the familiar place, she was surprised to find that the familiar orchid was right in front of her, exactly the same as she had seen before.

A surge of joy suddenly surged in her heart, as if her heart had finally settled down, and the tension around her gradually began to relax.

She carefully picked up the orchid and a long-lost smile appeared on her face.

However, she was too happy too soon.

Because ever since she moved the orchid here according to Yunhan's instructions, the development of the plot has exceeded her understanding.

Under normal circumstances, someone should have come to contact her, so how could Lanhua just disappear and reappear?

Su Xingya was silent for a while, feeling uneasy.

As if she had thought of something, she suddenly reached her white jade-like hands into the soil of the flowerpot and began to grope.

Her actions were a bit rough, and the flowers that were originally in full bloom lost their original vitality because of her actions.

The dirt was scattered all over the ground, and the delicate petals had lost their color. At this moment, Su Xingya had already been stained by the dirt, and the stains on her originally white skirt were conspicuous.

Looking at the mess on the ground and herself covered in dirt, Su Xingya's chest rose and fell frequently, as if being pressed down by a huge rock, making it difficult for her to breathe. The air was stuck in her throat, unable to go up or down, making her feel extremely suffocated and painful.

The bright moonlight shone on her through the window, making her look even colder and lonelier.

She walked through the mess on the ground with an empty look in her eyes, letting the dirt stain the remaining clean hem of her skirt bit by bit.

Her heart was filled with helplessness and despair. She couldn't accept that all her hard work was in vain in the end, and she even began to doubt herself.

She didn't know what she was doing, why she was doing it, or what the meaning of it all was.

Under the influence of this emotion, Su Xingya gradually felt sleepy, her eyelids began to twitch, and her consciousness gradually became blurred.

Finally, she collapsed in the mess and fell into a deep sleep...

When Su Xingya woke up again, what she saw was the familiar ceiling.

She stood up suddenly, looked at her surroundings, and then subconsciously looked at herself.

The skirt was still the same skirt, but it was as smooth as new, without any trace of dirt.

She sat on the bed in a daze, not even moving for a moment!

At this moment, Su Xingya's heart was filled with confusion and fear.

She didn't know what she had experienced and why everything was so strange. She jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room, almost bumping into the servant.

However, when she stopped, she found that the scattered soil had disappeared, and the bent orchid was no longer there.

Is she stuck in a cycle?