The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

Jiang Huainian looked at the closed door, feeling a surge of pain and regret.

He walked slowly to the door, stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to knock, but stopped at the last moment.

Tears streamed down his haggard face.

He hated Leung Suk-yee, Kong Pak-heuk, and himself even more...

Anran is married with children and has her own happiness.

This cruel reality was like a sharp knife, piercing his heart and making him feel miserable.

He seemed to be able to see her happy smile and hear her gentle voice, but these had nothing to do with him anymore.

he looks like...

I no longer have the right to disturb her life, and I no longer have the right to ask for her forgiveness.

He turned around slowly, his steps staggering. Every step felt like he was stepping on sharp pieces of glass, and the pain almost suffocated him.

When the driver saw Jiang Huaian coming out, he quickly opened the car door.

There was no light in Jiang Huainian's eyes at all, as if he had been completely swallowed up by the darkness.

He walked past the driver like a zombie, and nothing in the world could attract his attention.

The driver didn't dare to ask more questions and quickly got in the car and followed him.

Jiang Huainian's back looked even more lonely and desolate under the dim light.

The back figure was like a body without a soul, empty and desolate.

Jiang Huainian continued walking, his world now filled with only endless darkness and pain.

He walked mechanically, not knowing how long he had been walking or where he was going.

Finally, he stopped.

He stood by a bridge, looking at the river flowing slowly under the bridge.

At that moment, he seemed to see his own reflection, the broken and soulless self.

***

An Ran returned to the house, picked up An Qian and sat on the rattan chair on the balcony.

An Qian snuggled quietly in her mother's arms, her bright eyes looking at everything around her curiously.

An Yunxin walked to her side, sat down gently, and looked at An Ran with a bit of worry.

"Just now...is Huai Nian coming?" An Yunxin asked softly.

An Ran nodded softly.

"He regained his memory?"

An Ran chuckled, with a hint of mockery and sadness in her eyes, "He didn't lose his memory at all."

She originally thought that Jiang Huainian's amnesia was the root cause of the tragedy, but she didn't expect that this was a lie he carefully planned. She tried hard to digest this shocking fact.

Soon, An Yunxin's thoughts returned to the moment Jiang Huainian was shot.

Looking back now, was all of that a prelude to today's situation?

She asked tentatively: "He...is doing this to protect you?"

An Ran was silent for a moment and closed her eyes.

His motivation was to protect her. This thought echoed in her mind, but with a hint of unspeakable bitterness.

Car accidents, elevator accidents...

Those thrilling moments linger in Anran's memory.

She didn't understand why Jiang Huainian chose this way to protect her, why he didn't consider it from her perspective, tell her the truth, and face it together.

Hate his self-righteousness...

An Ran coaxed her daughter to sleep, gently stroking the child's tender face, with a deep sense of guilt in her eyes.

Hiding in the bed, she curled up her body tightly.

Tears wet the pillow, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly burst out at this moment, venting all the grievances and pains.

After crying for a while, she gradually calmed down.

Picking up the phone, she dialed Feng Jiajia's number.

Feng Jiajia was brushing her teeth, her mouth full of toothpaste foam, and she was looking at the caller ID on her mobile phone screen.

It was late at night in France. He called her so late. Did something happen? She immediately locked the bathroom door.

"Ranran, what's wrong with you? Did something happen?"

An Ran was silent for a few seconds before speaking, "Jiang Huai Nian... came to France."

Feng Jiajia was stunned for a moment and forgot to spit out the toothpaste foam in her mouth.

She hurriedly put the toothbrush aside, picked up the phone and asked, "What is he doing in France? Has his memory recovered? Why didn't Depth of Field tell me!"

An Ran smiled bitterly, "He never lost his memory from the beginning to the end."

Feng Jiajia was immediately furious and almost jumped up in anger, "Damn it! Is there something wrong with him? How dare he lie like that!"

An Ran said: "In order to protect me, he chose such an extreme method, but he didn't think that this would only make me more miserable."

Feng Jiajia asked: "What are you going to do now?"

An Ran shook her head. "I don't know. I'm confused now and don't know how to face him."

"I'll go to France with you!"

"I'm fine. I just wanted to talk to you and vent my frustration." An Ran then laughed, "I got revenge on him. When he saw Qian Qian, I told him that the baby was three months old."

Feng Jiajia paused, then laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Well done, he must be regretting it to death!"

An Ran sighed slightly, "I was so angry at the time that I was a little worried about him. I felt like he was completely broken."

Feng Jiajia rolled her eyes and snorted, "Humph, he asked for it."

An Ran hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Can you... ask President Wei to contact him?"

Feng Jiajia sighed and said, "Alas, you still love him and are soft-hearted."

After hanging up the phone, Feng Jiajia walked to the bed and kicked the sleeping Wei Jingshen hard.

Wei Jingshen was awakened from his dream by the pain. He opened his eyes in agony, held his waist and wailed, "Ouch, my waist! Wife, what's wrong with you? Kick my waist, do you still want your happy life?"

Feng Jiajia put one foot on the bed and stared at him coldly, her eyes full of threats.

Wei Jingshen immediately realized that something was wrong, and quickly forced a smile, saying in a flattering manner: "Hey, it's okay, I can just rub it myself. Your happy life will definitely not be affected, I promise!"

Feng Jiajia glared at him and said, "You know about Jiang Huai's amnesia during the New Year's holiday, right?"

Wei Jingshen smiled awkwardly twice, not daring to look Feng Jiajia in the eye.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jiajia became more certain of her guess. She said coldly, "You are indeed an accomplice! Tell me, what is going on?"

Wei Jingshen knew he couldn't deny it, so he had to confess. "Actually... I was forced into it. Jiang Huainian said it was for An Ran's safety, and asked me to help hide the truth. I... I was confused for a moment, so I agreed."

Feng Jiajia sneered after hearing this, "A moment of confusion?"

Wei Jingshen knew he was in the wrong and dared not say more.

Feng Jiajia said, "You sleep in the guest bedroom for a month."

Wei Jingshen suddenly looked bitter: "I was really forced to do this. Can I not sleep in the guest bedroom?"

Feng Jiajia smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Wei Jingshen sighed helplessly. Fortunately, this punishment was lighter than he had originally expected.

"You can contact Jiang Huaian." Feng Jiajia said.

Wei Jingshen quickly nodded and agreed: "Okay, I'll contact him right away!" After that, he turned around to find his cell phone.