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

The next morning.

As An Ran stepped into the company, she ran into Emma, ​​who looked concerned.

"An Ran, you're finally here!" Emma came up to An Ran as soon as she saw her, her eyes full of relief after anxiety, "You haven't been here for a few days, we were almost dying of anxiety, fearing that what happened to Jiang Huainian was true and would affect your relationship. Fortunately, the truth is out now, he was wronged."

An Ran chuckled, "I never doubted him."

Emma's eyes flickered, and an awkward smile bloomed on her face. Then she changed the subject and her eyes fell on Anran's slightly curled hands.

"Oh, by the way, isn't Guan Zhi going to walk the red carpet at the Oscars next month? Her custom dress is on time. Is your hand... okay?"

An Ran gently raised her hand, palm facing up, with a clearly visible wound in sight. "I'm lucky. When I was altering the clothes that day, I subconsciously changed the direction to touch the cuff. Otherwise, if I had cut my finger directly, I wouldn't be able to draw."

"The police..."

When Emma heard her mention the police, her smile froze, and a barely perceptible panic flashed across her eyes. "Did they find the person who hid the razor blades?"

An Ran smiled and shook her head, "I didn't find anything."

Hearing this, Emma breathed a sigh of relief and said indignantly: "The police are really useless. They didn't find anything!"

An Ran sighed slightly, "Yeah, I can only be more careful next time. You should also be more careful. The designer's hands are very important."

The two walked towards the studio side by side, each with their own thoughts.

"I have completed the design drawings." An Ran picked up the notebook in her hand, "I also have a clear direction for the selection of fabrics and accessories. The draft drawings are all in my computer, just waiting for the next step of garment production. For this red carpet, we declined the customization requests from other big names and only created a unique battle robe for Guan Zhi. The outside world is looking forward to us, so we can't afford to make mistakes."

Emma smiled unwillingly: "With your design, she will definitely shine on the Oscars red carpet."

An Ran smiled and nodded, then walked into her office.

As soon as she entered the office, she naturally took out her mobile phone, slid her fingertips across the screen, and opened the monitoring app.

On the screen, every corner of her office was clearly visible. The surveillance cameras were installed extremely secretly, and their existence was almost impossible to detect if the shooting angle was not known in advance.

At the same time, at the other end of the office, Emma looked up from time to time, her eyes involuntarily sliding in the direction of An Ran, and then hurriedly looking away, pretending to have a lively conversation with her colleagues to hide her inner turmoil.

Anran placed her phone on the table, her eyes penetrating the glass partition, her eyes unexpectedly meeting Emma's, and then quickly separated.

Emma's dodge was like a thunderstorm on a summer afternoon, short and quick.

An Ran withdrew her gaze with a bitter smile on her lips.

The creation of [An] was the starting point of their common dream, returning to China from France.

There are memories of countless days and nights of fighting side by side, but now, all of this is like an old film, playing slowly in the mind. Every frame carries the laughter and tears of the past, and also reflects the helplessness and regrets of the present.

-

When getting off work, An Ran deliberately left her computer behind.

Sitting in Jiang Huai'an's car, she opened her mobile phone from time to time to check the surveillance, hoping that Emma would turn back in time.

Time passed minute by minute until everyone in the office left.

Emma quietly walked into her office.

"Husband, why do you think people change?" An Ran suddenly asked.

Jiang Huaian glanced at her sideways and said, "When you founded An, you were both unknown little designers. Suddenly one day, you gradually emerged in the industry with your unremitting efforts and outstanding talents. I think this turn of events may be the beginning of the change in her heart."

He paused, "Especially during the time when you were expecting your baby, she went to Fashion Week alone with her designs, wanting to prove herself, but was met with sneers from her peers and a cold response from the market. Jealousy began to sprout at that moment."

"And when you finished your confinement and led An to Fashion Week again and achieved impressive results, the gap completely ignited the jealousy in her heart. She began to question her own value and began to have complicated feelings towards you, even hatred."

Anran listened quietly, twisting the corners of her clothes unconsciously with her fingers, feeling mixed emotions.

Jiang Huaian's eyes flashed with a trace of heartache. He reached out his hand, gently patted An Ran's head, and comforted her softly: "On the road to entrepreneurship, there will always be some people who will drift away for various reasons."

Anran raised her eyes and pursed her lips slightly.

"She has copied Guan Zhi's dress file."

Jiang Huainian took her hand and gently kneaded her palm with his warm fingertips, "My people will follow her secretly."

"She should be going to meet the brand Brown." An Ran continued, with a hint of coldness in her voice, "The female star walking the red carpet was wearing this brand's clothing, and she appeared two people earlier than Guan Zhi. If she was allowed to wear this dress first, Guan Zhi would be in a passive position as soon as she stepped on the stage. Not only would she be ridiculed by the crowd, but [An] would also be innocently involved in the plagiarism storm and her image would plummet."

A hint of coldness flashed across Jiang Huainian's eyes.

"She wants to kill two birds with one stone, hitting Guan Zhi and dragging [An] into the water." He sneered and then held An Ran's hand tightly, "But her calculations are wrong. My wife is not a stupid girl who can be manipulated by others."

"With those little tricks of hers," he said with a scornful smile, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, "she still wants to show off in front of you? She is simply overestimating herself."

An Ran looked up at Jiang Huainian, her voice so sweet that it could make you sick with honey: "I still have to rely on my husband, otherwise, how could I have such high-tech camera equipment and anti-virus software to deal with such a villain?"

Jiang Huaian's heart instantly softened and he parked the car on the side of the road.

"Why did you stop the car?" When An Ran said this, the person next to her had already unbuckled her seat belt and kissed her lips as accurately and gently as a cheetah hunting.

The small carriage was instantly filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

He kissed her passionately, and An Ran was afraid that he might accidentally ejaculate, so she pushed him away.

This is a busy roadside!

Outside the window, a mother and son happened to pass by. The child's curiosity was attracted by this scene, and when he wanted to take a closer look, the woman quickly covered his eyes.

"Mom! Why did you cover my eyes!" the child protested in confusion.

"Not suitable for children, go away." The woman lowered her voice with a hint of embarrassment on her face.

"What kind of scene is inappropriate for children? It's just a kiss. You can see it on TV anywhere."