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

The day after the exhibition ended, An Ran received the painting from Ren Yunnan as promised.

An Ran sat at her workstation, but her eyes were always fixed on the painting. She was worried because the painting was very valuable and she really couldn't afford it.

After some hesitation and consideration, she carefully held the painting and knocked on the door of Jiang Huainian's office.

"Come in." Jiang Huainian's voice came from inside the door. An Ran gently pushed the door open and walked in.

An Ran walked to Jiang Huaian's desk, gently placed the painting on the table, and opened her mouth slightly.

"Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Huainian raised his head and glanced at the painting she placed on the table, with a hint of obvious surprise in his eyes.

How did this painting get here?

"This painting was given to me by my aunt. It's a very valuable gift," An Ran said.

Jiang Huaian looked at the painting in front of him and frowned slightly.

He remembered that his father once joked that this painting was created jointly by them and his son, and it was of great significance. It would be hung in his child's room in the future.

How could my mother give such an important painting to An Ran...

There is no reason to take back what has been given away.

Jiang Huaian was silent for a moment, looked up at An Ran, and slowly said, "Since she gave it to you, you should keep it."

An Ran looked embarrassed. It was true that she liked the painting very much, but the value of the painting was not a gift she could afford.

"No, it's too expensive."

She took a deep breath and continued, "I declined Auntie's kindness, but her persistence made it hard for me to refuse. Now that this painting is in my hands, I really feel a little pressure."

"Can you help me explain this to my aunt? Tell her that I am very grateful for her kindness, but I really can't accept such an expensive gift."

"She will be unhappy if you go back." Jiang Huainian's voice was a little low, and he said thoughtfully: "Her kindness, accept it."

"But..."

"That's all. Leave it here for now and I'll take it back for you in the evening."

An Ran nodded, "Thank you."

An Ran returned to her seat with a lot of emotions in her heart.

Her life seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, gradually deviating from its original trajectory.

From a simple urban village to today's high-end residential area.

And those coincidences and opportunities made her dazzled.

The acquaintance with Xia Rui, attending the birthday party of Wei Jingshen, a top figure in the pyramid, and even this famous painting worth millions, everything seemed like a dream.

Just as she was immersed in these complicated thoughts, the cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting her meditation.

"Hey, sister! I'm back from a business trip! Let's have dinner together tomorrow night!" Feng Jiajia's voice was full of excitement.

"Okay! I'll treat you to a great meal!" An Ran responded with a smile.

After hanging up the phone, Anran couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed.

I kept working until the end of the working day.

"Getting off work." A man's voice sounded. An Ran looked up. Jiang Huainian was standing in front of her desk with a painting in his hand and knocked on the table.

"Okay." An Ran packed up her things immediately.

The two walked to the elevator one after the other.

Jiang Huainian held the painting in a somewhat casual manner, and An Ran couldn't help but frown, fearing that he would bump into it.

"Mr. Jiang, let me take it." An Ran reached out to take the painting.

Jiang Huaian leaned aside and said, "No need."

The elevator has arrived.

Jiang Huaian stood in the corner, and An Ran stood in front of him after pressing the floor button.

During off-get off work hours, people enter almost every floor, and the small space is increasingly crowded.

An Ran instinctively turned to Jiang Huainian and nervously protected the painting in his hands, fearing that someone would accidentally squeeze him and damage the precious painting.

The two stood facing each other.

The distance between them was so close that they could clearly feel each other's breath and heartbeat.

Jiang Huaian looked down at her.

As if she felt the gaze above her head, Anran raised her head and met the man's deep eyes.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world disappeared and only the two of them were left.

The air seemed to be stagnant and the sounds around me disappeared.

An Ran felt that all the blood in her body was rushing to her heart. Her heart was beating wildly and she blinked in panic.

This unprecedented feeling overwhelmed her.

She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look into his eyes again.

Time in the elevator seemed to stretch incomparably longer, with one second feeling as long as half a century.

Finally, the elevator reached the first floor and people crowded out of the elevator. Anran pressed the elevator door open button until Jiang Huainian walked out. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, the two sat in the car in an unusually silent atmosphere.

There was no conversation, only the sound of light music playing in the car.

As usual, the driver first took An Ran to her apartment in Shenzhen.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm here." An Ran lowered her head slightly.

Jiang Huainian handed the painting to her without saying anything, but just glanced at her indifferently.

"Thank you. Goodbye, Mr. Jiang." An Ran took it carefully.

"Yeah." Jiang Huainian responded.

After closing the car door, the car slowly disappeared in front of An Ran.

She stood there holding the painting tightly in her hands, feeling confused.

"Miss An, are you off work?" A security guard passing by greeted her. An Ran's thoughts were pulled back. She smiled and nodded at the security guard, "Yes."

"Do you need me to help you carry it up?" the security guard asked when he saw her holding a painting.

An Ran smiled slightly and shook her head, "No, thank you, I'm going upstairs now, bye."

"Bye-Bye."

At night, lying in bed with my eyes closed, I tried to clear my mind, but the more I did so, the more random thoughts I had.

She touched her heart, which had long since calmed down. Was there something wrong with her heart?

I have to go to the hospital for a check-up this weekend!

She wants to make a lot of money so that her mother can enjoy her old age without worries.

"Heart, you must stay healthy and never get sick!" Anran shouted firmly in her heart.

I tossed and turned while holding the baby. I don't know how long it was before I fell into a drowsy sleep.

There was the sound of birds chirping outside the window. An Ran opened her eyes suddenly, sat up immediately, and nervously grabbed her phone to see that it was six five.

The alarm she set hadn't rung yet, so she slapped her forehead and fell back onto the bed.

Until the alarm clock rang, Anran got up, washed up, and went to Shenzhen No.1 Hotel.

Exercise time.

An Ran stepped onto the treadmill as usual and started her daily exercise.

But today, her performance was very different from usual, she was more serious than ever before.

Her eyes flashed with determination, as if silently telling herself: Anran, you must have a healthy body.

Jiang Huainian tilted his head to look at An Ran, and was surprised at her extra seriousness today.

In the past, An Ran always ran out of breath on the treadmill and complained from time to time.

But today, she seemed like a different person. Not only did she not complain about the hardship, but she ran even harder...