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Headquarters:

It was already past nine o'clock and only the CEO's office was still brightly lit. Song Ming frowned as he quickly typed out a plan on his keyboard. The storm of the financial crisis had already hit vaguely, the seemingly calm Merchant Sea had started to ripple. The next step would be a typhoon that would be able to turn the world upside down.

After a few moments of hesitation, Ou Shihao finally said, "Director Song, can I get off work first?"

"Alright." During this period of time, Ou Shihao stayed at the company every day to work overtime, and there was no sign of him retreating as early as possible. Having been an assistant for so many years, he had always been very diligent. He wouldn't take a leave of absence unless he had no other choice.

In the huge office, there was only the sound of Song Ming's sword. It was extremely quiet, and only the light sound of Song Ming's breathing could be heard, as well as the "Da Da" sound of his fingers hitting the keyboard.

The door of the office was slowly pushed open, and Zhao Xin'er walked in gracefully. She had obviously dressed up, in a neatly cut rose-purple evening dress, with her long hair tied up in a chic bun on top of her head and a few loose strands hanging from her ears. Her face was painted with exquisite and perfect makeup, and it actually made her thin face look even more charming.

Song Mingjian felt a shadow appear before his eyes, and for a moment he thought it was Gu Xiangling. He raised his head quickly. His eyes were filled with disappointment. His gaze was cold and polite. "Miss Zhao, what brings you here at night?"

Just these words caused Zhao Xin'er to be stunned. After dressing up for a long time, when Song Mingjian saw her, there was no trace of surprise in his eyes. "Ah Ming." She read these two words affectionately, hoping to recall the memories in the depths of Song Ming's sword.

"If you have something to say, then say it." Song Mingjian did not move at all. The reason why Zhao Xin'er chose to sneak into the office to look for him when everyone else was off work was self-evident.

Gu Xiangling's bones had not turned cold yet, did she just impatiently want to seize the nest? Song Mingjian suddenly felt disgusted. Zhao Xin'er's weak and helpless appearance clearly meant that she wanted to use her pity in exchange for pity.

However, he was no longer the helpless Zhao Xin'er. Women occasionally shed tears. Being pitiful made a man feel like a real man. Being pitiful all the time only made him feel annoyed.

"Please pay attention to your name." Song Mingjian tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and his calm voice was mixed with a hint of anger. "You are now the author of the storyline, and I am the CEO of the company."

He mercilessly and bluntly increased the distance between the two of them.

Zhao Xin'er's face changed, and she gloomily said: "Boss Song, why are my hits so low? "Is it …" She purposely swallowed his words. He naturally knew the real reason, but he wasn't willing to say it out loud.

Take a look at your own work, and then take a look at other people's click-ups to make a comparison." Song Mingjian said in a very formal tone. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't imagine that the female protagonists of Zhao Xin'er's novels had shadows of their own. Weak and helpless, strong reliance. The male lead circled around her at twenty-four, tolerating all her faults.

Indeed, Zhao Xin`er's writing skills weren't bad. In the early years of her writing career, the netizen industry had expanded, and she had a few writers. Naturally, her novels had quite a good number of hits.

But now, the competition in the world of online literature has become very fierce. The "little white flower" type female protagonist is no longer popular. Zhao Xin'er wasn't willing to change, so her literary style naturally didn't match the reader's appetite.

"I've read it. The things that others wrote, ah, it's so scary. I am afraid of such a cruel plot, so how can it be written? " Zhao Xin'er sighed and said, "Why is it that no one reads when I write so well?"

The more Song Mingjian heard, the more agitated he became. Zhao Xin`er was still sick and weak, unwilling to accept reality. Feeling a bit wronged, he didn't have the heart to comfort her. He had just lost his true love and had countless jobs to do every day, so he felt even more aggrieved.

"I'm about to get off work. If Miss Zhao has nothing else, please leave." Song Mingjian neatly packed his briefcase. He should tell the security guards not to let everyone in.

Zhao Xin'er had an expression of disbelief. This man didn't even want to say a word of comfort? Men are really ruthless, have a new love and swiftly abandon the old love.

Unwilling to give up, she said weakly and helplessly: "Can you send me back? It's so dark I'm scared. Ah Ming, did you know? Every night I wake up in fright and look out the window at the dark night. I feel so lonely and helpless and want someone to be with me. "

Song Ming's sword had blue veins popping all over it. How could he not be tactful and keep acting pitifully again and again? He instantly recalled Gu Xiangling's words: "Black is just a color, why should I be afraid of it?"

Occasionally, Song Mingjian would feel that Gu Xiangling was too strong and independent. There was no dependence, and there was a lack of the softness of a little woman. Now that he thought about it, a girl with her personality was more suitable for him.

Song Mingjian did not want to beat around the bush with Zhao Xin`er, so he directly told her what was on her mind, "Miss Zhao, do you want to rekindle our old relationship?"

Zhao Xin'er's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded: "Ah Ming, as long as you are willing, we can …"

Song Ming raised his eyebrows and said with a clear and firm voice that was filled with deep emotion: "But the woman I love is Gu Xiangling."

Zhao Xin'er's eyes were instantly filled with tears, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard. "You're so cruel." She trembled as she said those words, her body almost on the verge of collapse.

"If Miss Zhao is smarter, then don't compete with an invisible woman." Song Mingjian opened the office door and politely said: "Please."

Zhao Xin'er walked out slowly. Song Mingjian frowned with impatience as he locked the door and pressed the button to open the special elevator for the CEO. Zhao Xin'er was about to follow him in, so he quickly closed the elevator and felt a sense of disgust towards her.

He didn't want to see her, especially not like her.

As Zhao Xin'er watched the lights of the elevator rapidly changing, the last hope in her heart was dashed. The clicks in the novel were so low that even if the storyline paid well, the monthly royalties would be two to three thousand yuan. She was already used to living a good life, so how could she have enough money?

Dammit, it's all that woman Gu Xiangling. If it wasn't for her, how could Song Mingjian have fallen in love with her? He would definitely wait for her lovingly.

Zhao Xin'er suddenly smiled again. No matter what, she was Song Mingjian's first love. Most men would never forget their first love. No matter how outstanding Gu Xiangling was, she was still a dead person. She had no way to compete with him, and Song Mingjian was the only shortcut for her, Zhao Xin`er, to become a rich and powerful person. She had to grab onto him tightly.

"Ah Ming, I have to do it for you. I will risk my life just to sit on Mrs. Song's seat."