Mianmian walked into Mr. Yao's office with Meixuan trailing behind her.
"For some reason," Mr. Yao began, tapping his desk impatiently, "we still haven't received any call or message from Mo Yichen's team regarding the interview."
"I... I wasn't able to convince him" she admitted.
Mr. Yao slammed both palms on the desk.
The sound made both Mianmian and Meixuan jump.
"Nonsense! Didn't I tell you not to come back without a positive answer from him?!"
"Mr. Yao, please don't get upset" Meixuan said softly, her voice dripping sweetness.
Mianmian sneered inwardly. Who didn't know in the company that these two are having a secret affair
Mr. Yao's expression softened for Meixuan… then snapped right back to anger when he turned to Mianmian.
"Meixuan is prepared to conduct the interview with President Mo, yet you're delaying everything!"
Meixuan is the one conducting the interview?
Mianmian blinked. So they have been using me to run around for her?
"Mr. Yao," she said sharply, "if Meixuan is the interviewer, then send her to convince Mo Yichen. I'm just an intern. I thought interns weren't assigned hard tasks like this."
"How dare you!" Meixuan snapped. "You're nothing but a low intern! Mr. Yao can ruin your record in one minute!"
"Meixuan, get out," Mr. Yao barked.
"But..."
"Just leave I have some stuffs to discuss with Miss Wen"
Meixuan shot Mianmian a venomous glare before storming out, slamming the door.
Once she was gone, Mr. Yao stood from his chair, his potbelly bouncing with the movement, and slowly walked toward Mianmian.
"You look very beautiful today," he said, voice low and disgusting. "I can't take my eyes off you. I'm giving you a chance, Mianmian. Date me, and your life will change. I'll make your life less stressful. I can get you a permanent job here."
"I need to leave now, sir," Mianmian said carefully. Every instinct in her body screamed run.
She moved toward the door, but Mr. Yao lunged first.
He grabbed the handle, locked it, and snapped the weak metal as if it had been loose for months.
"Wh... What are you doing?" Mianmian backed away.
"What I should've done a long time ago."
"I'll scream."
"Go ahead. This room is soundproof." His smile twisted. "B****h, you think I don't know your mother is in the hospital? You can't afford her surgery. I'm giving you a chance."
"Stay away," she warned. "What you're doing is wrong. This won't end well."
Mr. Yao suddenly charged.
They crashed to the floor, his heavy body crushing her as the table beside them toppled, sending paperwork and objects scattered everywhere.
Mianmian's head slammed into the wall.
Warm blood trickled down her scalp.
Her vision blurred.
Her limbs trembled.
Still, she fought... pushing, hitting, kicking but he was too heavy.
Mr. Yao tore her shirt open, exposing part of her bra.
"Please… don't…" Tears spilled down her cheeks.
She was slipping into unconsciousness.
Her breath came in short, weak gasps.
Ican't… I can't let this happen…
Through her blurring vision, something glinted on the floor, a large gold award plaque Mr. Yao cherished.
With every ounce of strength left in her trembling body, Mianmian stretched her fingers toward it…
Grabbed it…
And swung it with every strength she had left.
Slamming the heavy award straight into Mr. Yao's skull.