In early August, Tang Yang submitted a detailed report to the Supervisory Commission and Zhou Mo.
After over two weeks of review and verification, the Supervisory Commission finally revealed: Excluding the parts where Jiujiang violated criminal law, the areas where Jiujiang was suspected of economic crimes included – money laundering through charity channels, and several instances of borrowing tens of billions from Huishang Bank in the name of building commercial districts, investing the money in the construction of an “Ecological Kingdom”. These tens of billions of loans were never repaid.
Meanwhile, the top executives of Huishang Bank were suspected of exceeding their authority by granting credit to thousands of shell companies that did not meet loan qualifications. They used these small enterprises to share bad debts as a way to fill Jiujiang’s tens of billions in deficits!
If Jiujiang played the role of an executioner, dismembering people and swallowing them whole, then Huishang Bank’s top executives were the first blade in Jiujiang’s hand.
Between 1 PM and 2 PM, during peak traffic hours, almost every platform that could refresh content had core phrases like “Huishang’s unauthorized credit granting” and “tens of billions in bad debts”.
Jiang Shiyan spent less than ten minutes in Tang Yang’s office before his assistant called, and Tang Yang was also summoned to an emergency meeting on the top floor by President Fan.
The previously lazy afternoon atmosphere completely dissipated. The air seemed to become tense and oppressive as if echoing the rapid-fire speech of various media reporters.
“Hello everyone, this is Yixiu Video. Some viewers might wonder, what do these terms mean when put together, even if they understand them individually?” The scanned document in Yixiu’s report was clear, with a hand quickly explaining while scrolling through the scan. “Simply put, Jiujiang borrowed tens of billions from Huishang Bank. Huishang’s top executives exceeded their authority at the credit review department, granting loan qualifications to thousands of small factories with poor credit and no loan eligibility. These small factories have different legal representatives. For example, if one borrows 10 million, then ten small factories add up to 100 million.”
“Huishang’s top executives authorized different credit amounts to various small factories, some 5 million, others up to 80 million.”
“The money these small factories borrowed from Huishang filled Jiujiang’s tens of billions in deficits. Then these small factories were treated as bad debts on Huishang’s books. In other words, Huishang’s accounts showed that Jiujiang fulfilled its contract and repaid the tens of billions in loans, while those renamed, seemingly unrelated small factories became like inconspicuous pebbles among thousands of annual bad debts, washed away by time.”
The reporters spoke faster and faster: “Huishang Bank’s A City branch faces a major credit issue. Where will the bank’s top executives go from here?”
“How to control the power of bank executives? Financial crimes keep evolving; how to regulate them?”
“They speak the most noble words while doing the dirtiest deeds. Huishang’s stock price hit its limit at 1 PM. How will this old, benchmark bank face this credibility crisis?”
On the top floor of Huishang Bank, the President, and the special risk control team arrived. Dozens of mid to high-level executives sat around the conference room, their expressions solemn, in complete silence.
At the same time, in the Supervisory Commission’s detention center.
The three fallen vice presidents were also in a meeting. Zhou Zisheng huddled alone in a corner by the hard plank bed.
He dared not speak. After coughing and choking, he couldn’t hold back the blood in his mouth, but he didn’t dare to spit it out.
The three vice presidents tried to get Zhou Zisheng to contact Zhou Mo, asking Zhou Mo to manipulate Jiujiang’s confession to help cover up or mitigate the unauthorized credit-granting incident.
But Murphy’s Law prevailed. In less than half an hour, Zhou Mo, in a detention center not far away, not only confessed everything but even revealed specific proportions: for every 500 million Jiujiang borrowed from Huishang, they would give a 100 million kickback to the four involved executives.
Before netizens could marvel at how easily the capitalist class made money, as the live broadcast report entered its second half, the Supervisory Commission’s official video revealed the name of the report’s drafter at the end: not a competing bank, not an undercover agent from the anti-corruption party group, but a young executive from within Huishang, Tang Yang, who had written it candidly and clearly in black and white!
Those two words instantly caused an uproar!
Tang Yang had informed the bank’s President in advance, but the President hadn’t expected Zhou Mo to simultaneously reveal the specific proportions.
As the meeting entered its latter half, the leaders showed signs of displacing their anger, telling Tang Yang to manage the risk control team dispatched by the head office. The President said, “Deputy Tang has shown remarkable courage. Even while expecting a child, I believe she can handle these matters well and weather the storm with Huishang.”
The President’s smile seemed to contain undisguised sarcasm.
Tang Yang tugged at the corners of her mouth and, amidst the silence, stood up under the various gazes of other executives: “I’ll do my best.”
She certainly knew that the President had given her a hot potato and that a credit issue was a devastating blow to any bank.
But the facts were before her eyes. With so many cruel and bloody photos stored in the USB drive Zhou Mo had given her, she really couldn’t tell only half the truth and hide the rest.
She didn’t consider herself a kind person, but she still possessed the most basic sense of public morality.
At 6 PM, the meeting on the top floor adjourned.
Tang Yang had dealt with a major issue that had been on her mind for a long time, allowing her to breathe a slight sigh of relief. But just as she left the conference room, before she could reach the elevator, people from the Supervisory Commission arrived on the top floor to intercept her: “Tu Chen and others have given statements about the unauthorized credit granting incident. There are indications that you were involved in the ‘Cookie’ event.”
Tang Yang’s feet slipped slightly: “I wrote an advance report.”
Supervisory Commission: “You’re on the list of suspects named by He Zheng and others from Jiujiang.”
Tang Yang’s throat bobbed: “Haven’t you made a mistake? I wrote very clearly in my report, which was sent to the Supervisory Commission in early August along with today’s afternoon report.”
Supervisory Commission reminded: “Maserati.”
Tang Yang recalled the time Zhou Mo treated her to black chicken soup and suddenly understood.
“However you brought me in, you’ll have to take me back the same way. It must be very tiring for you,” she said, half-jokingly, half-seriously.
The Supervisory Commission always acted based on evidence and wouldn’t go easy on Tang Yang just because she had provided the report on Huishang’s executives exceeding their authority in granting credit. However, considering she was pregnant, their actions and attitude were indeed much gentler.
The elevator doors slowly closed, and Tang Yang descended to the first floor with the Supervisory Commission personnel.
Just moments ago, in the President’s office on the top floor, the Head Office President and President Fan stood side by side.
The Head Office President’s hair had whitened considerably these past few days. Gazing out the window, he said, “Not giving the report to the head office but sending it directly to the Supervisory Commission, then casually giving the head office a one-page report, acting first and reporting later – she’s bold.”
President Fan and the Head Office President were old classmates. He sighed with emotion: “Whether Huishang can get through this crisis is fate; if we can’t, it’s heaven’s will. I liked Tang Yang from the first time I met her. She handles things clearly, her eyes are clean, without a hint of office politics.”
The Head Office President took this in: “In her first year at Huishang, she proposed the BKB model, and in her second year, she came up with Danxin Tong.” And she proposed both while in basic-level positions.
President Fan: “Young people like this are really rare nowadays.”
When Jiang Shiyan arrived at Huishang after receiving a call from Qin Yue, Tang Yang had already been taken away by the Supervisory Commission for nearly an hour.
After hearing the whole story, Jiang Shiyan didn’t touch the water on the table.
“I’m going to Youran Residence,” he said, gripping his phone as he stood up.
Qin Yue: “You’re still going to have dinner?”
Jiang Shiyan: “I’m going to get the original documents from Cheng Siran.”
Qin Yue believed Tang Yang would be fine, so she wasn’t in a hurry.
But Jiang Shiyan’s worry was different. With the Supervisory Commission, Yixiu, Huishang, and other forces entangled in the situation, the slightest movement could cause a storm. Tang Yang would be fine if she was actually with the Supervisory Commission, but Jiang Shiyan worried that she had involved too many people’s interests. If those people were unscrupulous, they might try to harm her while she was with the Supervisory Commission, and she was carrying a little Jiang dog in her belly that everyone knew about…
Jiang Shiyan dared not speculate about accidents. He rushed from Huishang to Youran Residence without stopping, knocked on Cheng Siran’s office door, and explained his purpose.
Cheng Siran found a pile of original video files following the timeline. Jiang Shiyan sat calmly in Cheng Siran’s seat, but his hand holding the mouse trembled involuntarily.
Who the hell would let their wife, three months pregnant, go to the Ecological Kingdom and then to the Supervisory Commission? As soon as Tang Yang’s name appeared on the report that afternoon, who knows how many eyes were watching her? How could he have been so careless not to think that the fallen executives from Jiujiang and Huishang would turn on Tang Yang…
Outside, the sky had darkened. Jiang Shiyan’s profile was reflected in the window, his Adam’s apple moving up and down once, twice, increasingly rapidly.
Cheng Siran gently tugged at the mouse cord, feeling sympathetic: “Try to calm down a bit… Should I go downstairs and order some food for you?”
Jiang Shiyan: “I’m very calm,” his fingers clicked faster and faster, “We were together during lunch break, it’s only been a few hours since I last saw her—”
Jiang Shiyan couldn’t continue.
He got the video and hurried to the Supervisory Commission. The city’s lights were just coming on, while the Supervisory Commission was as brightly lit as daytime.
A clerk came over to take the hard drive from him. In less than ten minutes, they gave feedback: “The video can serve as corroborating evidence. Deputy Tang’s involvement includes the Maserati and the black gold card. The Maserati was later given to Gan Yiming by Zhou Mo, so now we only need to trace where the 20 million in the black gold card went.”
Jiang Shiyan went to see Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo later transferred the 20 million into other cash flows. He apologized: “I didn’t consider keeping this 20 million intact at the time.” This meant it would be very difficult for Jiang Shiyan to trace after it had been dispersed.
“It’s alright.” Jiang Shiyan still thanked Zhou Mo, then left under the clerk’s guidance.
Passing a stairwell, the clerk mentioned: “Deputy Tang is on the third floor, just upstairs.”
Jiang Shiyan shook his head: “No need.”
He didn’t dare to see Tang Yang, afraid he might lose control if he saw her.
The clerk didn’t know how genuine these wealthy families’ feelings were and dared not speculate.
Just as they reached the building’s exit, with brightness behind and darkness ahead, Jiang Shiyan stopped and turned around, his tall figure backlit. Having confirmed Tang Yang’s safety, he still couldn’t help but fuss: “Please take care of my wife. I’ll come to pick her up as soon as possible. She’s pregnant, so please don’t let her eat anything spicy or greasy for dinner. If possible, warm the water a bit, and if you can, she needs to drink milk at night…”
The clerk was a young man in his early twenties and agreed to each request.
Jiang Shiyan was full of gratitude, shaking hands repeatedly: “Thank you, thank you all.”
These were all trivial matters, but the clerk felt honored.
Jiang Shiyan closed his eyes, covering the bloodshot in his eye sockets.
His eyes were deep, hiding a restrained deep affection that had surged with the night and had long since seeped into his bones.
Zhou Mo’s estimated time for Jiang Shiyan was three days, but he underestimated Yixiu’s penetration power and network of connections.
Three hours later, at midnight.
Tang Yang rubbed her eyes as she came out of the Supervisory Commission, and saw Jiang Shiyan leaning against a pillar at the entrance from afar.
Every angle of his body was attractive, his long legs straight in his suit pants, his arms crossed in a pleasing posture.
She knew he would come; he must have been worried. Look, look, there’s hardly any expression on Mr. Jiang’s face.
Tang Yang smiled, took a couple of quick steps, and was lifted off the ground for a moment as he hugged her, before setting her back down.
“It’s so good to have Mr. Jiang,” she looked up at him, her voice sweet, her eyes clear and bright, sparkling with tiny lights.
Jiang Shiyan didn’t care that people were still working in the Supervisory Commission. He kissed her forehead, then the top of her head, and couldn’t help but ruffle her hair heavily before putting his arm around her and walking towards the car: “Go home for a shower and sleep? Tired today?”
“I just slept for nearly an hour up there,” Tang Yang’s smile faded, “Can you help me get a blanket from home? I’m going back to the credit review department. President Fan just called me, he told me to go home and rest, but at this crucial moment,” Tang Yang pondered, “It just so happens that Huishang’s problem is on the credit side, which I’m in charge of. There’s a lot of work piling up, and other colleagues are all working overtime,” Tang Yang spread her hands, “I can’t leave…”
Jiang Shiyan of course knew this, but couldn’t do anything about it. In the end, he lightly patted her palm twice, grumbling: “Domestic violence.”
Domestic violence it is then. Tang Yang had already developed a habit of rubbing her belly: “I’ll take good care of little Jiang dog.”
Jiang Shiyan sighed.
On the way to take Tang Yang back to Huishang, his assistant called frantically, with one main topic: “Do we need to suppress the news about Jiujiang’s unauthorized credit granting?”
If the afternoon had already stirred up the first wave of excitement, then the late night would undoubtedly bring a second wave.
If Jiang Shiyan wanted to forcefully suppress it, he could certainly do so against the tide, but the consequences of suppressing it…
Jiang Shiyan remained silent.
Tang Yang gently covered his hand with hers: “You don’t need to get involved in Huishang and Jiujiang’s affairs. What I do is based on my employment contract with Huishang. I should do what I need to do,” Tang Yang said, “You still need to earn money for little Jiang dog’s milk powder.”
Tang Yang understood that Jiang Shiyan very much wanted to and could suppress everything for her sake, regardless of the consequences. So she preemptively stated her position, not wanting to put him in a difficult situation, with her characteristic rationality and objectivity.
This time, uncharacteristically, Jiang Shiyan didn’t want to listen to Tang Yang’s words. But seeing her tired yet smiling face, he couldn’t say anything. He could only use the strength in his hands to guide her towards the driver’s seat. On the roadside, in the dim light, he gently embraced her…
While the special investigation into Huishang and Jiujiang was ongoing, how could his daughter-in-law, pregnant with his granddaughter, be living in the office?
Mother Jiang wanted to rush over and demand an explanation several times, but Jiang Shiyan frowned and stopped her: “Yang Yang is already very busy during this time. Don’t go over there and cause more trouble.”
Mother Jiang couldn’t let it go and instructed Vegetable to scratch Jiang Shiyan.
Jiang Shiyan also had a lot to deal with regarding Yixiu. He went to Huishang once at noon every day, once in the afternoon, and stayed with Tang Yang until evening. Every two days, Tang Yang needed to go home to shower and change clothes, so he would drive her back together. Here, seeing the fluffy Vegetable, Jiang Shiyan rarely found this guinea pig adorable. He thought he should bring vegetables along next time he visited Yang Yang to make her smile.
The string in Tang Yang’s mind was indeed constantly taut—
Old Master Qin had passed away unexpectedly, leaving the majority of shares to Qin Yue. Qin Yue couldn’t lead the entire Qin family through the muddy waters of Huishang and Jiujiang. The usually unruly Miss Qin handed her resignation to Tang Yang, her eyes reddening for the first time in a work setting.
She hugged Tang Yang for a long time, then whispered in her ear: “I’m sorry.”
She had treated Tang Yang as a true friend, accompanying her at the beginning, but couldn’t stay with her until the end of this affair.
Instead, it was Tang Yang who comforted Qin Yue: “Is a woman worth tens of billions like in those Mary Sue novels, where even the tears she sheds are diamonds?”
Qin Yue broke into a smile through her tears, lightly punching Tang Yang’s shoulder. Remembering the child in her belly, Qin Yue wiped her tears and bent slightly towards Tang Yang’s stomach: “Call me godmother.”
Tang Yang recalled how Jiang Shiyan would occasionally act silly, pretending to be stern while poking her barely visible belly: “Call me dad.”
Tang Yang was helpless. Wasn’t it said that pregnancy makes you stupid for three years? How come she, the pregnant one, was the most clear-headed?
With Qin Yue gone, Tang Yang lost strong support and became even busier.
Tang Yang’s report was with the Supervisory Commission, being cross-checked against the details provided by the four arrested Huishang executives.
Every day that the big case of Huishang and Jiujiang remained unresolved, Huishang’s daily loan application rate would decrease by one segment, and the customer loss rate would increase by one level.
With pressure from all sides weighing on their heads, Huishang employees walked hurriedly, not daring to look up.
At the end of August, unable to withstand the daily limit-down of the stock price, Huishang’s head office board of directors had more than one talk with Tang Yang, pressuring her to admit that the report was her fabrication. Then the head office leadership would find a way to attribute the unauthorized credit granting by Tu Chen and others to operational errors.
Tang Yang refused to budge.
On September 1st, the Danxin Tong, which was supposed to be piloted in the A City branch, was singled out by the central bank due to Huishang’s credit issues. They required it to be submitted to Huishang’s head office for review before nationwide release.
The fact that the head office’s review standards were much higher than the branch’s was secondary.
The key points were two—First, Danxin Tong originally had a charitable nature, and Huishang’s current stock price didn’t allow for such initiatives. Second, the head office president’s hint was obvious: if it weren’t for the “person-protecting faction” executives at the head office submitting Danxin Tong to the central bank, would the central bank have picked this one product out of hundreds or thousands of locally issued credit products from Huishang?
The “person-protecting faction” executives were eager to catch Tang Yang’s tail.
If Danxin Tong passed the review and then went through the process of accepting the head office issuance committee’s vote…
Tang Yang imagined that scenario, which would probably result in rejection and public humiliation.
Ao Siqie was very angry about this notice, but Tang Yang just smiled and, when replying to the head office president, still firmly held her position without taking a step back.
Tang Yang thought she could handle it, but Danxin Tong was something she had put her heart and soul into, and it was associated with the little Jiang dog that had almost been lost…
The notice about Danxin Tong’s review came out at noon. Tang Yang returned to her office with warm milk, but as the milk went down her throat, it was filled with bitterness.
She was already very tired.
She couldn’t understand.
Why did so many things seem to point towards her, target her?
So was it her fault?
Should she have swallowed the fact of the tens of billions in unauthorized credit granting?
Should she have let Tu Chen and the others get away with so much ill-gotten wealth that many middle-class people couldn’t earn in a lifetime?
Or should she have played it safe from the beginning, handed Zhou Mo’s USB drive to Huishang’s top executives, not taken that first step, not been so ambitious as to set up such a big game…
Since the day the report came out, colleagues had been discussing how Tang Yang was “complicated in her methods,” “full of schemes,” “yet didn’t even get a vice president position in the end,” and “just made wedding clothes for others.”
There were also Yixiu and other media outlets waiting at Huishang’s entrance to interview Tang Yang.
Tang Yang worked as usual at the eye of the storm. Occasionally, when the Supervisory Commission needed additional evidence, she would provide materials showing Zhou Zisheng and others walking with Jiujiang’s top executives at the club. She did everything meticulously.
September brought an Indian summer.
On Tuesday, the 2nd, Tang Yang went to the Supervisory Commission for the last time to record her statement, from 1 PM to 8 PM.
Before leaving, Tang Yang went to the restroom, and then, she saw blood on the tissue paper.
The central air conditioning hummed loudly, and Tang Yang’s mind went blank.
She didn’t dare tell Jiang Shiyan. She cleaned herself up and calmly called Ao Siqie. Ao Siqie had a driver’s license. Tang Yang calmly asked her to take her to the hospital, and calmly went for an examination.
The embryo was developing normally, but due to the pregnant woman’s significant emotional fluctuations…
There weren’t many people getting ultrasounds in the evening. The female doctor recognized a familiar face and heavily threw the mouse on the table with a “bang”: “This is the first time I’ve seen such an impressive pregnant woman. Do you work at a fireworks factory as a skyrocket? Your work seems to involve moving heaven and earth…”
The female doctor rattled on like a stand-up comedian. Tang Yang meekly agreed, not daring to argue.
Seeing Tang Yang’s expression was off, Ao Siqie drove her to the Jiang family villa and pointed at her phone: “Shall I call President Jiang to come down and get you?”
“No need, it’s just a few steps. You can drive the car back. Just drive it to the credit review department tomorrow,” Tang Yang got out of the car and instructed through the car window, “Be careful on the road.”
Ao Siqie obediently waved goodbye. Tang Yang smiled gently and waved back, watching her leave.
Jiang Shiyan thought she had come home to shower and change clothes, but after washing up, Tang Yang stayed in the study.
Jiang Shiyan felt a glimmer of joy in his heart but didn’t show it on his face. He went to the kitchen with a smile to heat a glass of milk, finished dealing with documents he hadn’t finished during the day, and when the milk was about warm enough, he brought it up to Yang Yang.
Jiang Shiyan gently pushed open the study door and walked to the desk.
The study’s swivel chair was spacious. Hearing the sound of the glass coaster hitting the desk, Tang Yang’s hands were still on the keyboard, but her body moved slightly to the side, leaving space for Jiang Shiyan. Jiang Shiyan raised his eyebrows and smoothly sat down.
Tang Yang’s movements gradually slowed down, slower and slower, and then stopped.
She turned off the desk lamp, and suddenly the large study was left with only the flickering glow from the computer.
Jiang Shiyan leaned back in the chair and pulled his little girlfriend closer into his arms.
Jiang Shiyan knew Tang Yang wanted to talk to him. He didn’t speak.
Tang Yang didn’t speak either.
The silence between them fermented in the darkness along with their breaths.
After a long while, Tang Yang settled down to the sound of Jiang Shiyan’s heartbeat.
“I had some bleeding before I came back,” Tang Yang felt Jiang Shiyan’s body stiffen instantly. She continued, “Ao Siqie accompanied me for a prenatal check-up. Jiang Shiyan, I’ve been thinking about a question lately, wondering if I should resign.”
Jiang Shiyan’s hand on Tang Yang’s shoulder tightened slightly. He lowered his head, resting his thin lips on the top of her head, not lifting them again.
The softness was either from Jiang Shiyan’s kiss or Tang Yang’s hair.
Tang Yang made a small swallowing sound, her voice neither hurried nor slow.
Tang Yang said: “I like Huishang’s corporate positioning. I’m willing to work at Huishang. I’m willing to give it the most valuable period of my time.”
Tang Yang said: “But the premise is that it’s a harmonious and stable Huishang.”
Even at this moment, Tang Yang analyzed clearly: “I know that if this happened at other banks, they might not be able to control the situation as well as Huishang. But I really can’t understand what those ‘person-protecting faction’ executives at the head office are thinking. Pulling out the firewood from under the cauldron and then restructuring is the path Huishang should take now. Why do they always think it’s my fault? Is it wrong for me to tell the truth about what I know? Why are they targeting me, why, why?”
Tang Yang tried to control her emotions as per the doctor’s orders, but in the end, her voice still rose slightly.
When she spoke again, her lips trembled, her voice tinged with tears: “I can give up working at the bank. I can focus on taking care of the pregnancy. After giving birth to Little Jiang’s dog, I can go to a public fund, a private fund, a hedge fund, or an insurance company. Oh yes, a securities firm would work too. My major would be relevant,” Tang Yang held onto Jiang Shiyan’s wrist, sobbing as she asked him, “What do you think…”
The gun barrels of public opinion were only pointed at Huishang, while the gun barrels of Huishang’s top executives were pointed at Tang Yang.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Tang Yang didn’t consider herself a hero. She had tried her best. She felt she had let down little Jiang’s dog. Didn’t Huishang’s top executives realize that Tang Yang was human, that even fighting tooth and nail would leave her disheartened…
In the darkness, the slight breathing of the person in his arms seemed to blow into Jiang Shiyan’s heart. Her breath trembled slightly, and his heart quivered.
Without a doubt, Jiang Shiyan was the person who wanted Tang Yang to resign the most.
During this time, Yang Yang had been so busy that he had wanted to carry a rocket launcher to blow up Huishang’s headquarters countless times, but in the end, he only gently covered her with a blanket.
When Yang Yang said such things, almost every cell in his body was screaming for Yang Yang to resign, let Yang Yang resign, you can support her, you can raise her, say you’re willing, say you want to.
But Jiang Shiyan understood Tang Yang too well.
He had walked with Tang Yang from age fifteen to thirty. He understood her joys and sorrows, her emotions. Just like when he reposted Tang Yang’s comment about martyrs’ families and sent her to the top trending topics for the first time, he understood the tone and pauses in her speech for every mood.
“She likes Huishang’s corporate positioning,” “She knows that if this happened at other banks, they might not handle it as well as Huishang,” she was caught between attacks from front and back, but she didn’t say “Jiang Shiyan, I want to resign,” she said, “Jiang Shiyan, is it okay if I resign”…
Jiang Shiyan knew that Yang Yang was very fragile now, and she would listen to what he said. He wanted to speak his mind, insanely reluctant to let her stand amid raging waves.
Countless words came to his lips. Jiang Shiyan’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice like a stream in the night as it touched her hair: “In your current situation, other banks might want to poach you, but there’s a high probability that Huishang won’t let you go. You can choose to completely break ties with Huishang and jump ship, but other banks will also worry if you might break ties with them too.”
Jiang Shiyan said: “You didn’t intend to stir up trouble, but the trouble arose because of you. Your resignation is the result the ‘person-protecting faction’ wants to see, and your previous efforts would become a dowry for those who benefited.”
Jiang Shiyan: “You can take a breather, and see if you can ride the waves up. Of course, you can resign,” Jiang Shiyan’s index finger gently brushed her soft, white ear, his voice as gentle as the wind, “As long as you’ve made your decision and won’t regret it, I’ll support whatever you want to do. If you want to change jobs, then change jobs. If you want to start a business, I’ll invest. If you want to be a housewife, I’ll be the husband who comes home every day with a briefcase…”
Was Jiang the big dog still fantasizing that he would call out “Honey, I’m home!” at the entrance, and she would wipe her hands on her apron and come over to help him take off his coat and carry his bag?
You know what, the mental image was quite strong.
Jiang Shiyan’s warm breath followed Tang Yang’s hair, brushing her skin. Her back was also pressed against him. Her previously agitated emotions gradually calmed down.
She certainly knew that Jiang the big dog was speaking from his heart, but she couldn’t help but sob once, teasing him: “President Jiang is so excellent, don’t you have any requirements for your wife? Like being beautiful as a flower, or having a certain net worth?”
Strangely, this time Jiang Shiyan didn’t joke around with Yang Yang.
He pushed her away slightly, then bent down to take out his notebook from the partition and placed it next to Tang Yang’s.
“If it weren’t for the fact that not wanting little Jiang dog would be bad for your health, I wouldn’t even care about little Jiang dog,” Jiang Shiyan said slowly. “Above all else, what Jiang Shiyan truly cares about is whether Tang Yang is doing well or not.”
In the past, Jiang Shiyan didn’t even care if Tang Yang loved him or not. He was content just loving Tang Yang without realizing it.
Since he happily learned that Yang Yang loved him, he had become a bit greedier, hoping that Yang Yang would always love him, and love him more than little Jiang’s dog in the future.
A warm current flowed into Tang Yang’s heart, warm and sweet amidst the bitterness. Tang Yang looked up at Jiang Shiyan, her eyes large, dark, and bright, brimming with moisture.
Jiang Shiyan held the mouse with one hand and covered her hand resting on the edge of the desk with the other. His long fingers intertwined with hers, unhurriedly changing the two hands into a ten-finger interlocked position. Jiang Shiyan opened a hidden folder and saw photos of himself from when he was fat. He seemed a bit embarrassed, his ears turning red, but to cheer her up, he still resolutely enlarged the image: “This is our first photo together, from the high school sports meet in our first year. I was so fat then, and you weren’t thin either.”