Subordinate Doting - Chap 5
The assistant quickly lowered his head after saying this, fearing that the boss would be angry and take his anger out on him.
Unexpectedly, He Zhuo actually laughed: “So he used to be a mean person… Why didn’t he piss He Shifeng off to death?”
”Ah?” The assistant was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.
He Zhuo had already turned his head away, his eyes returning to a cold look: “Please help me contact the old man’s secretary.”
”Okay. I wonder if you still want to go to the press conference that Mrs. Dong is going to hold this morning?”
Mrs. Dong’s name is Dong Lin, and she is He Zhuo’s stepmother.
”What is she going to do now?”
”Madam, together with the majority of shareholders, have vetoed your plan to build an e-resort. Unless you admit at the press conference that the 3CE search engine you just launched was designed and developed by her son and that you plagiarized her son’s work, she will let the other half of the shareholders vote in favor.”
He Zhuo recalled that this had indeed happened in his previous life, and he agreed under pressure from the resort plan. After all, an engine design was not a great honor in his resume, but Dong Lin’s good-for-nothing son needed it very much.
But this difference in thought brought him endless troubles later.
“When does the press conference start?”
”In an hour.”
”Come and call me ten minutes before the start, and buy me the fastest ticket to Nivelles.”
According to the time in the previous life, Ji Tingyu is now in the Neville war zone, and He Zhuo’s gaze has long drifted away.
”I will be staying abroad for a while. You don’t have to work until I come back. Your salary will be paid as usual. You can take an unlimited vacation. Don’t tell anyone about what I just asked.”
The assistant almost couldn’t help but shout “Oh shit!”, and at that moment he hoped his boss would never come back.
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After the assistant left, He Zhuo thought about it. At this time in his previous life, he had not yet met Ji Tingyu, and he didn’t know that he had wished the old man to “ascend to heaven as soon as possible.”
But He Zhuo was certain that He Shifeng deserved it completely.
When He Shifeng was young, he pursued Ji Tingyu’s mother. After being rejected, he pestered her and used many unspeakable means, which damaged Ji’s mother’s reputation and she was unable to stay in the country for a time.
This birthday celebration was probably because Ji Tingyu was angry and wanted to avenge his mother.
”Little wolf cub.” He Zhuo stroked the stone in his palm, trying to imagine what Ji Tingyu would look like when he cursed.
What’s the expression on his face? What’s the tone of his voice? Are his eyes narrowed or glaring fiercely?
But he couldn’t imagine that scene no matter what.
Because in their previous life, something had happened to Ji Tingyu before they got married. He was covered in injuries and his temperament changed drastically. He became as timid and dull as an abused kitten, and He Zhuo still hasn’t found out what happened back then.
If you think about it carefully, from the time he fell in love with him to the time he completely lost him, He Zhuo had only seen his best side. That was the spirited young boy on the snowy mountain, who asked him who his young master was while riding on horseback.
Fortunately, he no longer has to rely solely on his imagination.
Shortly after the assistant left, the old man’s secretary contacted He Zhuo. He used some tricks to get the voicemail recording of Ji Tingyu wishing He Shifeng a happy birthday.
Now the recording is lying quietly in the phone, but He Zhuo is hesitant to open it.
He hasn’t heard Ji Tingyu’s voice for a whole year…
As if to punish him on purpose, Ji Tingyu had not left even a single sound or video at home in the three years of marriage.
When He Zhuo thought about him going crazy, he had no thoughts at all. He could not hear his voice or see his face. There was only that ball of withered yellow hair and the burnt black stone.
He once tried to drink a lot to get drunk, thinking that he would dream about her when he was drunk, but Ji Tingyu never came into his dreams.
Even if it came, it would be a nightmare. He Zhuo had dreamed about his death over and over again.
I dreamed that he was crawling in a pool of blood with his two broken legs, and I dreamed that he turned into a kitten and was burned by fire.
Sometimes the kitten would be “merciful” and say a few words to him, and when he was so upset that he wanted to kill himself, he would ask him: “Brother Zhuo, why do you treat me like this? Don’t you like me…”
”I’m in so much pain from the burns, please, please save me…”
These nightmares tormented He Zhuo until his death during countless sleepless nights. But death was not a relief. No matter how much time had passed, he would feel heartbroken whenever he thought of these dreams.
He sat leaning against the head of the bed, his fingers tightly clasped around the phone, his finger bones trembling slightly from the force.
When he opened the short recording of Ji Tingyu and put the phone to his ear, he was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing.
Then, a half-smiley voice came out slowly: “Hello, hello, I’m Ji Tingyu.”
He Zhuo suddenly closed his eyes, and a drop of water slid out of his ice-blue eyes, as if the sea was crying.
Xiaoyu…I miss you so much…
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Ten minutes before the press conference was to start, the assistant came to call people as instructed, but the room was empty.
He walked to the bathroom and knocked on the door gently: “Mr. He, are you in there?”
No one answered.
He knocked again: “Mr. He?”
Still no sound, the assistant walked out strangely.
At this moment, in the bathroom separated by a door, He Zhuo was leaning against the wall, his head tilted back, his eyes tightly closed, and his Adam’s apple rolling rapidly as if he was forcibly suppressing something.
Ji Tingyu’s recordings were constantly transmitted into his ears through the Bluetooth headset, scratching his eardrums. He Zhuo clenched his teeth, his beautiful square chest muscles tensed up and extended to his slender arms, and beads of sweat licked from the blue veins on his forehead.
The 25-year-old Ji Tingyu is not good at swearing, and he always says the same few words over and over again.
But his arrogant and angry tone sounded like coquettishness to He Zhuo. In fact, every time the little omega scolded him in what he thought was a fierce way, the veins on He Zhuo’s forehead would become even more tense.
The higher the level of the alpha, the more lustful he is, not to mention that he has been enduring for more than ten years in two lifetimes. When the day comes when the restraints are released or… when he completely loses control, it will be like a volcanic eruption and cannot be controlled.
