Zhao Han stared at her, a cold glint in her eyes.
“Luo Ye said you killed Qi Ge,” her tone was icy, but it was just a question, “is that true?” …Is it? Dong Enyu remained expressionless on the surface, but inside she was laughing with delight because Zhao Han actually asked her “is it true?” What does that mean? If she said no, would it change anything? She didn’t think Zhao Han was that kind-hearted.
Dong Enyu still remembered how much Zhao Han hated her when she was in Wutang, wishing to kick her out of the scene.
Yet now she was asking if she killed Qi Ge? Does it even matter if it’s true or not?
“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dong Enyu shrugged, indicating that Zhao Han’s question puzzled her.
“Playing dumb?” Zhao Han squinted her eyes, stepping forward to close the distance between them.
Dong Enyu didn’t dodge, allowing Zhao Han to grab her chin.
When the cold fingers touched her skin, Dong Enyu instinctively followed her arm upwards, then looked back at Zhao Han.
“Please let go, Miss Zhao,” she slightly frowned, not brushing her hand away but observing the situation.
She was now someone who had come back from the dead, an employee of the Coral Reef Group, so she couldn’t take a stand or have an opinion against Zhao Han, only advise, “You’re offending me, please let go.”
Dong Enyu suppressed the urge to smile, feeling smug because she was no longer a subordinate of Wutang and didn’t need to feel threatened by Zhao Han.
“Offend?” Zhao Han savored the word, moving even closer.
The distance between them was dangerously close, and Dong Enyu could even feel the chill emanating from Zhao Han.
Her beautiful lips parted slightly, a mocking smile appearing, “Do you still care? You don’t even know how many times I’ve offended you.”
She emphasized the word “offend,” and with the smile on her lips, Dong Enyu immediately understood what she meant by “offend.”
That kind of offense that stripped her of dignity, trampling her underfoot…
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Dong Enyu averted her gaze.
But the subtle movement only made Zhao Han more displeased, immediately increasing the pressure of her fingers, forcing Dong Enyu’s gaze back to her.
“You’re my dog.” Zhao Han said it lightly, but sharply.
…Dog.
Dong Enyu didn’t know how many times she had heard this from Zhao Han.
Whenever she got too close to someone in the scene, Zhao Han would appear and constantly remind her of her lowly status.
Yes, in Wutang, she might have been Zhao Han’s dog, but now she had broken free.
Even if she were a dog, she would be Huo Ai’s or Haijiao’s dog.
There was defiance in Dong Enyu’s eyes, but she didn’t break free from Zhao Han’s grip.
Just as the two were at a stalemate, Huo Ai arrived.
“Am I interrupting?” Her unique husky voice came, immediately giving Dong Enyu a boost of confidence.
Besides Huo Ai, even President Xu came to find Zhao Han.
When he saw the strange interaction between Dong Enyu and Zhao Han, he couldn’t hold back, his chubby face scrunched up like a bun, and he said, “Xiao Han, what are you doing?” President Xu didn’t know the entanglement between Dong Enyu and Zhao Han, only that Zhao Han seemed to care about that woman.
Seeing her savior arrive, Dong Enyu knew Zhao Han wouldn’t mess with her, so she mercilessly shook off her hand and walked towards Huo Ai.
Along the way, she didn’t ignore the intense gaze from behind, as if it would freeze her back, making Dong Enyu a bit unhappy.
She had said she wasn’t Zhao Han’s dog, yet Zhao Han still stared at her like that, making Dong Enyu feel helpless.
“Miss Zhao seems to have mistaken me for someone else.” She said lightly, with no blame in her tone.
Huo Ai’s calm expression left Dong Enyu puzzled.
She gave Huo Ai a look, asking her to help smooth things over.
“Sorry, my assistant was in a serious car accident a month ago, during which she was clinically dead twice.
The doctor diagnosed that she might experience partial memory loss,” Huo Ai lied without even changing her expression, her tone very serious, making people instinctively believe what she said, “When Dong Enyu woke up, she even forgot her own name.
It took us some time to investigate her information.
Although the situation has improved, she seems to have no memory of events within the past six months.”
Dong Enyu stood by, looking serious, but inside she laughed at Huo Ai’s ability to lie.
She saw that President Xu clearly believed it, but Zhao Han didn’t care.
She occasionally glanced at Dong Enyu, and that scrutinizing gaze made her unconsciously tense her facial muscles, trying to appear “unaware” and “innocent.”
“So that’s it, but Manager Huo, since this person has such a serious defect, why do you still keep her around?” President Xu glanced at Dong Enyu a few times, seemingly not having a good impression of her.
“Partial memory loss doesn’t affect her ability to work.
Dong Enyu is very clever, and besides, she owes me a huge medical bill.
Keeping her at Coral Reef Group as free labor is also a good thing,” Huo Ai said without blushing or panting, but Zhao Han was unmoved.
She watched with her arms crossed, staring at Huo Ai, and the thoughtful gaze prompted Huo Ai to say a few more words, “It seems Miss Zhao and Dong Enyu had some interactions before.
If she owes Miss Zhao money, Coral Reef Group is willing to help her pay off the debt first.”
To say that Dong Enyu owed Zhao Han money, only a businessman like Huo Ai could say that.
Zhao Han stared at Huo Ai for a while, then shook her head, indicating that Dong Enyu didn’t owe her money.
“That’s good,” she smiled politely, then gestured to Dong Enyu beside her, “Come with me, there are some business partners I want to introduce you to.” After saying that, Huo Ai took the lead and walked away.
Seeing this, Dong Enyu nodded to President Xu and Zhao Han before turning to leave, but the gaze from behind was still so strong that she restrained her smile.
Zhao Han’s persistence made her anxious throughout the banquet.
Until the banquet ended, she got into the car, using the window to block out everything outside, and finally let out a slow breath.
The excuse of partial memory loss worked well.
Zhao Han didn’t press further or make things difficult for Dong Enyu, so she thought she could use the same method to deal with the other two guys in the future.
While Dong Enyu was lost in thought, Huo Ai, after saying goodbye to a few big bosses, also got into the driver’s seat.
She skillfully started the engine, quickly leaving the banquet scene.
When the car got on the highway, she pulled open the tie around her neck with one hand, exuding a lazy yet handsome demeanor.
Dong Enyu lay back in the seat, turning her head to stare at Huo Ai’s face.
She was beautiful, and from this angle, she could see the tear mole under her right eye, adding endless charm to her whole person.
After tonight’s interaction, she found Huo Ai to be an interesting woman.
She was serious and a good liar, and that unique husky voice always gave Huo Ai an indescribable authority, as if she were an absolutely honest businesswoman.
Moreover, she was quick-witted, speaking differently to different people…
“Partial memory loss, you really came up with that.” Dong Enyu chuckled a few times, thinking Huo Ai handled it too smoothly.
In the driver’s seat, Huo Ai focused on driving, not glancing over, only speaking lightly, “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Dong Enyu wanted her to smooth things over, to show that Dong Enyu had cut off past grievances, so she casually made up a lie.
She knew President Xu believed it, but Zhao Han wouldn’t be convinced, “Do you think Wutang will let you go?”
Coming back from the dead, planning to wipe the slate clean?…
Although she cooperated with Dong Enyu in this act, she doubted what benefits it could bring in the future.
Maybe it was the flickering streetlights outside that made Dong Enyu slowly close her eyes, pretending to nap, but she was very much awake.
“I was framed in Wutang, accused of killing Qi Ge,” her voice was light, as if absent-mindedly speaking, “The person who framed me took Qi Ge’s place, smoothly getting promoted.
If I have to deal with Wutang in the future, I’ll definitely clash with her.
If I can avoid those messy troubles, maybe they won’t make things too difficult for me.”
…Because I’ve already died once.
There was resentment and hatred, but mostly fatigue.
She had a mission to complete, and no matter how much she hated Wutang, she had to keep pushing forward…
Huo Ai glanced at her, naturally turning on the radio.
The quiet car filled with music, romantic melodies flowing, and Dong Enyu, having heard this tune before, unconsciously hummed along.
Being with Huo Ai made her feel relaxed.
At least so far, Huo Ai hadn’t done anything inappropriate to her.
She didn’t pry into Dong Enyu’s privacy, nor did she have any physical contact.
The two were truly like colleagues, cooperating at work, having their own social lives and activities after work, not interfering or questioning, making Dong Enyu feel at ease.
“Don’t you want to know about the crap I did at Wutang?” Dong Enyu had thought about it.
If Huo Ai asked, she would tell her.
Huo Ai deserved to know the whole story.
But Huo Ai shook her head.
“Since you said it’s crap, I don’t want to know.” That made Dong Enyu laugh.
Indeed, it was all useless junk, and even if Huo Ai heard it, it wouldn’t help.
She just felt a bit of an urge to vent.
In front of Mu Lin, she hid part of her true self.
She couldn’t admit to Mu Lin that she used to be involved in the underworld, nor could she let her know she still had ties with the gang.
But Huo Ai was different.
Ever since she saved her, Huo Ai had seen through Dong Enyu’s connection with Wutang, so Huo Ai was like a knowing partner by her side.
Unfortunately, Huo Ai didn’t want to deepen their partnership.
Dong Enyu thought she must have drunk too much.
Her mind was in a muddled state, and she actually wanted to get closer to Huo Ai… Her left hand unconsciously reached out, wanting to touch the tear mole at the corner of Huo Ai’s eye, but Huo Ai coldly slapped it away.
Neither of them said a word.
Dong Enyu blinked her eyes, lazily shifting her body to lean against the car door, her head resting on the glass window, watching the streetlights flash by outside, blurring her vision.
Huo Ai held the steering wheel with one hand, the other casually resting on the car door handle, as if nothing had happened, quietly listening to the light music playing on the radio.
“You seemed to have had quite an exciting time at Wutang,” Huo Ai said after a while, her tone indifferent.
Dong Enyu gave a faint smile, slowly closing her eyes without responding.
