Stop There, Daddy

Lu Junhan smiled evilly and leaned forward, whispering in Qin Weiwei’s ear and breathing warm hair, “Weiwei, don’t you miss me? We haven’t seen each other for a long time.”

Qin Weiwei trembled and felt her heart itchy. However, she knew Lu Junhan too well.

“I don’t miss you. I hope that you will keep a distance from me. After all, we are in your office. If we make a commotion, it’s not good for both of us.” Qin Weiwei moved away from Lu Junhan and said in an aloof and cold way.

However, Jun Junhan was intrigued by her. He tightened the grip on her wrist and pulled her violently into his arms.

“Let go!” Qin Weiwei felt a pain in her wrist. She was dizzy in his arms.

Lu Junhan smiled evilly at her painful face and pushed her down on the sofa in the office, getting on top of her.

When Qin Weiwei came back to her sense, Lu Junhan was groping her. Qin Weiwei struggled hard for a while. When she saw that her limbs were pinned down, she gave up struggling. As time passed, she started to give in to Lu Junhan.

After it was over, Lu Junhan rose to put on his clothes and went to the desk to drink water. Qin Weiwei was thrown on the sofa like a piece of trash.

“I thought you were capable, but you don’t change at all.” Lu Junhan assessed Qin Weiwei as if she was cheap clothing.

Qin Weiwei put on her clothes with humility and glared at Lu Junhan with anger in her eyes. “You better not forget our deal.”

Qin Weiwei didn’t wait for Lu Junhan’s answer and left the office in her high heels with feigned pride.

Lu Junhan sneered. Qin Weiwei could never achieve anything. He didn’t mind using her if she was of some use.

After Qin Weiwei got into the cab, her face turned fierce. She was fuming when she recalled she was raped by Lu Junhan. It was all Wen Shuyue’s fault. If it weren’t for Wen Shuyue, she wouldn’t have gone to see Lu Junhan and wouldn’t have been raped by him.

Qin Weiwei scratched the seat fiercely with her delicate nails as if she wanted to destroy the sea.

“Miss, you have to pay for the damage to the seat.” The driver glanced at Qin Weiwei’s movements from the rearview mirror and kindly reminded her.

Qin Weiwei glared at the driver and said sullenly, “How much do you think your car is worth? You have the nerve to ask me for compensation. If you sell the car, you can’t even buy my clothes. What a poor man.”

As expected, the driver kicked Qin Weiwei out of the car. Qin Weiwei stamped her feet on the road.

In the library of the He mansion, Wen Shuyue stared at He Siming, who was reading a file.

“I’ve been waiting here for a long time. When can you talk to me about the cooperation between Mannis and MK?” Wen Shuyue finally couldn’t help but say again. Two hours ago, she started to wait for He Siming to discuss the cooperation, but He Siming had not finished his work.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

He Siming noticed that Wen Shuyue was running out of patience and closed the file, looking at the beautiful woman across from him and saying lightly, “Okay, you can start.”

“The theme of the coming season of Mannis is completely compatible with MK. In fact, the two companies have successfully cooperated in terms of staff and fashion design. There is no reason for them not to renew the contract for the next season considering the past achievement.” When it came to working, Wen Shuyue became serious. She analyzed the situation logically and carefully with He Siming.

He Siming frowned and beckoned Wen Shuyue to continue.

“Although Mannis hasn’t announced its major project for the next season, it’s not difficult to guess Mannis will continue to pursue fashion and add the feeling of vintage and aloofness.”

He Siming remained calm. It was not hard for Wen Shuyue to guess it. The development of the Mannis was just based on the combination of the traditional essence and modern creativity, which was why Mannis remained so strong.

“Although the development of MK in this city is inferior to Mannis, it is more creative than Mannis. In addition, Mannis is a high-end brand, and ordinary people can’t afford it. The marketing of MK can make up for the weakness of Mannis.” Wen Shuyue had fully prepared and knew how to persuade He Siming.

“Continue,” He Siming was obviously more interested in this idea.

“Fashion brands must have accurate commercial targets. The customers of Mannis are mainly high-end people, while MK appeals to more commoners. In short, MK has more customers. If we continue to work together in the next season, we can launch a cooperative brand of the two companies to increase the number of customers without affecting the original profit. What do you think?’ Wen Shuyue finally stated her plan.

He Siming tapped his slender fingers slowly on the table. This was obviously a win-win solution. He had this idea before, but he couldn’t find a suitable company. The development of MK was good, but he couldn’t trust its strength. Now that Wen Shuyue worked in MK, he could give it a try.

“I can cooperate with you, but I have a condition,” He Siming said after pondering for a while.

“What is it?” Wen Shuyue was worried. He Siming wouldn’t come up with an easy condition. As expected, she saw He Siming give a strange smile.

“You cook my favorite dish,” He Siming said with a smile.

Wen Shuyue paused for two seconds and asked with uncertainty, “Are you sure you want me to cook for you?”

“Is there a problem?” asked He Siming.

“No, as long as you agree to cooperate, there is no problem,” Wen Shuyue replied quickly, afraid that He Siming would regret it. It wasn’t that she was a poor cook, but she didn’t have the talent for it. Wen Baobao asked her to cook for him last time, and she made instant noodles.

He Siming had thought she was lazy when she made instant noodles. He thought she was a good cook. He continued to work at the desk and left Wen Shuyue alone in the kitchen.

There were clashing and smashing noises of pots and dishes. Several servants gathered outside the kitchen. When they saw the mess, they wanted to help out, but Wen Shuyue told them off. The servants frowned with racing hearts.

Boom! The pot exploded. He Siming hurried downstairs in terror. He saw Wen Shuyue standing flustered at the kitchen door with messy hair. There was a burnt pot on the kitchen floor along with other plates and kitchen gadgets. Looking at the messy kitchen, He Siming swallowed hard and thought he had made the wrong request.

Wen Shuyue looked helplessly at He Siming’s suspicious gaze and smiled awkwardly, “It’s an accident.”