Chapter 120: That

It wasn't until the crowd dispersed that Yun Ruojin, with a sullen expression, walked up to Yan Han and coldly said, "Come with me."

She then turned and entered the office.

Yan Han lifted an eyebrow and stepped forward to follow.

"Close the door."

"You've gotten what you wanted; shouldn't everyone be watching you gloat? Why close the door?" Yan Han pursed her lips, but still obeyed and shut the door.

'Snap!' The door had just closed when a crisp sound rang from behind.

Yan Han was caught off guard, startled into a shiver, then turned her head toward Yun Ruojin.

"What's wrong, throwing such a big fit?"

Yun Ruojin barely lifted her gaze; her blood‑red eyes brimmed with jealousy, and she gritted her teeth, growling low, "What a rotten idea you came up with—A Jue won't buy it at all!"

"And that's not all; he also humiliated me!"

Recalling everything that had happened in the office, Yun Ruojin's anger flared to a boiling point.

Hearing that, a flash of surprise crossed Yan Han's eyes; her gaze landed on the red marks on Yun Ruojin's neck and shoulders, and she seemed to understand a bit more.

"Miss Yun, instead of losing your temper here, why not tell me exactly what happened?"

"Without knowing the situation, I can't help you."

Facing her fury, Yan Han always wore an indifferent expression.

No wonder people say that women in love have an IQ of zero.

Yun Ruojin is a living example, isn't she?

The respectable Yun Family's miss, who gave up all her overseas achievements, returned home solely for a man.

And it's a man who doesn't love her—truly foolish.

Yan Han listened to Yun Ruojin's indignant recount of what had just occurred, concealed the smile in her heart, and said seriously, "Since the evidence has already been handed to President Fu, the matter is already half settled."

"Being impatient won't let you eat hot tofu, let alone get a man who doesn't love you."

"Miss Yun, you'd better be patient and wait."

Yun Ruojin clenched her teeth, looked at the vague expression on her face, and asked puzzled, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Regardless, Xi Wan's attempt to imitate Mrs. Fu has been confirmed, and President Fu believes it as well."

"That's a time bomb."

"With this as a pretext, no matter what methods Xi Wan uses, President Fu will have defenses in his mind."

"At this critical moment, if Miss Yun shows genuine sincerity, she might move President Fu."

"For example, be frank with him that you only want a Marriage Alliance…"

The moment those words left her mouth, Yun Ruojin instantly flared up.

"What nonsense are you spouting!?"

"Who said I would enter a commercial marriage with him? What would I do with such a nominal, empty marriage!?"

Yan Han was unimpressed and scoffed.

"As long as Mrs. Fu's reputation is solidified, are you still afraid President Fu won't love you?"

"Even if we take the most generous view and President Fu still refuses to give you a second glance, would Xi Wan… that proud woman, still flirt with a married man?"

Obviously impossible.

Now Xi Wan gives President Fu the cold shoulder; if President Fu were to marry Yun Ruojin, she would be even less likely to set her sights on President Fu.

Everyone can see this plainly, but unfortunately Yun Ruojin is caught in the middle.

She refuses to admit she's inferior to Xi Wan, and can only attribute Fu Sijue's lack of love for her to Xi Wan's seduction.

Yan Han watched Yun Ruojin, saw her lower her head in silence, and knew she was moved.

Having said everything that needed saying, she didn't want to waste more words with Yun Ruojin, so she casually found an excuse and left.

Just as she took a step forward, Yun Ruojin pulled out her phone and sent a message to Fu Sijue.

【Sijue, I have something very important to discuss with you. Shall we have dinner together after work tonight?】 The message was sent, unread.

The invitation vanished like a stone sinking in the sea; Yun Ruojin sat in the office, restless for the whole afternoon.

Near quitting time, Fu Sijue stared at the surveillance video on his computer screen, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth—one he hadn't even noticed himself.