Chapter 36: Company Renamed, Qin Zha Goes Mad

Song Huan Yan had a slight headache and replied, "I don't know, and I don't want to know. I no longer have hope in love. I'm going to sleep first, good night."

Zhou Yi.

Song Huan Yan arrived at the company; the company name had been changed, and the new signboards were all put up.

Sang Wan, in the capacity of the president's Assistant, sent a notice to the whole company group.

Discussions broke out throughout the company.

Originally, no one knew that "Mo Ying" was a name taken because of Qin Zi Mo.

But now that the name has changed, the cause and effect suddenly became clear.

From Mo Ying to Huan Yan, many people were mocking Qin Zi Mo.

Although Song Huan Yan still continued to support him, it was clearly only because of work.

Moreover, with him being heavily promoted again, everyone was holding their breath, and even if just to satisfy a tongue craving, they wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks.

When Qin Zi Mo arrived at the company, he heard these words, saw the newly changed sign, and felt inexplicably angry; the crowd's chatter and stares made him feel even more embarrassed.

Furious, Qin Zi Mo rushed into the president's office and demanded, "Why did you change the company name?"

Song Huan Yan looked at him indifferently and asked, "Can't you fit it in any more?"

Qin Zi Mo was stunned for a moment.

Regaining his composure, he quickly put on a face and said, "Yan Yan! Fine, why does the company need to change its name? Renaming is troublesome."

Song Huan Yan smiled, "My company, I can change it however I want. What does it have to do with you?"

Qin Zi Mo said, "Now everyone knows the company was founded by you for me, even the name is because of me. Are you changing the name because you don't want to reconcile with me?"

Song Huan Yan took a sip of tea and asked, "Is it that I didn't make myself clear, or have you never understood human words?"

Qin Zi Mo, so angry that the blue veins on his forehead stood out, ground his teeth and said, "Song Huan Yan, you're gradually eroding our bond. Do you still want to reconcile with me? You can throw a tantrum, you can act up, you can be as pretentious as you like, even hit or scold me. But don't cross the bottom line! Just because you didn't say happy birthday, you make such a fuss? Do you intend to go so far that we become irreparable before you regret?"

Song Huan Yan found him baffling, lifted her gaze and asked, "What? Are you raging in helplessness? The company isn't your name, is it broken? And what right or position do you have to question your superior first thing in the morning?"

Qin Zi Mo was halted, his earlier temper eased a bit, and he said earnestly, "Yan Yan…"

Song Huan Yan cut off his words, "As for your talk of reconciliation… since you can't understand, I'll tell you in more detail. Come here."

Song Huan Yan set down her teacup and beckoned him with a finger.

Qin Zi Mo was stunned, stepped forward to her side and said, "Yan Yan, baby. Actually the company's name doesn't matter, nor does how you argue. I'm just angry that you ruined our bond."

Song Huan Yan turned, lifted her eyes toward him, suddenly reached out, grabbed his tie, and with a pull, yanked his whole body down.

Qin Zi Mo braced one hand on the Office Desk, the other on the back of the office chair, and the two were very close.

Song Huan Yan reached out and lightly brushed his face, "Bond?"

Qin Zi Mo's eyes suddenly deepened, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

But before he could speak, Song Huan Yan suddenly raised her hand, and a loud slap landed on his face.

Qin Zi Mo was instantly stunned.

He had never imagined Song Huan Yan would actually strike him!

They had been together for years without ever having a fight; she actually hit him, what?

Before he could react, Song Huan Yan pushed him away, grabbed a tissue to wipe her hand, and said, "Want reconciliation? This is the answer!"

"You!" Qin Zi Mo, his anger flaring, instinctively raised his hand.

Song Huan Yan looked at him, continued to leisurely wipe her hand, "Flushed with shame and anger? Looks like your sincerity is truly cheap. You can say you want to hit or scold, but after a single slap you can't stand it?"

Qin Zi Mo was so angry he nearly fainted, both angry and aggrieved, tears welling up.

She hit him…

But in the end Qin Zi Mo could only tremble as he lowered his hand, yet still couldn't contain his fury, "Fine, fine, you'd better not regret!"

Song Huan Yan tossed the tissue into the trash can, "I'm not the one who'll regret, get lost."

Qin Zi Mo clenched his fists repeatedly, his eyes blood‑shot, but finally he could only turn and leave.

Song Huan Yan's gaze was cold as she watched his back, lifted her teacup and took a sip, "Qin Yingdi, great achievers don't fuss over trifles; they can bend and stretch. Also, in Kyoto, do you think you can outplay me?"

Hearing that, Qin Zi Mo, who had reached the doorway, turned back, frowned, and stared at her, "What do you mean?"

Song Huan Yan sneered, "You said you'd prove your sincerity before, yet this morning you come to the office and shout at me again."

Qin Zi Mo's temper was completely crushed by Song Huan Yan's overwhelming aura.

Moreover, he was already beneath her; in Kyoto, he survived thanks to her, became famous, and could become an emperor of shadows.

So he could only grovel and flatter her.

"Sorry," Qin Zi Mo took a deep breath, "I just… never mind, I'll go to the set first."

After saying that, he opened the door and left.

Song Huan Yan smiled and continued drinking tea.

She intends to make Qin Zi Mo kneel and lick, yet end up getting nothing!

She wants him, every time in front of her, to be only humiliated, to be trampled under her foot!

It has just begun, and he's already impatient?

Song Huan Yan took a small USB drive from her bag and tossed it onto the Office Desk.

Turns out the human heart can truly become hideously monstrous.

Qin Zi Mo, when did you start feeling only disgust and scheming toward me?

Since you despise me yet still have to kneel and lick me, does that feeling make you happy?

Hope you enjoy it.

Qin Zi Mo left the office, his anger gradually subsiding; today he was supposed to give Song Huan Yan a bank card, but he forgot.

Thinking of Li Peilan's words, he could only endure them tightly.

When he marries her, he'll properly teach her what a wife's duty is!

No, no, no—Song Huan Yan still loves him deeply!

If she didn't love him, she would have hidden him away long ago—why keep flattering him?

Even if he is the most suitable in the company, if Song Huan Yan is truly set on him, who else is she flattering?

She even flattered Qin Jiao Jiao.

Yes—she even flattered Jiao Jiao!

He was too impulsive; the moment he stepped into the office, he interrogated her.

Song Huan Yan was angry precisely because she loves him so much; being questioned that way made her furious.

She did so much for him, and he snapped at her—it's all his fault.

No, it's all Qiao An's fault!

It was Qiao An who unsettled his mind and made him conflicted!

Otherwise, he is determined to reconcile with Song Huan Yan wholeheartedly!

Qin Zi Mo walked toward the company's exit, deep in thought; the employees' looks at him were indescribable.

Mostly mocking.

They laughed at him for being broken up with, and that his once‑good hand was played terribly.

Though Qin Zi Mo's anger had faded, he felt very depressed.

In the Company Lobby, he saw a man radiating aristocracy, flanked by several bodyguards, speaking to the front desk.

The man said, "Looking for President Song. I'm her suitor."

Qin Zi Mo stopped in his tracks, frowned, and stepped forward, "You are..."

Leng Jian Yue turned his gaze toward him, recognized instantly, and slowly raised an eyebrow, "You're that Phoenix Man."

Qin Zi Mo, displeased, retorted, "What are you babbling? Who are you? What suitor? Are you after Yan Yan?"

Leng Jian Yue said nothing, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Qin Zi Mo's brows furrowed further, angry and embarrassed, "You're delusional! Yan Yan loves me as a treasure; what are you?"

Leng Jian Yue exhaled a smoke ring, chuckled softly, "Loves you as a treasure?"