Chapter 200: Is It Particularly Touching?

Watching Zhu Yuan record with her phone, Secretary Jiang's other raised hand froze instantly, yet a ferocious rage remained on her face, "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

"What do you mean on purpose? I don't understand what you're talking about at all."

Zhu Yuan, certain that Secretary Jiang wouldn't dare hit her, simply tossed aside the broken laptop, continued holding up her phone to record, and scanned the crowd with an expression of innocence and confusion.

Finally, her gaze landed on Sheng Hongyao, her expression even more harmless.

"Didn't Chairman Sheng tell you all? I'm someone who doesn't understand anything. I don't get these twists and turns of yours; it's like listening to a turtle chanting sutras—I get sleepy just listening. What, did no one tell me I wasn't allowed to sleep before the meeting? What's wrong with me taking a nap?"

Secretary Jiang gritted her teeth, "You can sleep if you want, but why did you knock over the water and ruin my computer?"

"Trying to frame me, are you?" Zhu Yuan sneered, "I haven't even started on you yet. As the person taking notes for the meeting, why did you have to sit so close to me? You caused me to lose a bottle of water, and now my mouth is parched. Did I blame you for that?"

"You!" Secretary Jiang was rendered speechless by this retort, and said resentfully, "You shrew!"

"Oh ho, personal attacks?" Zhu Yuan leaned against the conference table, "Come on, keep cursing. In a while, I'll post this online so the netizens can see the true caliber of the Sheng Group Chairman's secretary."

Secretary Jiang was trembling all over with rage.

"Enough!" Sheng Hongyao barked.

Secretary Jiang immediately stepped back.

Sheng Hongyao looked at Zhu Yuan with cold eyes and slammed his hand onto the conference table, "How dare you throw a tantrum in front of me!"

The moment his words fell, Zhu Yuan suddenly let out an "ouch," clutched her chest, and put on a pained look as if she had been frightened.

She furrowed her brows tightly, stumbled, and sat back down in her chair, gasping for air, "My heart isn't very good; I can't handle being scared. Chairman Sheng, could you please not shout and scare me like that?"

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, "No, I feel so unwell..."

Seeing her entire body curling up and trembling, her lips nearly bitten until they bled, it was clear she was truly in pain.

The people in the conference room were suddenly alarmed, and someone shouted, "Call an ambulance quickly."

Zhu Yuan clutched her chest and stood up unsteadily, accidentally knocking over her chair.

The loud crash startled Enzo outside the door.

Enzo burst in almost instantly. The moment he saw Zhu Yuan clutching her chest and trembling, his eyes turned red with rage, "Miss Zhu!"

He ran over quickly and shoved Secretary Jiang aside, the force so great that Secretary Jiang hit the wall, a salty, metallic taste rising in her throat.

Enzo supported Zhu Yuan, his gaze sweeping fiercely over everyone present, "You all just wait!"

"No, it wasn't us..."

"It has nothing to do with us."

"We have no conflict with Miss Zhu."

The people present spoke up intermittently to explain.

Just as Enzo was supporting Zhu Yuan toward the door, Sheng Hongyao suddenly stood up, "Stop!"

At his command, a group of Bodyguards rushed in from outside the conference room, blocking their path.

He was going to finish this meeting today, even if he had to tie Zhu Yuan down!

Zhu Yuan leaned weakly against Enzo and, hearing this, looked back at the grim-faced Sheng Hongyao.

She suddenly patted Enzo's arm and whispered, "There is a card in my jacket pocket; help me take it out."

"Yes."

Enzo reached into Zhu Yuan's pocket and indeed felt a hard paper card.

"Give it to Chairman Sheng." Zhu Yuan looked at Sheng Hongyao with a meaningful gaze, the corners of her mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"You haven't believed that Shen Yijing was rescued by someone, have you? This is a card from a flower basket someone sent me before my first tour two days ago. I believe Chairman Sheng should know whose handwriting this is better than I do."

Enzo tossed the card onto the table in front of Sheng Hongyao.

Sheng Hongyao picked up the card, and the moment he saw the handwriting on it, his face changed slightly, and his fingers began to tremble.

Not bothering to watch his reaction, Zhu Yuan leaned against Enzo with a fragile appearance, "Let's go."

The Bodyguards blocking their path had not received orders from Sheng Hongyao, and after Enzo kicked one of them, they did not continue to stop them.

Once out of the conference room, Zhu Yuan "came back to life" and smoothed out her wavy hair.

Even though he knew she was acting, Enzo had been a bit caught up in the performance just now. Seeing Zhu Yuan acting like nothing had happened, he was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Afterward, he took Zhu Yuan to the President Office.

When Zhu Yuan entered the office, Sheng Yu was sitting behind his desk processing documents. His dark gray suit made him look even more steady and reserved than usual. Seeing the tie inside the suit, the corners of Zhu Yuan's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

"President Sheng is so busy; I'd better come back another day."

Hearing the familiar, coquettish voice, Sheng Yu smiled first and raised his eyes leisurely, "As an employee, no matter how busy I am, I must find time to accompany Miss Zhu."

With him looking so serious while saying such unserious things, the strong contrast made Zhu Yuan's heart beat a little faster, as if she were a wealthy woman keeping a man as a mistress.

Sheng Yu had already stood up and walked toward her, wrapping one arm around her waist with a half-smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Yuan couldn't stand Sheng Yu's smile like that.

It was like a demon.

"Laughing at how bold Miss Zhu is, daring to cause a scene at the Sheng Group shareholders' meeting, just because they wanted to remove me from my position as Chairman?"

Zhu Yuan stifled a laugh, "Where did you get such a big head? I was maintaining my persona of 'knowing nothing,' do you understand? I can't let my image collapse; I have to act well."

After all, since Sheng Hongyao said she knew nothing, she would act out the role of someone who knew nothing for them to see.

The man smiled playfully, "Is it acting a persona, or is it a true performance?"

"You know too much."

Zhu Yuan's face turned bright red, and she muttered curses under her breath.

Suddenly, the man pulled her into a full embrace.

Caught off guard by the hug, Zhu Yuan was stunned for a moment.

The next second, she raised her hands and hugged Sheng Yu back.

Sheng Yu held her tightly with both arms, his chin resting on her shoulder, his voice extremely deep, "I heard all the recordings from the scene."

Zhu Yuan's face pressed against his broad shoulder, her eyelashes fluttering a few times, and then the corners of her eyes curved, "Are you especially moved?"

She had already prepared herself for Sheng Yu to tease her.

But she heard a very low sound from the man: "Mm."

Her body was held tighter and tighter by the man, as if only in this way could he make her empathize with his current mood, almost as if he wanted to embed her into his flesh and blood, a soul-stirring reluctance to be separated from her.

"Yuanyuan, you love me this much, don't you."

Zhu Yuan moved her hands that were holding him upward and touched his somewhat stiff hair, "Yes, I just want to cherish you, I just want to love you, and I just can't stand to see anyone wanting to bully you."