Chapter 295: Resignation I

Xue Yuming gladly smiled, “I’m fine, mother. Thank you for your concern.”

“Good, it’s all about fate whether you’ll get a child after all. It’s an unfulfilled fate if the child never managed to come into this world. You’re only one or two decades younger than me, so don’t play with fire again. You won’t know what you’ll lose the next time,” replied the old lady expressionlessly before storming out of the ward with her stalk tapping loudly, leaving the mother frowning in confusion.

Play with fire?

HMPH! You called it playing with fire just because I did not get the child. If I got it, you would be watching your words!

You got Huo Chen at my age and that was merely because of pure luck. Remember that!

Xue Yuming snorted as she slightly ground her teeth.

Lu Zhaoyang looked away since she expected the dowager to act as such towards the two of them since she began to step into the mansion. She checked out the calendar. It had been almost a week since the 1st of January. She should be back in the city. There was some unfinished business.

“Mommy, I’ll be leaving tomorrow,” said Zhaoyang gently to her mother.

“Alright, have a safe journey. Work hard, be happy. Mommy will be alright and will always love you,” said Xue Yuming as she patted her daughter.

“I will!”

On the second day, Lu Zhaoyang left the capital with a backpack. She did not head home first to drop her belongings. Instead, she went straight to the Devil’s reign himself, Thunderbolt Corp.

The devil was having a meeting at that moment and she was obedient enough to just remain in her seat at the Secretary’s Office. She swiftly poured herself a cup of coffee and switched on the computer, launching Microsoft Word almost immediately after the Window XP’s booting sound. The Secretary’s Office was not packed that day but the secretaries were certainly very occupied as they surveyed the Head Secretary of Thunderbolt Corp. coming to work much later than her colleagues.

Well, sister’s privileges. They thought. 

“A RESIGNATION LETTER?” The dramatic scream nearly sent Secretary Lu down on the floor. She turned her head, only to see rosy lips widely open. She sighed and rubbed her forehead “Please, Yazhi. Could you stop doing that next time? I almost had a heart attack.”

Wait—there’s no more to this. 

I’ll be leaving here—for good.

No more atoning ‘sins’ for my mother to Huo Yunting.

He had taken someone’s life. I owed him nothing more.

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“FOR REAL? Senior Lu, I thought you were just typing it for fun!” She still could not believe the bolded Times New Roman in all caps on the screen, “Do you really plan to resign? Why? Aren’t we having fun here? Aren’t we the best partners ever?” Said Lin Yazhi with teary eyes.

“We are cool. It’s not your fault,” said Zhaoyang while her fingers remained dancing like a butterfly on the keyboard.

“But…” Yazhi looked at her senior guiltily, “The president once warned me to stay away from you—are you sure it’s not because of me?”

Oh really? Huo Yunting? You and your possessiveness!

Of all names that’s the one I would like to hear last. I rather turn deaf if I had to hear his name again! 

You don’t deserve anything. You are only a selfish and ill-mannered man spoiled by—

“Senior Lu…”

“I’m done,” said Zhaoyang lightheartedly as she did a CTRL+P and smashed the ENTER key straight as if launching a guillotine. The printer behind her was beeping as the paper reeled in slowly. “Senior Lu!” Lin Yazhi tried to stop her while the rest, completely astounded, watched.

Oh my Lady Gaga, Secretary Lu, the black widow is quitting? That’s the biggest news ever since Starlight Quintet! 

Zhaoyang could hear them gasping. She turned towards them and smiled, “I have stayed in this company long enough. I’m just in need of a change of environment after all.”

“I…see. A career shift eh?” Though unconvinced, Lin Yazhi still went back to her seat like a student upon her teacher’s call.

That was when the devil’s shadow showed up at the corridor. Huo Yunting briskly walked past the window with his eyes glancing at his head secretary.

Finally, she comes to work. 

The president was feeling a little overjoyed that he did not notice his featherweight steps.

No doubt, his woman saw her too as she finished up her coffee and walked to the President’s Office with the letter.

She did not knock and headed straight in, as usual.

There was no Mo Shan. No bugs around the corner. Only the veil of Cohiba smoke in the air as the man leaned against his throne.

Back to square one.

She thought.