Watching Ouyang’s retreating figure, Su Pu’s heart fluttered.
Even someone as socially anxious as Pei Zhicheng knew that after doing such a thing, you had to be brave and take responsibility. Su Pu’s situation with Li Jichuan was even more serious, and their relationship closer…
So he should act even more decisively!
He decided—after work, he would confess to Li Jichuan!
He couldn’t wait any longer. No need to hesitate.
He had kept Li Jichuan waiting long enough.
Let’s shift the scene to the top-floor conference room of Li Corp.
Li Jichuan sat at the far end of the long table, listening to employees present the latest strategic evaluations.
By his side were Anderson and John, old friends who noticed immediately that he was acting unusually.
Normally, faced with such fragmented reports and data, Li Jichuan would have thrown documents, summoned responsible staff, and berated them mercilessly.
But today, he simply sat calmly in his wheelchair, even… looking somewhat kind?
John thought of his elderly, Alzheimer-stricken grandmother in England.
As the meeting neared its end, Li Jichuan offered brief comments, highlighted key issues for revision, and asked for a re-presentation next week.
Most of the employees sensed something was off.
The ever-critical Li suddenly giving a second chance? Unheard of.
Many couldn’t resist immediately sharing the news with colleagues.
After the meeting, John and Anderson followed Li back to his office.
“Lee…”
John couldn’t help but ask, “Are you okay?”
Anderson massaged his forehead in disbelief.
Sure enough, as John spoke, Li Jichuan gave a triumphant smile, touching his lips.
“My wife bit me!”
John: “Huh?”
Anderson: “Sigh…”
“No, Su Pu bit me. Isn’t it obvious?”
“Feels like everyone in the company is staring at my lips today!”
Li Jichuan said happily.
John frowned, unable to believe his friend’s sudden change. “Never knew you were this… flirtatious!”
Anderson scolded him lightly, “Ask less next time.”
John glared. “You shameless, love-struck dog!”
Li Jichuan smiled faintly, moving on to discuss business.
Honestly, he found it hard to stay calm, thinking of Su Pu from last night made his blood boil.
Now he understood why people through the ages celebrated love.
Love is truly powerful, and those in love gain limitless strength.
Li Jichuan worried he might have been too bold last night, frightening Su Pu, but he also resolved to be stronger, to ensure Su Pu could trust him completely.
Finally, work ended.
Su Pu sent Li Jichuan a message, but after five minutes with no reply, he guessed he was probably in a meeting.
Based on past experience, Li Jichuan would never let him wait more than five minutes under normal circumstances.
How thoughtful of him!
The little mute’s heart raced—he was about to confess to the gentlest person in the world!
With a bit of time to spare, he went to a flower shop and picked a bouquet of fully bloomed red roses.
Simple, conventional, but they symbolized love.
Su Pu’s love was simple, loyal, unwavering. He wanted this confession to be unique, beyond explanation.
He would present the roses and offer his sincere love and admiration.
Passing a clothing store, Su Pu noticed his reflection—ordinary clothes. He took a deep breath and bought a new, presentable outfit.
He wanted to appear polished, like a proud little cat grooming every hair to bear the scent of its master.
He wanted every piece of new clothing to carry a trace of Li Jichuan!
All prepared, Su Pu arrived at the top floor, planning to wait for Li Jichuan in his office.
At the door, through the glass, he saw a familiar figure.
Not Li Jichuan, but Su Hui…
The office floor was quiet after hours, no one working late.
Su Hui was rifling through Li Jichuan’s office, slapping down files—what was he up to?
Sensing trouble, Su Pu barged in, and while Su Hui was stunned, snatched his phone.
He must have been photographing confidential documents to leak!
“Give it here!”
Realizing his phone was gone, Su Hui paled, threatening Su Pu.
“Come on, I’ll make it worth your while…”
Su Pu refused. Using the unlocked phone, he traced the photos—Su Hui had sent them all to Li Shuwen!
How vile… how dirty!
Clutching the flowers under his arm, Su Pu hurriedly deleted the sent images.
“Su Pu, you—”
Su Hui lunged, knocking him to the ground, trying to snatch the phone.
The bouquet flew, scattering roses across the floor.
Su Hui yanked at Su Pu’s new clothes, twisting his arms and legs, forcing him to surrender the phone.
Su Pu didn’t yield.
He didn’t fear pain.
He feared Li Jichuan’s interests would be harmed.
No matter how Su Hui struck or pulled, he refused to give in.
Suddenly, his head throbbed.
He didn’t know what he’d hit, but blood began to flow.
Sounds dimmed, vision blurred, everything fading. On the verge of collapse, an image flashed in his mind:
It was dark outside. Li Jichuan’s face was bloodied, immobile, yet calm as he looked at him…
“Give me back my phone!” Su Hui twisted his hand.
Su Pu’s consciousness waned—just as he was about to give up, the voice came.
“Get back! Police are on the way!”
Su Hui froze, then his collar was yanked violently, sending him sprawling like a ragdoll.
He groaned, just about to protest.
A solid kick landed squarely in his chest.
John held up his hands, smiling, “Sorry, the floor in Lee’s office is slippery—accidental kick.”
Behind him, Anderson expressionless, removed his watch and rolled up his sleeves.
“John, escort Su Pu and Lee out, and close the door tight…”