Our Glamorous Time

Chapter 18: Letting the Enemy Off to Catch Him Later

"Tell me, did it hurt?"

His smiling, contemptuous voice pierced her ear like a sharp knife, grating with the noisy background. Rage rose up in her chest like a beast rampaging, throwing itself around her body, ready to break out.

But she refrained.

When the enemy gives you a blow, you can't immediately counter-attack, instead, what should you do?

At least don't let him think he succeeded in what he wanted, to hurt you.

Lin Qian held the cell phone, silent.

He smiled ear to ear as he sat in the energetic atmosphere.

He had to say that he was looking forward to Lin Qian's reactions.

But for a moment, there was silence, even her breathing couldn't be heard.

Suddenly, there was a woman's chuckle.

So light, it was barely a sneer.

And with that light laugh, she hung up the phone.

Next to him, a woman wrapped herself around his arm and started to toast, leading Chen Zheng. He put down the phone, picked up the drink, feeling hatred, and yet also a dull insipidity.

He'd promised the ones he'd sent a reward for giving her a slap in the face, but one that was not too heavy, not really for hurting her. Just enough to give her a warning.

He'd been satisfied after waiting for an appropriate time to give her a phone call, and relished in the anticipation that she would cry, would be afraid, even denounce him angrily; all these responses he looked forward to.

But there was nothing.

Shit.

This woman always knew what kind of way would make him the most uncomfortable.

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Lin Qian hung up the phone, and holding her knees, sat in a chair on the balcony. There was a burning pain on her face, and tears fell down. She looked at the dark night, gazing at the wandering stars, her mind filled with a lot of things.

When she'd come to Ai Da for her interview, she'd come into the thriving industrial complex full of expectations. For both this new job and herself, she'd been happy, full of hope.

She also thought back to the public relations crisis, when in the winter, Li Zhicheng behind her, they'd walked briskly across a puddle, and he'd looked her in the eye and told her that he was with security.

She also remembered Li Zhicheng's investiture day, deliberately filled with lavish pomp; she thought of when she fought to get the Mingsheng tenders, after which he had determinedly said: if we get this project, we will be able to survive and fight again in the future. Everyone, including her, had been excited because of his words.

These days, they'd spent day and night to prepare proposals, everyone working like clockwork with red eyes; and when she came out from the project team, the two just graduated workers of the General Manager had looked at her expectantly, anxiously, as they asked: "Lin Zhuli, are chances great for us?" Back then she'd smiled and nodded: "great, very great."

And even though it is said that an army fighting with righteous indignation is sure to win, they had been failed and used to wipe the floor.

Tears ran even harder from her eyes involuntarily, whimpers and sobs escaping her. Crying for a moment, she looked down again and saw the phone sitting in her lap.

Picked up the phone she cursed in its direction "You misbegotten demonic beast! Scum of the earth! Chen Zheng, you should go rot in hell!" She stopped to think for a moment, and still her rage hadn't dissolved fully, so she continued: "Even if taking revenge is the last thing I do, I will! If I don't my name is not Lin Qian! "