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Chapitre 8

"Azi, he's so fierce, I...I'm so scared." She trembled weakly with fear while secretly making faces at Fang Weiyang.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Fang Weiyang was so angry he almost vomited blood. When did that woman ever show fear? She clearly had a "come and bite me if you dare" look on her face, and that stupid woman Feng Zi actually... used her as a pawn.

"Get out of the way, I'm your boss." After working together for three years, this was the first time he had used his position as the boss to intimidate me.

Feng Zi hesitated for a moment, then Ye Zi quickly added fuel to the fire, "So what if you have a boss? You can just quit, and I'll have Lucky support you."

“Lucky will support me even without you saying so; he loves me the most.” Feng Zi was furious and launched another attack for her son.

Lucky loves the tomboy the most? Does that mean the tomboy and Ye Zi are two women fighting over one man, or a love triangle?

Although confused and bewildered by the new information he received, he still seized the opportunity to bypass Feng Zi and planned to capture the culprit.

"Of course... how could Lucky not love you?" Ye Zi chuckled foolishly as she tried to back away from the flanking enemy. Unexpectedly, Feng Zi, unleashing her power, held her tightly. Seeing Fang Weiyang almost upon her, she couldn't help but lament inwardly: Son, for your sake, Mom is suffering terribly.

Unexpectedly, a large hand reached out from behind, swiftly and precisely pulling her away from the clutches and holding her close. The owner of the hand said calmly, "I'm sorry, I've taken back my secretary. No need for you to trouble yourself."

Hearing that familiar, pleasant male voice, Ye Zi was both surprised and delighted. She couldn't help but tug at his collar, looking up with a radiant smile, "General Manager?"

"Walk."

Pei Zaiyu put his arm around her and walked out in a swagger. He couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused. He had been worried that she was sick or something had happened to her when she hadn't arrived upstairs for a long time. He had rushed downstairs anxiously, intending to find Feng Zi and ask her what was going on. But he found that she was bullying poor Yang again, and was even enjoying it so much that she didn't notice him eavesdropping outside the meeting room.

That's incredible. He actually managed to get so angry that he even went so far as to hit a woman. He's not to be underestimated.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Weiyang, abandoning his stunned demeanor, chased after her, unwilling to give up. He glared at her angrily and said, "Secretary Ye, what grudge do I have against you?"

Otherwise, why would you do this to him?

"No," Ye Zi shook her head honestly, "but you've offended someone."

"Who?" he asked, holding his breath and gritting his teeth.

Ye Zi glanced at the open door of the reception room and deliberately lowered her voice, "Lucky."

"Lucky?! What is he?" He didn't even know him, and when had he offended him? Fang Weiyang was so angry that he spoke without thinking.

She's famous! Pei Zaiyu thought to himself. He glanced sympathetically at Yang, who was still unaware of the impending disaster.

"He's nothing, he's just Fengzi and my beloved." That guy surnamed Fang, how dare he call her Lucky something? He's really got a grudge against her now!

"Vice President, we've got a grudge!"

Completely unaware of the arm that suddenly tightened around her waist, she gave Fang Weiyang a completely fake smile. She finished speaking, grabbed Pei Zaiyu, and left.

Did they have a grudge? Did he offend her?

But what did she mean by saying Lucky is a tomboy's favorite? For some reason, he felt something was off...

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Are you still angry?

Back on the 26th floor, without lingering outside, Pei Zaiyu forcefully led her directly back to his office. He pulled her to sit on the Italian-imported genuine leather sofa before speaking gently.

No, I'm not angry anymore. She tried to convince herself, so she shook her head.

Seeing her forced explanation, Pei Zaiyu felt sorry for her but didn't expose her. He then asked, "Why do you like to bully Vice President Fang?"

Poor Yang, he can't just die without knowing why, can he? He knew she was truly holding a grudge this time.

Why? Ye Zi tilted her head in thought, completely unaware that she was already nestled in Pei Zaiyu's arms. After a long while, she replied, "Lucky doesn't like him. She complains that he calls Azi a tomboy, and he won't allow it."

"Why not Lucky?" The conversation had gotten to the point, and it was also what he was concerned about. He prompted, "Or rather, what is the relationship between Lucky and Fengzi?"

“Azi is Lucky’s mommy, of course Lucky won’t allow it.” And she is Lucky’s mother, so naturally she would stand up for him when he was angry.

"Mmm, this sofa is so warm and comfortable," Ye Zi said, half-closing her eyes and snuggling closer to the warmth. She couldn't help but sigh contentedly and continued, "When Azi was in college, she had a boyfriend. They were doing well at first, but after starting work, Azi, being smart and capable, quickly got promoted, while Zhang Hanmin remained a junior salesman. He felt resentful and they were always arguing. Later, Azi was sent abroad for special training, and that man started living with another woman. A month and a half later, Azi returned and found him, but he told her he was going to marry that woman because Azi never gave herself to him, and that woman was pregnant with his child… He also said that Azi was so strong, like a tomboy, that she would be fine with or without him, but the woman he was going to marry was different; she couldn't live without him." As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

These words are similar. Back then, Zhiwen also said she was strong, which is why he chose someone else. Does that mean being strong is a sin? Or do they simply not understand women, unaware of the vulnerability hidden behind their strength?

"And then what?"

Unable to bear seeing her cry, he asked, and gently wiped away the tears that had already streamed down her cheeks. He resented the person who had hurt her, yet secretly rejoiced at his own blindness... Ah, what a contradiction.

Startled from her reverie, Ye Zi closed her eyes again. "Later, A-Zi took leave to go back to her hometown in the south, trying to avoid the place that hurt her. Who knew that her parents would get into a car accident on their way to pick her up from the station and... pass away."

When Azi arrived at the hospital, she couldn't even see her one last time. In the hospital corridor, the two women, both grieving, met. They embraced and wept bitterly, and then she fainted. When she awoke, she learned she was over a month pregnant. Both women, already devastated by the loss of their loved ones, were overjoyed upon hearing the news and regained their courage to live. Azi even quit her job to stay in her hometown with her during her pregnancy. To support the two of them and their baby, she spared no expense, selling their ancestral home. This allowed her to give birth to Lucky without financial worries for two years and to personally breastfeed and raise her.

For Azi, her gratitude went beyond mere thanks, so she made Lucky call her Mommy, because they were family now. The hardships they endured were beyond what the word "strength" could describe. The gossip and rumors surrounding her being an unmarried mother weren't just a burden she carried alone, but no matter how bitter or tiring it was, seeing Lucky's adorable smile brought them happiness.

Lucky is her and Ah Zi's beloved, and Ah Zi is also her and Lucky's beloved.

Enough, really enough. Thinking back on the past, isn't she filled with happiness right now? As she thought about it, a sweet smile appeared on Ye Zi's face, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.

This woman...

Seeing that she not only snuggled into his arms but also closed her eyes and slept soundly, completely ignoring his presence, Pei Zaiyu could only sigh at his lack of charm while finding her behavior both amusing and exasperating.

He carefully adjusted her petite body to a more comfortable angle, and seeing her trusting and innocent sleeping face, his heart was once again filled with the shock and emotion he felt seven years ago.

The person in her arms, though seemingly frail like a child, always manages to offer him unseen comfort and evoke his gratitude. The treachery, intrigue, and even cold-blooded ruthlessness of the business world often vanish into thin air before her with just a gentle smile, a reproachful remark, or even a single tear.

Perhaps happiness is nothing more than sleeping in each other's arms right now?

With his rough, thick fingertips, he gently stroked her eyebrows and eyes, then meticulously drew her most exquisite and captivating red lips. A deep, infatuated expression softened on Pei Zaiyu's usually cold and hard face, and he sighed contentedly, "Zi'er, my Zi'er..."