Passed away

Previously, Ning Zhi had not paid much attention to Wu Ming, but now she noticed that he was tall and had a well-built physique, probably due to regular workouts. Standing in front of those hooligans, he looked like a solid wall.

Wu Ming effortlessly swung his arm and threw one of the thugs aside, sending him flying.

Seeing that they couldn't defeat him, those hooligans quickly fled.

"How wicked!" Ning Zhi muttered as she looked at the car. She realized that all four tires had been punctured, and there were scratches of various lengths on the car.

[Special Assistant Ning, here's a welcome gift for you. Don't meddle with things that you shouldn't interfere with.]

The note was inserted prominently, just like the previous ones, all in blood-red ink, indicating that it was from the same person.

That person had misunderstood her relationship with Wu Ming, and she had inadvertently caused trouble for him.

"Ningning, are you alright?"

He didn't seem to care about the car; instead, he was inspecting Ning Zhi, looking her up and down.

"I'm fine."

Ning Zhi felt that he was a fool. After all, his car had been vandalized, but he was more concerned about her well-being.

"As long as you're okay," Wu Ming said, paying little attention to the car. "Next time, call me before you take matters into your own hands. I'll worry about you."

Even if she was slow to pick up on things, Ning Zhi could sense that his concern for her was different. She didn't continue the conversation.

When the phone rang, she took advantage of it and said, "I have an urgent matter to attend to at my company. Let's have a meal another day!"

Then she hurriedly left.

On the other side, Li Yan sat in his office, staring at Ning Zhi's empty workstation through the surveillance camera for the entire morning. It wasn't until he received an email from the bodyguard accompanying Ning Zhi that he snapped out of his thoughts.

The email contained photos of Ning Zhi on the plane and after landing, and Li Yan flipped through them one by one. He could tell she was happy.

But in the end, he saw a face that he didn't want to see—Wu Ming.

Wu Ming and Ning Zhi were on the same flight in the photos. They were staying in the same hotel. Each photo felt like a blow to his face.

So she used the pretext of a business trip to go on a date with her young boyfriend!!

Li Yan felt a deep pain in his heart. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.

After a while, he dialed a number. "Hello, it's me. Don't worry about Ning Zhi for now."

Without waiting for a response, he abruptly hung up.

It might be over.

"CEO Li." Secretary Liang pushed the door open and walked in. "CEO Li, the day after tomorrow is the anniversary of Miss Ning's mother's passing. Should we follow the usual arrangements?"

Secretary Liang noticed that Li Yan's expression was not right.

Since he had already spoken, Secretary Liang could only cautiously observe his reaction.

"Just like before." Li Yan held his head and pinched the space between his eyebrows, appearing to have a headache.

"Understood, I'll do it now." Secretary Liang nodded and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Li Yan stopped Secretary Liang. "Get ready, we'll go visit Ning's grandmother later and bring some nutritional supplements for her."

Secretary Liang froze. Did he not know?

"Let's go? What are you waiting for?" Li Yan asked. He had already put on his suit jacket.

"CEO Li, you…" Secretary Liang deliberated over his words. "Are you going to Qing Yuan to see her?"

"Qing Yuan? Her grandmother is alive and well. What nonsense are you talking about!" Li Yan frowned and reprimanded Secretary Liang for his careless words.

"But… her grandma has already passed away…" Secretary Liang's voice was softer as he spoke and eventually, Li Yan couldn't make out the words.

"What did you say?" Li Yan couldn't believe his ears and his hands, which were sorting his belongings, came to a halt.

"Grandma Ning passed away about half a year ago."

Secretary Liang finished speaking with his head lowered and hurriedly left, leaving Li Yan behind in a state of shock and disbelief.

'She passed away six months ago?'

For a moment, he did not know how to react. Why didn't she inform him?

Feeling a surge of unnamed anger, Li Yan couldn't help but want to vent his frustration.

"Ah!" He kicked the table.

As if not satisfied, he swept everything off the table, and with both hands, he pounded on the surface before finally stopping.