Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  Si Zhengting leaned against the backrest of his chair, devoid of all energy. His expressionless poker face was not as flawless as it usually was.

  Depression permeated his entire body.

  When he heard Mi Nuo’s report, his first reaction was that it couldn’t have been Zhuang Nainai who had stolen the design drafts.

  When Ji Chen brought all the evidence that he had collected before Si Zhengting, Si Zhengting had still believed in Zhuang Nainai and helped to justify her actions.

  He had thought that they had already reached a stage whereby they cared for, understood, and had mutual respect for each other.

  He thought that all his compromises and tolerance could be exchanged for harmony between him and Zhuang Nainai.

  But in actual fact…… that wasn’t harmony. That was muddling along and taking a day at a time whilst being immersed in one’s own delusions.

  What had he gotten in the end in exchange for his trust?

  He thought back to how they had gotten off work that night. She had been angry with him and, thus, she didn’t say a single word to him.

  He had found that cute at that time. However, now he wondered, how did she manage to be so self-righteous even when she was in the midst of betraying him?

  Si Zhengting gazed straight ahead. He was in a state of turmoil, and he couldn’t be sure if he felt more angry or disappointed at that moment.

  The Zhuang Nainai from five years ago was undoubtedly not like this.

  She was like a ray of sunshine, automatically encasing everything dark.

  So, these issues regarding plagiarism and stealing would definitely have nothing to do with her.

  There could be no disappointment without any expectations.

  She had given him happiness, but she had also personally taken it away from him.

  Then, he heard her next words: “You also know that Si Zhengting is indifferent toward me……”


  The corners of Si Zhengting’s lips tugged upwards slightly into a cold smile.

  He knew that Zhuang Nainai was saying that insincerely, so as to humor Gu Deshou, but he felt his heart contracting unpleasantly tightly.

  So, his strong and inhibiting love for her was “indifferent” to her? Or perhaps she didn’t care about it at all?

  This feeling made him feel as though the entire world was about to collapse.

  What happened next?

  She’d said dismissively: “I’ll help you through this tough period……” And how was she going to do that? Why did she feel that it would be easy to help the Gu Corporation through this difficult time?

  Had his concessions and tolerance toward her cause her to feel as though she didn’t need to hold back? So that she could do whatever she wanted with a clear conscience?

  Si Zhengting couldn’t bring himself to listen any longer. He took off his earphones and stared at the monitor. Finally, his trembling fingers gripped the mouse tightly, and he closed that cruel chat application window.

  He sat on the chair quietly for a moment, but he was unable to calm his mind down. He was still upset.

  He picked up a cigarette and took two puffs before ruthlessly putting it out.

  Then he picked up his phone and called Su Yanbin.

  Su Yanbin’s phone rang for a very long time before he picked up. His voice was laden with sleep as he drawled, “Boss, what’s the time now? You actually called me at this time?”


  “Do you want a drink?” he asked.

  Su Yanbin was stunned. “What?”


  “Half an hour, at Meise Bar.” After Si Zhengting finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Su Yanbin’s reply.

  He immediately picked up his coat and strode out.

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  After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Nainai lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She couldn’t fall asleep.

  Initially, when she heard that the Gu Corporation’s drafts were a plagiarized copy of the Imperial Group’s drafts, she thought that Gu Deshou had gotten someone to steal the Imperial Group’s drafts. However, she had found out just now that she had been oversimplifying matters.

  That was undoubtedly her own design drafts. How did the matter become one of plagiarism of the Imperial Group’s drafts?

  Zhuang Nainai tossed and turned on her bed, and she still could not figure it out.