Then Jiang Yimian slowly and softly said: "It doesn't matter."
She was so calm when she said this.
Lin Xue still felt uncomfortable for a moment.
Her eyes then fell on Jiang Yimian's shoes, looking at the most ordinary pair of black canvas shoes, and she was stunned for a few seconds.
The price of that pair of shoes was only a few dozen yuan. I didn't expect that this young lady would fall into such misery in the past few years.
Jiang Yimian felt her gaze, and his eyes fell on the black canvas shoes on his feet, and his face tightened.
He moved his feet slightly, as if he could hide his embarrassment in this way.
It's just that her behavior was really unexpected.
The disdain and ridicule in Lin Xue's eyes became even more obvious: "It seems that Miss Jiang has been very embarrassed in the past few years."
Jiang Yimian lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
Over the years, she has developed the habit of silence, which can really avoid a lot of trouble for her.
On the contrary, the provocation in Lin Xue's eyes became even stronger, and she snorted coldly: "Miss Jiang is still so uneducated..."
But before she could finish her mocking words, she was interrupted by the sound of a door opening.
It's Zhao Kyung-yeon.
Lin Xue was very sensible and immediately closed her mouth and smiled: "Miss Jiang, I will buy juice for you right now."
Jiang Yimian was not too touched by her flattering look, and just said lightly: "Thank you."
Lin Xuemian rolled his eyes inwardly, then turned and left.
The office door was closed again, and the room became quiet again.
Zhao Jingyan then walked up to her, looked at her condescendingly, and asked slowly: "Are you short of money?"
"Well..." Jiang Yimian bit his lower lip and responded in a low voice.
Zhao Jingyan's eyes darkened, and without saying anything more, he turned around and took out a contract from his desk, handed it to her, and said in a calm tone: "Take a look, if it's no problem, just sign."
Jiang Yimian was stunned for a moment, but still reached out and took the contract.
It's like being handed a hot potato.
Time passed by, and when she looked at the contents of the contract, she felt cold all over.
Translated in the most straightforward terms, this contract is a contract of sale.
But it happens to have a nice name, called Life Secretary.
The afterglow of the setting sun was gradually swallowed up by the night.
At this moment, Zhao Jingyan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling night view of Beicheng below, his thin lips pursed tightly, as if he was immersed in his own thoughts.
Behind him, Jiang Yimian was sitting on the sofa, his fingertips trembling, unable to write.
She didn't want to send herself into the abyss again, but she had to do it.
Jiang Yimian's apricot eyes were filled with painful tears, but she held on and did not fall.
She didn't dare to cry, she didn't want to expose this humiliation.
"You still have three minutes to think about it."
Zhao Jingyan's calm voice sounded urging.
Jiang Yimian's heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and the pain was uncontrollable.
In the last minute, she took a deep breath, clenched the tip of the pen, and finally made up her mind to write the last two strokes of her name.
She once again stepped into the abyss herself, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Tears finally blurred her vision. Jiang Yimian bit her lips and tried hard not to make any sound from her crying.
Zhao Jingyan slowly turned around and walked forward. After seeing the name on the contract, his heart finally fell.
To a certain extent, he was selfish, but he had nothing to do with Jiang Yimian at the moment. He could only tie Jiang Yimian to him first.
Even if she doesn't want to.
But only in this way can he feel at ease. This chapter has been completed!