Chapter 7 — My Ex-Love Is My Boss Again Full

08Kieu An An for seriously violating professional ethics was severely punished by the company: demotion, salary cut and transfer from the key project team. The creative plan I was in charge of eventually won the bidding, bringing the company a contract worth tens of millions. During the celebration party, I became the undisputed center of attention. My colleagues took turns raising their glasses to congratulate me and also apologizing for previous misunderstandings. Giang Triet - as general manager - also raised his glass to congratulate me amidst the circle of senior leaders. His eyes were deep, through the noisy crowd, I couldn't see clearly what they contained. I'm not used to noisy parties like this, so I made an excuse to leave early. Stepping out of the hotel, I don't know when it started to rain heavily. The cold raindrops hitting my body made my mind somewhat awake again. I stood on the side of the road, preparing to call a car home. A black Bentley quietly stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Giang Triet's cold face. "Get in the car." Still the familiar commanding tone. I hesitated a bit, then opened the door and walked in. The space in the car was small and narrow, filled with the faint woody scent of his body, mixed with rainwater vapor, creating an atmosphere that was both stuffy and ambiguous. The car glided smoothly in the rainy night, the windshield wipers rhythmically wiped away streaks of water from the windshield. We were silent the whole way. The car finally stopped below my house. I unfastened my seat belt, prepared to say thank you and then got out of the car. But he suddenly locked the car door. I looked towards him in surprise. Under the dim light, his facial features were tense, his jawline sharp and cold. Finally, he turned his head, his burning eyes looking at me as if he wanted to see through everything. "That day... why did you delete my WeChat?" He finally asked that question - the question that has always been hovering between us since the day of the interview. His voice was very deep, a bit hoarse, completely different from his usual coldness. I saw in his eyes no longer the arrogance and judgment, no longer the harsh sarcasm. There was only something left that I couldn't understand — a hurt and confusion. That question was like a key, instantly opening the door of memories that had been sealed inside me. The scene of the graduation ceremony appears clearly in my mind. The beautiful girl in a white dress confessed to him, he didn't refuse, and let her add WeChat — and my heart broke on the spot. All the resentment and bitterness, in this moment, followed the sound of rain outside the window, rushing out. The strong shell that I had worked so hard to carry over the past few months, under his hurt gaze, completely collapsed. The defense in my heart, at that moment, collapsed loudly.09The air in the car seemed to freeze. Each drop of rain pounded on the car window, creating dull sounds, like background music for my suffocating feelings. I lowered my eyes, not daring to look at him. "That day... I saw a girl confessing her love to you at the graduation ceremony." My voice was soft, trembling. "You didn't refuse... you let her add WeChat." "I thought... I thought you two were already together." So, I deleted him. Using the most drastic way to end an unrequited love that lasted for three years, hopeless and heartbreaking. I used to think it was the best relief. After speaking, the car became even quieter. I could even hear his slow breathing. A long while later, I heard a helpless chuckle mixed with anger from him. "Lam Mac, are you stupid?" He... scolded me. I raised my head in surprise, meeting his complicated eyes. "Girl

It was a student from a neighboring school, coming to participate in an academic exchange. She just wanted to ask me about my graduation thesis topic.” “Out of politeness, I agreed to become WeChat friends. From then on, we never spoke again." His explanation was like a bomb exploding in my head. I was dumbfounded. So... it was all a misunderstanding? The despair, the determination to leave, all the dull pain I had swallowed - all stemmed from a ridiculous misunderstanding? "And what about you?" He suddenly asked back, leaning forward slightly, his overwhelming aura seemed to envelop me. "Have you ever thought, why do I Do you always keep this?" He carefully took out an object from the wallet compartment. It was a student card. A card that had become yellow over time, the corners were worn out. The photo above was me, when I first entered university - innocent, rustic. The name below, clearly written: Lam Mac. My mind was completely paralyzed. "This student card... why is it at your place?" "First year of university, after the welcome night for new students, I picked it up. It's in front of the hall door." His voice slowed down, as if he were immersed in old memories. "At that time, I worked in the student union, and planned to return it to you the next day. But the next day you cut your hair short and changed your style. I searched for a long time but wasn't sure if it was you or not." "Then... just keep it until now." It turns out, our relationship... started so early. When I still didn't know his name, he picked up my student card. When I quietly looked up at him in the crowd, he also looked for me in the crowd. A secret two-way love, once hidden by time and misunderstandings. Extreme joy mixed with sadness made my heart clench. Tears rolled down silently. I looked at him - the person I had secretly loved all my youth - sobbing. He reached out, a little clumsily, gently wiping the tears from my face. His fingertips were warm, still shaking. "So... can you make friends with me again?" He asked softly, his voice carrying both excitement and anticipation just nodded vigorously.