Page 70 of Assistant to My Contracted Husband

After the secretary left, the other employees immediately crowded around Jian Ran.

Although Jian Ran was the newest employee, her performance was astonishing.

Frankly, the competition for the supervisor position was essentially between Jian Ran and Lan Xing.

It was Gu’s direct order, obviously meant to support Jian Ran.

“Jian Ran, you truly are Mrs.

Gu’s person, Mrs.

Gu really has favor…

Just whisper a word in her ear, and it’s like a royal decree, and you rise with it,”

Jian Ran: “…”

Alright then!

“Jian Ran, you have to keep it up, we’re counting on you to cover for us in the future.”

A smile crept onto Jian Ran’s lips, it seemed like they believed the supervisor position was hers for the taking.

Jian Ran narrowed her beautiful eyes and said calmly, “One month has not yet passed, and it’s not guaranteed who will secure more design projects.”

“Oh, with Mrs.

Gu there, what is there to fear…

You say that Mrs.

Gu is quite capable, married into the wealthy family for 2 years with not a stir in the belly, but instead has Gu absolutely hooked.

Even when she’s not with him, Gu doesn’t fool around with flowers, emitting a celibate aura, which is just too enchanting.”

“What do you know, the conquest of a man by a woman happens in bed, where else could it be?

It shows Mrs.

Gu must be charming, skilled in bed.”

Jian Ran: “…”

Jian Ran truly felt she had been blind to choose the Gu Family.

Listening to others discuss Mrs.

Gu, the rumored wife, in front of her, indeed made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’ll go to the restroom first, you guys chat.”

Having said that, Jian Ran stood up and quickly walked towards the restroom, her thoughts too chaotic and needing order.

…

Entering the restroom, Jian Ran washed her face with cold water to calm herself down.

Han Siming already knew she was working at the Gu Family company, and she feared future entanglements wouldn’t be few.

So should she choose to flee with Tang Bao?

Yuncheng specialized in treating Tang Bao’s Type 1 diabetes, and Jian Anguo was also in Yuncheng…

The Gu Family’s salary was high enough…

She could only choose to grit her teeth and push on, since she and Gu Mochen were in a secret marriage, it wouldn’t be easy for Han Siming to find out.

But Gu Mochen, inscrutable, was an expert in observing people’s feelings, and she was far from his match.

She didn’t know how long she could keep the secret.

Unable to retreat bravely, now she could only take it one step at a time.

Thinking this, Jian Ran’s expression darkened a few shades.

Lan Xing was a threat to her here, this supervisor position, she had to fight for the base salary, to ensure a better life in the future, she also had to fight.

She and he were on the same battle line; Gu Mochen must have anticipated this…

Such deep thoughts made this man terribly frightening.

…

When Jian Ran walked out of the restroom, she saw Lan Xing heading towards her furiously, raising her hand, ready to slap Jian Ran.

Jian Ran was quick to react and swiftly grabbed the woman’s wrist.

Lan Xing had always been pampered, and though Jian Ran was a noble daughter in earlier years and had since gone through tough times in society, she was not lacking in strength.

Lan Xing struggled to retract her hand but could hardly muster any effort.

“You, you shameless thing, trying to take my position!”

Jian Ran: “…”

Confronted with the woman’s furious demeanor, Jian Ran tugged at the corner of her mouth.

“The capable one gets the position, but rest assured, I am not you.

To send subordinates to the beds of business partners, such a conscienceless deed, you can do it, but I cannot.”

With that, Jian Ran’s lips curved in a faintly amused smile.

“By the way, if I start blabbing about what happened yesterday, I don’t think the outcome for President Cui would be the only concern—you wouldn’t end up faring well either.”

Jian Ran looked on with satisfaction at the ashen-faced Lan Xing, feeling no desire to entangle with her any longer, and strode confidently towards the design department.

Lan Xing was fuming, her eyes filled with venom as she glared hatefully at the direction Jian Ran had left.

…

Jian Ran hadn’t expected that Han Siming would make a move so quickly; the very next day, the Gu Family received an invitation from the Han Family to design their new office building.

The designer they specifically requested was her.

The Han Family was generous in their dealings, and it was another big design project.

Naturally, it would come with a handsome bonus and compensation.

The other party requested a meeting, and Jian Ran knew she couldn’t refuse.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, thinking that she would have to face it sooner or later anyway.

So she might as well not hide or pretend.

…

Han Family:

After Jian Ran reported her name at the Han Family’s reception, she was respectfully escorted upstairs.

Jian Ran took a deep breath, clasping her hands together nervously as she approached the CEO’s office door.

She knocked on the door, which was probably left ajar, as it wasn’t closed.

Han Siming caught sight of Jian Ran’s silhouette at the door and slowly rose to his feet.

“I thought you wouldn’t come.”

Han Siming’s gaze fell on the mature and competent woman before him, his expression somewhat dazed.

The innocence of their youth, the simplicity of their early love, had now sculpted Jian Ran into even more stunning beauty.

“You handpicked me as the designer for the new Han building.

I don’t want to lose my job, so naturally, I came,” Jian Ran replied, her lips curving into a faint smile as she looked at the man, clad in a suit, handsome and dignified, and took the initiative to step forward and extend her hand.

“President Han, hello.

I’m Jian Ran from the Gu Family’s design department, responsible for the design of the new Han building.

Please take good care of me.”

Distant, efficient, cool, and not given to laughter.

Han Siming’s mouth twitched slightly, hearing Jian Ran’s official tone.

“Jian Ran, I never realized before that you’re such a good actor.

So ruthless in picking up and letting go.”

Jian Ran: “…”

The man’s warm palm enveloped her small hand with an assertive grip, and Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

“The only things I can pick up and let go of with ease are chopsticks, and the only thing I’ve fallen into and can’t get out of is my bed.”

With these words, Jian Ran’s lips curled up into a practiced smile, radiant yet inscrutable, distant to the extreme.

Then, bit by bit, she withdrew her hand from the man’s broad palm.

Certain images from the past flashed through her mind, and Jian Ran’s beautiful eyes darkened a bit.

In the past, too naive to realize that instead of being the center of the world, I was just a tiny corner of it, utterly inconsequential.

Love wasn’t everything; there were also parents.

“Jian Ran, you’re really something!”

Han Siming’s mouth twisted as the wounds in his heart were ruthlessly torn open, bleeding profusely, yet she seemed oblivious.

Jian Ran met the man’s wounded black eyes and said softly, “Let’s stick to business.”

Han Siming stared at the woman in front of him, calm and composed, and asked, “Talking business, but where is your sincerity?

I just returned to the country and heard that under-the-table rules are prevalent here.”

Jian Ran: “…”